Emily Elizabeth sat in the soft recliner in the living room stroking her new found feather. She found it earlier that day when she got tired of watching her brother kick a soda can down the street and went exploring in their backyard. Although one could argue that the feather found her since it floated down from the sky when there were no birds in the air. Regardless, she instantly fell in love with the feather. It was soft and had her three favorite colors in it.
“Whatcha got there?” Jasper asked, sitting on the couch.
“My new feather.” She waved the feather in the air at her older brother. “I’m going to put it on my wall.”
Jasper glanced at the feather, then back to his little sister. “Why would you want to advertise that you stole a fangtooth’s child?”
Emily Elizabeth stared at Jasper with a confused look. “I didn’t steal anything. It fell from the sky. And it’s not a child. It’s a feather.”
“Hmm,” Jasper said, leaning toward her. “Let’s see it again.”
She handed him the feather.
“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head gravely. He handed her back the feather. “It’s worse than I thought.”
“What is!” Emily Elizabeth grew concerned.
“You killed it. You killed the fangtooth’s child.”
Emily Elizabeth had a huge heart and, at four years old, believed everything her older brother said. Tears instantly erupted from her eyes. She dropped the feather and ran to her mother screaming about not meaning to kill a baby and how sorry she was. Jasper sat on the couch and laughed himself silly until…
“JASPER FRANKLIN CARVER!” His mother’s voice from the kitchen rattled the entire house.
After a scolding from his mother and a forced, half-hearted apology to his little sister, he was sent to his room until the following day.
Now, his mother was not a cold-hearted woman, and she knew that he just had a wild imagination, a wicked sense of humor, and a little sister who believed anything and everything, so she took him up a tray with his dinner and a snack for later.
“Fibber,” she said, kicking his door with her foot. “Hey, Fibber. Open the door, hun.”
He moaned as he got off his bed and walked the three steps to his door. “What?”
She set the tray down on his desk and admired his new grotesque artwork. “You have to stop doing that, Fibber. She’s too young to understand.”
“Besides, you don’t want the imaginaries to get you, now do you?”
Jasper picked at his food, then looked at his mother with a very confused look. “The what?” His mother had always understood his little pranks, but she was never one to play them on others. “What are you talking about?”
“The imaginaries,” she said, tapping his closet door. “They are friends of the fangtooth.”
“Yeah right,” he said. “I just made that up to scare her. Little wimp.”
“No…don’t you remember?”
His mother looked at him with a shocked expression on her face and sat down on his bed. “I used to tell you all about the fangtooth who live in cloud cities high in the sky. And sometimes their children roll off the cloud and fall to Earth. Don’t you remember?”
Jasper gulped. “What? No. I just made it up.”
“Well,” his mother said, walking over to the door, “let’s hope you’re right, because I think you have an imaginary in your closet that sounds very upset about something. You didn’t kick any empty cans today, did you?”
She paused at the door and smiled her best motherly smile and sighed. “Well, goodnight Fibber McFibbutt. I hope if the imaginaries don’t get you tonight, you wake up with a better attitude toward your sister.”
Jasper watched his mother close his door. As soon as she was gone, he was sure he heard scratching coming from his closet. It was going to be a very long, sleepless night for Jasper Franklin Carver.