An Angel Morning
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The Angel was full of energy this morning, literally bouncing off the walls. That, actually, would have been acceptable, but it was not enough for Angel. The first time he got yelled at was for digging rocks out of the aralia's pot. In exchange for the rocks the human offered him a dozen toys - snakes and many mice, a pig, strange alien creatures that the human thought were "cute"... The toys were only momentarily interesting. The second yelling occurred when Angel picked a fight with someone under the dining room table - it was either Cyrrie or AreToo, but possibly both. A little later, there was Cloud in her special place, with a long brown tabby shape standing on back legs and batting at her with the front ones. Angel! the human shrieked, and only then took in that the batting paws were not brown but white. (AreToo's feelings were hurt, but whether it was because his human yelled at him or because she mistook him for his brother she cannot say.)
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"Meeting" Angel has certainly lent credence to the concept of the Fallen Angel. He's still an Angel, but a dreadfully low child, with his artful dodges and wayward pranks.
AreToo, on the other hand, was probably hoping to get his brother in trouble that day. As if you couldn't tell his gloves from his brother's!
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