Post by ox on Jun 12, 2010 12:26:32 GMT -5
Axel von Likten, more commonly referred to as Ox due to his size and strength and IQ, walked through the Bronx zoo, licking an ice cream cone. He hummed an old Swedish folk song under his breath as he gazed at all the animals with wide, starry, amazed eyes. He was dressed in scruffy black pants, a dingy white shirt with a ruined white hankerchief around his neck, and a pair of faded black suspenders kept his pants up.
His blondish-brown hair was messed up, standing on end and his face was grimy with sweat and dirt. Maybe he belonged in one of those cages with the animals also. Ox had just got off work. He had been working on the Brooklyn docks for the past couple of days, building ships, hauling cargo. Anything they told him to do, he did. Ox wiped his face off on his arm and ate the rest of his cone in one large bite. He pressed his face against the bars of the next cage he found and stared at the bear gloomily.
"Poor bear." He murmured. "But not Brooklyn Bear, woods bear. Like fairytale." He said to himself. Now, this furry thing was not Brooklyn Bear, that Bear was his friend.
His blondish-brown hair was messed up, standing on end and his face was grimy with sweat and dirt. Maybe he belonged in one of those cages with the animals also. Ox had just got off work. He had been working on the Brooklyn docks for the past couple of days, building ships, hauling cargo. Anything they told him to do, he did. Ox wiped his face off on his arm and ate the rest of his cone in one large bite. He pressed his face against the bars of the next cage he found and stared at the bear gloomily.
"Poor bear." He murmured. "But not Brooklyn Bear, woods bear. Like fairytale." He said to himself. Now, this furry thing was not Brooklyn Bear, that Bear was his friend.