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 Humans are Weird – Peek a Boo


“Hu’y up Mummy!” a very small human voice wailed from the corridor. “We’e gonna be late!”
Quilx’tch stilled his paws over the report on fruit pies he was typing out and felt his fur prickle in interest.
A rolling human laugh interrupted the odd voice.
“They aren’t opening the gates for another hour Susie,” the deeper and more powerful adult voice responded.
“We need to get a good spot!” the first voice wailed. “I’m itty-bitty!”
“Uncle Bergy will hold you up,” the adult responded.
With a delighted start Quilx’tch leapt from his perch and darted to the door. He jumped out onto the platform outside his door and his speculation was confirmed. There, bundled up in so many layers of thermal insulation it was hardly recognizable as a human were it not for its size, was a child. Susie was a feminine name Quilx’tch mused as he trotted along the spiderwalk, so a girl child.
The little one – itty-bitty only by human standards – was dancing in place and staring in at one of the massive human doors which was partly open.
“Just let Mommy get her boots on,” came the mature human voice from within.
With a thrill of delight Quilx’tch recognized the voice of the new agricultural assistant, Human Friend Mary. They had met and socialized on several different occasions, giving Quilx’tch a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to her offspring. He came forward with more confidence and waved his primary appendages vigorously in the air.
“Hello small human!” he called out.
The little human, Susie, stopped dancing and turned her head from side to side, her eyes darting around.
“Up here!” Quilx’tch called out.
Her binocular eyes flicked up and her face spread into a broad grin. Instead of a formal human greeting she raised her insulated arms and waved them both back at him. \
“Hello T’isk Fwiend!” She called out. “Who’a you?”
“I am Trisk Friend Quilx’tch,” he said watching her motion with delight.
Where an adult human swayed slowly, like an old growth tree in a gentle wind, this young one darted about in an almost Trisk manner, her short legs tapping up and down on the ground rapidly even by human standards.
“I am Human Fwiend Susie!” the child declared bouncing in one place.
However at that moment Human Friend Mary came out and scooped up her daughter with a laugh at her antics. The adult’s eyes traced her daughters gaze in that disconcerting way that humans had of knowing where you were looking and she smiled at Quil’tch.
“Trisk Friend Quil’tch,” she dipped her chin at him in a human greeting. “Are you coming to watch the release?”
“What is the releases?” Quilx’tch asked, his fur bristling eagerly.
The human paused an almost polite four seconds as she adjusted her offspring on her hip.
“Oh that’s right,” she said. “This is the first time you have been here for this.”
Her child adjusted she held out an inviting hand.
“It’s worth seeing,” she said. “Want to perch on my hat?”
“Will there be other Trisk at this event?” Quilx’tch asked caution warring with interest.
That was usually a sure way to judge the safety.
Human Friend Mary bobbed her head with a smile.
“Oh yes,” she said. “The base’s lead nutritionist never misses it as its so tied to food production rituals.”
Quilx’tch gave an affirmative response and darted in to put on his insulating layers while Human Friend Susie chanted something about legs going up and down and in and out. Once he was warmly dressed he darted back out and scampered up the arm that Human Friend Mary offered. He settled on top of her very comfortable hat and peeped over the edge at Human Friend Susie. The tiny human flashed a grin at him and he noted with interest that she had only as many teeth showing as he had legs in the brief moment before she tucked her face against her mother’s side.
With a surge of delight Quilx’tch realized he knew this game. He had played it with his younger siblings when they were still small enough to be carried by their mother. He waited until she angled her head to grin up at him, and then quickly covered his primary eyes with his paws.
Human Friend Susie gave a squeal that he hopped rather than knew was one of equal delight, and the low chuckle from her mother confirmed it. Quilx’tch lowered his paws and Human Friend Susie clapped her insulated hands together. They continued the game until Human Friend Mary stopped walking and shifted her child around to a large fence.
“Here we are!” she called out. “Right on time!”
Quilx’tch angled around to continue the game with Human Friend Susie, and absently absorbed the situation. The fence was a temporary erection of the kind used to direct the movements of the large quadrupeds the humans were attempting to domesticate. It began at the side of the massive barns the humans were using to house the gurgles for the long winter. Despite the general warming trend of the spring, patches of snow still sat under every shadowy place. However the mass of what the humans called pasture land were clear and the new growth of groundcover was sending up its fibrous stalks already higher than three Trisk.
