The Tale of Gooey Louie

 

Dorian is quite the artist and sometimes draws for hours at a time. She also creates stories to go along with her work, so at least part of our blog will be dedicated to preserving her stories so that they can be enjoyed and remembered. This is the first of those stories, and it is the story of Louie. (Note: I think that the inspiration for his name came from the Gooey Louie game, although she swears that this is a different guy and there are more than one. She also refused to change his name to another rhyme, saying it was her creation and she had the right to keep it as is. I did not push this matter any further as she does have the right to artistic license. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or fictional is purely coincidental.) 

“Gooey Louie is really, really grumpy. The one thing that makes him happy is food. He is a plate man, so he loves food. He loves food that is all of the colors that he is… every vegetable and every fruit. His cousin is Frank, and he bosses him around. He does not like Frank. He also does not like that he has no hands, but that’s how it is when you’re a plate.”

Sometimes All it Takes is a Bit of “Mind Power.”

See that? It’s a train, and I made it all by myself this morning. My Mama was in the kitchen making me breakfast, and I came over and said, “You want to see my kitty train? I made it, come see it.” I then grabbed her by the hand and I took her over to our little library room to see my masterpiece.

This morning I got the blocks out all by myself, putting them all over the floor. I have done this many times because I love to build with blocks, but I usually just build towers that I make as tall as I can so that I can have an “earthquake” and I make them fall. I do this over and over. This morning, though, I wanted to make a train for my kitty. My Mama says that this was special because I was looking at the blocks and trying to figure out how to make a picture with them in my mind, and then I had to make that picture look like the one in my mind.

I had to get the Jenga blocks first (I took those for my projects instead of the game because they make for good building) to make the bottom part because they are bigger. Then I took the little blocks and built it up, and I put the round one at the front for the “steam” (as I explained to Mama) just like on Thomas the Tank Engine. I love that show, so I wanted to make my little train look like Thomas and Percy. I put the round piece up front so that it could have a “face” just like Thomas, too. Once I was done, it was time for my kitty to be the conductor of the train.

I was so very proud of my work as you can see from the giant smile on my face, and my Mama said she was very proud too and that it showed how my imagination is growing. My imagination is huge, Mama, as you can see from all of the games that I play every day. All that it takes is a bit of mind power, and I’ve got a ton to spare.

Be Very, Very Quiet. It’s Dorian Season.

I found a new place to hide in the little cabinet in the kitchen. It is just my size, and there isn’t much in there so I fit perfectly. I can climb right in when no one is looking, put my feet in and curl up, and take my hand to shut the door gently so that it won’t hurt me and no one can hear me shut it. I am safe in there and no one can find me. It is my special little thinking-hiding spot.

All of the other cabinets in the kitchen have these little lock things that only let the cabinet open a crack for me and I can’t get in (Daddy called this “baby proofing”) because there is stuff in those ones that I shouldn’t have. Daddy, I am a big, big girl now, so I’m not sure about that “baby” part, but I will let it go because you told me that I am not sure what is safe and what is not yet and you are keeping me from getting hurt. I guess you let that one little cabinet be a safe one, though, because there isn’t a lock on it. I found it, Daddy. I find everything.

I am an excellent hider. I think that you guys might just be on to me now because I have hidden there before, but the first time that I did it you all went all around the house calling my name because I was so fast and was “gone” in a second. That’s how little people work—we can be fast and sneaky when we want to be, especially when we are playing a game.

Everyone passed right by me saying “Dorian?” over and over, and after a few times I heard you guys get worried about me. Since you “baby proofed” the house with door handle locks and baby gates and you shut off the dangerous spots, I don’t see why there was any cause for worry, but if a little one gets quiet, I hear that sometimes it means that there is trouble too. I guess I follow you all on that one because of the time that I drew all over the fireplace and the table in permanent marker and the time that I took off all of my clothes in my crib. I was as quiet as a mouse those times, and I knew what I was doing when I didn’t make a peep.

