Well, you know, I always thought he was being silly, talking to animals all the time. Imaginary friends, maybe. Ever since he was a baby, barking at dogs, chittering at squirrels–and me thinking, well, kids will be kids. He always got along better with animals than people, but really, who could blame him?
All of a sudden one day, there he is rescuing little Barty, the Weston’s youngest, claiming some stray cat came along and told him where to find the boy, who’d broken his leg while in the woods, all alone. Hell of a thing, don’t you think?
Author’s Note: If I could have any superpower, being able to converse with animals would probably be the one I would choose. That or flying… do I have to choose?
Who doesn’t love superhero origin stories? I like that this was written as though a family member is being interviewed. It makes the story much more intimate than if it was just a straight narrative.
Thank you so much, Amber! I’ve had a lot of fun doing these origin stories from different POVs, with different voices, styles, etc. I’m glad you’re enjoying them!