Things to Adore

…a pinhole look into the life of one not-so-ordinary girl.

FRIDAYS WITH FRITZI: The Pogo Stick 1/4

The Many Lives of Fritzi

The Pogo Stick

Chapter 1

When Fritzi walked out of her house that morning, she didn’t know. She would swear she didn’t. She can’t swear, but if she could, she would.

See, Fritzi was a curious girl. It was as if she had no choice but to give in to her curiosity. To know what the answers were to the questions and ponderings in her mind. It was insatiable, too. Regardless of how much she knew, or how many questions were answered, she had to know more and more and more.

It was said of Fritzi, that she endeavored to know everything.

So, when Fritzi walked out of her house that morning, she didn’t know she was never to return. For, though she endeavored to know everything, she could never know the future.

She stopped for a few minutes to pet her dog, Allister. He was a mischievous thing. His eyes. His eyes always gave him away. By one glance you could tell he was up to something. Fritzi wondered if, while jumping on her pogo stick, Allister would just sit and watch her or try to jump along with her.

She went to her father’s shed at the back, right corner of the back yard. There were dense bushes and various plants that covered both sides of the shed and also threatened to cover the door. Her mother once asked Fritzi’s father why he wouldn’t trim the overgrowth. He said it kept him warm in the winter.

Fritzi never once believed this reason. She knew that those plants were not evergreen, nor in any other way did they provide warmth in the winter. She thought her father silly for claiming such an obviously wrong reason. After that conversation, she always assumed that a great mind like her father’s must not pay attention to small details because grander schemes inside his mind were clawing for their chance in the spotlight.

Just so you know, happy children always think their fathers are the strongest, smartest, and best men in the world.

Once she got to the door of the shed, she gently and slowly slid it sideways – ignoring the rusted, squeaking metal.

Her dad usually stored her pogo stick in the shed so it wouldn’t rust if it happened to rain. He once told her he would get it for her or her mom would if she ever needed it, and not to go in there. He said it was dangerous and named different yard-work tools that she could get hurt by and thought that would satiate her curiosity enough to stay out.

But, as I’ve told you, Fritzi’s curiosity is never satiated for very long.

She’d never had a chance, until then, to go in the shed without one of her parents either nearby, or in the shed. Her mother was usually the one nearby, and her father was usually in the shed. She was also curious about that, too. She didn’t know what he did in there all the time.

Fritzi kept firm her intentions to get inside.

Allister knew she shouldn’t go in there. He heard all manner of foreboding sounds coming from the shed in the late hours of the night and early hours of the morning.

He even warned her. He barked and when she continued sliding the door open, he snarled at her. Being a dog has many disadvantages; unbeknownst to the species, of course. They cannot give you more warning of impending danger other than a bark or a snarl – and those cautions are easily ignored or misunderstood.
A bite, however, isn’t as easily ignored but can be misunderstood. Good dogs never act on such savage notions as biting, though. Especially when shown the consequences of such actions.

When Allister barked and then snarled at her while she was opening the door, she misunderstood the cautions and thought the squeaky metal was bothering his sensitive ears.

Once inside the shed, Fritzi went into a frenzy. Apparently, her father was some kind of scientist. He had collected specimen in jars of formaldehyde, other chemicals, machinery, all different types of fabrics and containers upon containers that were individually labeled with different scientific and mathematical formulas. She thought perhaps this was to keep anyone but a scientist from knowing the containers’ contents.

Fritzi felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. Although she’d never died nor been to heaven, if she could wish for it to be a certain place, it would be a place just like her father’s shed with hidden things to discover that would keep her occupied for eternity – or, in that case, a very long time.

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Tune in on Fridays for more of Fritzi!

xoxo

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2 comments on “FRIDAYS WITH FRITZI: The Pogo Stick 1/4

  1. Elizabeth Johnson
    September 6, 2013

    Love it!!

    • Maeve
      September 6, 2013

      thank you, Elizabeth!!!

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