The humans around him grew hushed and attentive, indicating the advent of something, but Quilx’tch had just established a pattern with Human Friend Susie and was covering his primary eyes when the doors to the building rolled open with a rumble of damaged bearings and Human Friend Freddy emerged riding on the back of the largest gurgle. The crowd around him broke out into cheering and Human Friend Susie’s attention turned to the herd of gurgles as they lumbered out of the building after Human Friend Freddy and their leader.
Their four, forward facing eyes blinked slowly in the pale spring sun, and the tendrils that surrounded their short necks and stout tails wriggled out of their long winter fur. Quilx’tch watched the humans with far more interest than the beasts. As the gurgles eased their wide footpads onto the soft ground the humans’ cheer faded into expectant silence. The silence stretched out until the smallest gurgle finally processed the open ground and available food and lifted its legs in a delighted prance. The humans gave a collective cheer that broke into whoops and excited shuffling as the rest of the gurgle herd began to join the smaller one. Ragged cheering broke out as more and more of the gurgles began to frisk about, even the old matriarch carrying Human Friend Freddy began to bound a bit.
“You came out to share their delight,” Quilx’tch observed as he watched Human Friend Susie clapping her hands together and laughing.
His perch swayed a bit as Human Friend Mary mimicked the movement of the gurgles. Quilx’tch felt himself getting swept up in the weave of the community and allowed his own legs to dance up and down a bit. He felt when the wave of delight crested and the humans began to slowly disperse from the wave of the moment into smaller clusters, chatting and laughing, showing each other the holo clips they had captured in attempts to perverse the delight of the moment.
“Quixs!” Human Friend Susie, with her yet undeveloped attention span waved to get his attention.
She grinned up at him, and tucked her eyes back into her mother’s chest.
Quilx’tch readjusted his perch to oblige her in another game, sharing delight with domestic animals might be a seasonal celebration for humans, but he found sharing the delight of an itty-bitty human far more engaging.
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 Humans are Weird – Wriggles


“Is it really safe to be this close to the fringe of the canopy First Grandfather?” Fifteenth Aunt asked, her antenna flicking nervously towards where First Daughter and Human Second Cousin Betty were frolicking ahead of them.
“The sunlight is very weak this early in the morning,” First Grandfather said with an amused twitch of his psudo-frill. “I have applied a mineral radiation shield to First Daughter and Second Cousin Betty will not need the radiation shield for hours. Also, I do not think that First Daughter is young enough to bolt out from under the canopy.”
“What if she follows her human friend?” Fifteenth Aunt asked.
There was a sudden delighted gasp from the small human and the two mature Shatar turned their attention to where she had folded her stocky body down over the gnarled roots of a tree. First Daughter scampered up to her and her fill flushed with delighted fascination.
“What have you found little ones?” First Grandfather called out sensing Fifteenth Aunt’s growing trepidation.
“It’s green!” Second Cousin Betty announced, bouncing to her feet and pointing down at where First Daughter was gently prodding something with a stick.
“No it’s not!” First Daughter protested absently. “It’s all stripey, and tstk.”
“What’s tstk?” Second Cousin Betty demanded, clicking out the Shatar word very well.
First Grandfather walked up and clicked in approval, more to sooth Fifteenth Aunt’s worries than to communicate with the children. What had fascinated the little ones was a reproductive outgrowth of the forest’s fungal system. It was very strikingly colorful and he was not at all surprised that it had captivated their attention. To his eyes it was very tstk, gleaming with the colors of reproductive vigor. He strung a mental line to ask if humans had the proper eyes to see tstk.
The debate over the color was starting to grow a bit heated and he could tell that Fifteenth Aunt was about to interfere, but they were all distracted by a sharp, high pitched sound from the direction of the beach. Second Cousin Betty suddenly stiffened and her pheromone profile flushed with delight.
“Daddy!” she called out and bolted towards the sound.
First Daughter sprang to her feet and followed her.
“Second Cousin Betty!” First Grandfather snapped out. “Stop now!”
