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The Diary of Miss Aidyn Hall: author, mentor, researcher
The Diary of Miss Aidyn Hall: author, mentor, researcher
July
27
The Picture Books
When I met up with Apple Blossom at
the magnolia archway, the disappointment in her eyes told me that things were
not going to go the way I’d planned. “Uh-oh,” I said. “What happened?”
“I was only able to get one person
to join our research group,” Apple Blossom said with a disappointed sigh.
“Oh! That’s not so bad!” I was relieved
that she had gotten any volunteers at all. “Just one person is better than none!
So who is our generous volunteer?” Right then, Wildflower sprung out from
behind a holly bush, holding on tightly to her treasured diary. How had I not
noticed her there before? “It’s me!” she cried, bouncing on her toes. “It’s me,
it’s me!” She ran over to me and stood at my feet like a soldier reporting for
duty, smiling hopefully. I smiled back. “Somehow I knew that you would join us,”
I said. “Welcome to our research team, Miss Wildflower!” I was happy that she
would be working with us and I was proud of her for volunteering, but at the
same time I was disappointed that she was the only one who had. She was only
five years old and her abilities were very limited. The unfortunate truth was
that there just wouldn’t be much for her to do, and the only assignments I
could think of for her were meager pittances. Still, I was willing to take what
I could get—after all, we could have gotten zero volunteers. But things were
certainly not going to go as I had planned.
“Wildflower, dear,” I said, “is it
okay if Apple Blossom and I talk privately for just a moment?”
“What does that mean?” asked
Wildflower.
“It means that I would like to tell
her something that’s only for her to hear,” I told her. “Will you let me do
that? You can write in your diary for a moment while I do.”
“Okay.” Wildflower returned to the holly bush
to sit down beside it and write. I gave her an approving smile and pulled Apple
Blossom aside. “What is she able to do?” I asked.
“She can’t really do anything,” Apple Blossom
said concernedly. “I could teach her a little bit about note-taking,” I
suggested. “She can’t really write yet, but she knows how to formulate ideas.” But
Apple Blossom shook her head. “You’ve got to help me change the others’ minds,”
she said. “That’s your job for today.”
“Well…I can certainly try,” I told her, “but I can’t promise anything.”
“They’re frightened,” said Apple
Blossom. “That’s the only reason they won’t do it.”
“They’re frightened of me?” I asked, alarmed.
“Oh, no, not of you!” said Apple
Blossom. “They’re frightened of what they might find out.”
“I can understand that,” I said,
“but I have a feeling that learning the truth would make them feel better about
it.”
Apple Blossom gave me a hard look
then, a look that meant, “Aidyn, you’re wrong.” The truth was that they didn’t
want to know the truth. The truth might shatter the perceptions they had that
had become facts so long before now. If the Jadeites and the humans had any
connection, they didn’t want to know about it. Jadeites were Jadeites and humans
were humans, and if anything at all indicated that they were anything more than
two phenomenally different creatures, they didn’t want to hear it. Nothing would change their minds. Apple
Blossom had given me an impossible task. “Apple Blossom,” I said, “I
respectfully request that you give me a different job for today. What if I were
to be your research assistant?”
“What would you do then?” asked
Apple Blossom.
“I’ll find the books you need,” I
explained, “and I’ll take notes, write down page numbers and titles, make
citations…things like that.”
“Are you sure we can’t convince the
others to help?” she asked with a sigh.
“I can’t be entirely sure,” I told
her, “but I really don’t think so.”
“So what is Wildflower going to do?”
she asked.
“The small tasks,” I said. “She can
put things away and carry books and papers and things.”
Apple Blossom looked very unsure
about it all, but she finally said, “All right,” with a sort of uneasy shrug. I
waved Wildflower over, and the three of us set out for the Grand Greenwood
Library. The soldiers met with us at the bridge, and that was something
Wildflower was afraid of. She whimpered and hid behind my legs, and I could
feel her trembling. They had kept out of sight the day Apple Blossom and her
friends had gone off in search of the “shekrumseh,” but today they towered over
Wildflower—a few of them were human sized—and their armor gleamed in the sun
like the exoskeletons of giant green beetles. I found it to be in incredibly
poor taste for these soldiers to clank around behind us when we had a young
child with us. Of course she was
going to be scared! They had kept out of sight before, and they should keep out
of sight again. But, of course, they weren’t going anywhere, and I had only
myself to blame for that. I held out my hand for Wildflower, and when she took
it I could feel her shaking. “It’s all right, Wildflower,” I said, giving her
hand a squeeze. She moved closer to me, and every so often she glanced over her
shoulder at the soldiers, keeping an eye on them as they tried to do for me.
The Grand Greenwood Library gave us
a welcome release from the soldiers’ all-seeing eyes. They must have picked up
on how much they had frightened Wildflower, as they didn’t even bother to peer in
at us through the windows (which would have set her off in a bad, bad way). We
set down our equipment: my messenger bag, notebooks, bookmarks, and pencil
case, Apple Blossom’s leafy green notebooks and matching tree-bark pencils, and
Wildflower’s diary and pen. I asked Apple Blossom, “Can you name some of the
picture books about humans?” It was as good a place to start as any.
