The Chronicles of Sindee<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Volume 6: Sindee reveals her secret<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By Su Shafer<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The moon was waxing, getting near to full. She could feel it growing in the night sky. The soft fluttering of wings inside, near her heart. Every night they grew more insistent and she knew that tomorrow night or maybe the next, they would take over: she would change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fluttering inside made it hard to sleep. Sindee lay awake in her crib, staring at the patterns in the lace canopy. Stuffy was quiet beside her, but she didn\u2019t think he was asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStuffy, are you asleep?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. Are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cObviously not,\u201d Sindee replied, annoyed. She sighed. Stuffy wasn\u2019t the brightest sometimes, but given his tiny dinosaur brain, what could she expect?<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI guess I should tell you something,\u201d Sindee went on. \u201cSomething important, that I\u2019ve been keeping secret.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh boy, a secret!\u201d Stuffy chirped, flapping his little flipperesque T-rex arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They both turned on their sides to face each other in the crib. \u201cI want to know all your secrets!\u201d Stuffy said breathlessly. He was very excited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI guess you will since you live here now,\u201d Sindee said. \u201cI hope you won\u2019t be scared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m a T-rex, King of the dinosaurs! Nothing scares me!\u201d Stuffy replied indignantly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood. Because tomorrow night, when the moon gets full, I\u2019m going to change into something \u2026\u201d She paused for dramatic effect, \u201celse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYOU\u2019RE A WEREWOLF!?\u201d Stuffy cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCertainly not!\u201d Sindee huffed. \u201cI\u2019m a were-moth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh,\u201d Stuffy said, frowning. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m not sure. I think I\u2019m the only one. One night, when the moon was full, I started feeling really funny. Then I noticed I was getting fuzzy all over and these beautiful green wings popped out and well, I just started flying! I thought it was a dream at first, but it\u2019s happened a few times now, and it\u2019s no dream.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuffy stared at her gravely. \u201cGosh. That sounds kind of painful, but also pretty neat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is. Not painful, I mean. It happens so fast! One minute I\u2019m just lying here, the next minute I\u2019m flying around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They both fell silent for a moment while Stuffy processed the information. \u201cAnd this happens every full moon?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes. And I can feel it\u2019s going to happen again tomorrow, so I thought I\u2019d better warn you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh.\u201d Stuffy\u2019s eyes went wide as a thought struck his tiny brain. \u201cDo were-moths eat baby dinosaurs!?\u201d he squeaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t be silly! Moths don\u2019t eat dinosaurs!\u201d she admonished. \u201cMostly they just seem to flutter about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhew!\u201d Stuffy sighed. \u201cSounds cool. Can I do it too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, you\u2019re a dinosaur. You have to stay here. And be fierce,\u201d she added, seeing Stuffy deflate with disappointment. \u201cAnd guard the crib.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuffy perked up again. \u201cOK. I\u2019ll be good at that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sindee looked at her chubby friend with his stubby arm flippers and plush fabric teeth. \u201cYou are very fierce,\u201d she said. \u201cWanna cuddle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlways!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Su Shafer<\/strong> is a creative writer and sometime poet who lives in the Pacific Northwest, where flannel shirts are acceptable as formal wear and strong coffee is a way of life. There, in a small Baba Yaga house perched near the entrance to The Hidden Forest, odd characters are brewing with the morning cup, and a strange new world is beginning to take shape . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Chronicles of Sindee Volume 6: Sindee reveals her secret By Su Shafer The moon was waxing, getting near to full. She could feel it growing in the night sky. The soft fluttering of wings inside, near her heart. 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