The little one staggered to a halt and then paused, bouncing on her toes, her face twitching with effort at restraining herself. First Daughter paused and titled her triangular head at him with a perplexed look.
“What is you father doing out so early this morning?” First Grandfather asked as his slower steps caught up with Second Cousin Betty. “His normal duties do not begin for nearly an hour.”
The child’s face wrinkled comically as she pondered this.
“He’s probably training Wriggles on the beach,” she said, her face lighting up.
“And how far down from here is the beach?” First Grandfather asked.
“It’s way down-oh!” Second Cousin Betty’s eyes widened as she recalled the steep, sandstone cliffs that dropped down abruptly from the forest to the beach.
Her expression fell into disappointment.
“We won’t be able to get down here,” she said sadly.
“Maybe we can wave to him from the edge of the cliff?” First Daughter suggested, scampering up and curling a sympathetic antenna down the side of Second Cousin Betty’s face.
“You might have run off the edge of the cliff!” burst out Fifteenth Aunt.
First Daughter’s frill stiffened in horrified shock and Second Cousin Betty’s face went slack. First Grandfather took a deep breath and silence Fifteenth Aunt with a stern glance.
“But you did not,” he said firmly. “You stopped when I told you too. Now, First Daughter, that is a very good idea. We will walk to the edge of the canopy and see what the solar radiation levels are this fine morning.”
The little ones set out carefully in the direction the sound had come from, following the twisting trails. Second Cousin Betty instinctively took the lead and was clearly being mindful not to let the branches of the lower brush they encountered as they neared the fringes of the canopy snap back and strike First Daughter. The reached the end of the natural shelter and the little ones bent over First Daughters wrist mounted solaromoter.
“It’s two!” Second Cousin Betty announced, grasping First Daughter’s arm and lifting it up to show the readout to First Grandfather.
“Then it is safe for you to leave the canopy,” he confirmed.
First Daughter gave a delighted click and the two little ones scampered forward.
“Don’t get too close!” Fifteenth Aunt called out.
“Let them be,” First Grandfather said with a gentle pat on her arm. “They will not come to harm.”
They stopped a respectful distance from the edge of the cliff and Second Cousin Betty started waving her head vigorously above her head.
“He is training Wriggles,” First Daughter confirmed when First Grandfather and Fifteenth Aunt came up to them.
Sure enough, the human First Father was out on the sand on the edge of the surf with the human hive’s newly imported seal snake. The creature was half again as long as the human, but only as thick as the lower section of the human’s leg. Wriggles lived up to his name as the creature shimmied across the sand towards Human First Father with a piece of driftwood in its mouth.
“Daddy!” Second Cousin Betty bellowed out, her hands cupped to her mouth to direct the sound.
“I think he is too far away to hear you,” First Daughter observed.
“Yeah,” Second Cousin Betty said, her broad shoulders drooping in disappointment.
First Grandfather was about to attempt to distract her when Fifteenth Aunt spoke up.
“Can you tell me what your First Father is doing?” she asked, her antenna poised in a very deliberate angel of curiosity.
First Grandfather gave her a look of approval.
“He’s teaching Wriggles to fetch,” Second Cousin Betty said, instantly perking up. “Seal-snakes are way friendly, but you gotta train them to come when you call or they can do stupid stuff!”
“Like little humans,” Fifteenth Aunt said with a dry click to her voice.
First Grandfather fought down both the urge to scold her, and the urge to chitter in amusement.
“Nu-uh,” Second Cousin Betty said, shaking her head with perfect aplomb, “little humans don’t do stupid things like little seal-snakes do.”
First Daughter tilted her head a bit skeptically and cast her gaze over at the cliff.
“Is that so?” Fifteenth Aunt asked.
“Sometimes,” Second Cousin Betty said, her voice dropping in tone as her face creased into what for a human was a very serious expression, “sometimes Wriggles bolts out the door and heads right for the beach! He’s supposed to be in like, coral and stuff where he can grab on. The waves on the sand would just-”
She waved her hands around with wordless exclamations, presumably in demonstration of what the waves would do to the limbless Wriggles. Suddenly her head snapped back toward the forest and her face lit with delight.
“There’s a gimungus one of those green things!” she exclaimed, bolting towards the trees, First Daughter following after her.

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