Eventually I put a crack in the little door, and my giant brother Jonah found me first and called out to everyone to show them where I was. Mama scooped me up then—I think she may just worry more than any of the rest of us—and she hugged onto me really tightly even though she was laughing too.

Now I can hide in there and everyone can play the “where’s Dorian?” game with me, which is one of my very favorite games. Now you see me, now you don’t… and now you do, and you don’t, and you do, and you don’t again. If you can’t find me, don’t worry—I am just busy mind-adventuring in my thinking-hiding spot. In there, I can be in a plane or a car or a park or anywhere that I want to be. Bye-bye everyone, I’ll see you after I am done mind-adventuring.

I Can Be Anything That I Want to Be… and Right Now I am a Raccoon.

Sometimes, when I am feeling very strong and brave, I become a dinosaur, roaring through the house tossing my toys and bearing my very sharp teeth. Other times I am a very gentle kitty, moving around the house quietly slinking around the corners meowing, waiting for Mama and Daddy to pet me or pick me up. I can also be my very favorite type of animal, a doggie, going around the house woofing and sticking out my tongue to pant. When I slide on my belly I look like a snake, slithering and slick.

Right now I am being a raccoon, and I even have the right face for it. Raccoons are very sneaky and they take snacks that they aren’t supposed to, and they can get into things that they shouldn’t be getting into too. Mama says that they are the troublemakers of the animal kingdom. Well, Mama and Daddy, if you think about it, I am always a little bit like a raccoon. I do all of the things that you told me that raccoons do, and sometimes I get into trouble spots too, like when I climb onto the dining room table but can’t get down or like when I balance on very little things on my tippy toes in order to try to get the things further back on the counters. I also put everything in my mouth, and I love lots of different foods like they do. If you just wait until I am a little bit bigger, I will be able to get into more and more and more things and will be more raccoon-like.

Why do you look a bit worried, Mama? Is it because I have frightened you with my raccoon ways? It’s okay, I know what I am doing, because I have become a sneaky, trouble-making expert, but I will be safe and sound… just as long as you guys keep watching out to rescue me over and over again.

Hey Doggie Buddy… Wanna Play?

Good morning, Mr. Django, my little puppy best friend. Do you want to play? I have your toy right here in my hand. We can wrestle and play the tug-of-war game that you love so much. You can pretend to growl and jump a bit, and I can squeal and run.

I have it behind my back now, see? You can’t get it right now, because I have it. It’s a puppy-baby stare down contest. I win though, Mr. Django, I win every time because I am a little girl and you know that you have to be very gentle with me. That’s what makes you such a good friend.

I still have it, Mr. Django. I’ll give it back in just a second, right when you are getting ready to jump behind my back to find it. Don’t worry, Mr. Django, I’m getting ready to tug-of-war you. In this war, though, remember, I am the clear winner, and my prize is the slobbery puppy toy. And kisses, you can also give me puppy kisses.

There you go, Django puppy. It’s right there and you can get it, but you have to give it right back to me to play again and again and again. Okay… and… go.

Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start. I Got This “Old Game” Stuff Down Pat.

Okay, Daddy, I know how this Ninja Gaiden game works now. You have to avoid those birds, see? They are coming for you, Daddy, and you have to make sure that you get them before they get you. Watch out, Daddy, they are dangerous and it is so easy to die in this little world where you can only go sideways.

Oh Daddy, you are making me so nervous watching. I have seen you and Mama die a lot trying to get through this world. I know how the controller works, so as soon as I am finished eating the delicious food, I can get it, okay, Daddy? Watch out for this next part, Daddy– it’s the part where all of the things come at you at once, and if you don’t get the timing right…

Oh, Daddy, I tried to tell you what to do. Game over, Daddy, game over.

Touch Screens are Made for Little Hands Like Mine.

Everyone thinks that I am just pushing random buttons on the phone, but as you can see… I know exactly what I am doing. I can open apps, I can play games, I can lock everyone’s phones… I can even type. If only Mama would get me my own phone. She says not yet because I am too little and she doesn’t want me obsessed with technology. Too late, Mama, too late.