“I can name one,” Wildflower piped
up.
“Go ahead, Wildflower.”
“The
Beast on Two Legs,” she said, and I had to laugh. It sounded like a cheesy B-movie
from the 1940s. “All right,” I said through my giggles, “what about you, Apple
Blossom?”
“Well…” She looked up at the
ceiling. “There’s The Menace of the
Outskirts, Humans: Creatures of Destruction, The Tan-Skin Beasts…” I wrote
all of these down as she listed them off, but I couldn’t help but chuckle to
myself as I did. They were the cheesiest-sounding book titles I had ever heard.
I mean, “Tan-Skin Beasts?” Honestly? Well,
these five titles told me that to the Jadeites, we humans really were nothing but
unpredictable, menacing, destructive beasts. And yet, I wasn’t treated like a
beast at all. They certainly didn’t trust me, and they didn’t view me as a
friend or a welcome guest (with the exception of Apple Blossom and Wildflower,
of course). My sticky fingers and insatiable curiosity hadn’t done anything to
help that. But the Jadeites were amicable enough to me. Wildflower’s parents
obviously approved of their daughter’s association with me enough to keep
allowing it. The king and queen allowed me to continue visiting with Apple
Blossom, so long as it was done under the watchful eyes of the soldiers. Even
with my restrictions, I was given a considerable amount of the Greenwood to explore and experience. It was certainly
not the way that most would treat a dangerous beast. I knew that I had Apple
Blossom to thank for most of this, and I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude
for my friend.
“That’s all that I need for now,” I
told Apple Blossom. “Can you tell me where to find these books?”
“Well, do you want fiction, or…”
Apple Blossom stopped herself from finishing that sentence. “You know, it’s
probably best if I just show you. Come on.” She got up from her chair and
headed off into the maze of books. “Come on, Wildflower,” I said. “I need you
to carry some books for me.” She appeared at my side almost instantly.
Two of the books were found in the
same section, a section full of brightly illustrated picture books with boldly
written titles in large print. They were the kind of books that you would find
in the children’s section of any library. “This is The Tan-Skin Beasts,” said Apple Blossom, handing a book to me. I
looked over the book’s cover. The title was written in an urgent shade of red
and hovered directly over a detailed illustration of three people: a man, a
woman, and a child. Their facial expressions were blank, and except for the
swords and spears they were carrying (even the child held a weapon), they
seemed perfectly ordinary. Their skin was the same creamy color as my own, but
in comparison to the Jadeites who were all pearl-pink and paper-white, it could
be considered tan. Whoever had illustrated this book must have seen humans
before. I had expected us to be depicted as some kind of exaggerated horror
movie monsters.
After some more searching, we found The Beast on Two Legs. This cover
featured a towering man with biceps big enough to rip a tree in half. In one
hand he held a lit match and in the other he carried an axe. In the background
was a forest that had been set ablaze. “I don’t know anyone who looks like
this,” I said as I handed both books to Wildflower. Now that I had seen two
different interpretations of humans (both labeled “beasts”), I was more curious
than ever to see exactly what it was that made us so scary.
We returned to our table, Wildflower
dutifully set the books down, and I opened up The Tan-Skin Beasts. “Do you need me to read it for you?” Apple
Blossom asked. “Not right now,” I answered. “I just want to look at the
pictures.” I could tell that she didn’t want to read me any book that called me
a beast.
Those pictures didn’t tell me
anything about a possible connection between Jadeites and humans, but it did
tell me everything about “the tan-skin beasts”; there were full-color
illustrations of humans partaking in such acts as gleefully cutting down trees,
burning up forests, and brutally attacking Jadeites. There was a picture of two
grown men kicking around and pulling the hair of two little Jadeite girls.
There was a small group of Jadeites looking mournfully out on an area of forest
that had been charred and littered with plastic bottles and balled up papers.
There was a human woman clubbing a Jadeite woman over the head, a sadistic
smile painted on her face. This is what Jadeites expected of humans. These were
the monsters that Jadeite children were terrified of—and until I quickly proved
otherwise, they feared that I was one of them. I was so trusted in comparison
to the rest of my kind because I was a human and yet not one of these monsters.
And the slightest hint of evidence that I was not as angelically good as I led
on—the thievery of five jade stones—resulted in a league of soldiers keeping
sharp eyes out for any signs of escalation.
But this isn’t what bothered me. What
bothered me was that things like this had actually happened. They had to have
happened, in order to give the authors of books like these any material. It was
nearly universally accepted by the Jadeites that humans were fearsome monsters,
and in order for that to become a universal constant that was documented and
depicted in books, some humans had to have made their way into Jadeite
Greenwoods and acted like fearsome monsters.
Some Greenwoods had been completely
trashed, or even burned, by careless people.
Some people had encountered some
Jadeites and responded by attacking and brandishing weapons at them.
Some people had found it appropriate
to beat a Jadeite child.
For some reason, it had never
occurred to me that there must have been a reason for the Jadeites to fear
humans the way that they did. It had never occurred to me that humans had done something to establish their place
as the bogeymen of the Jadeites. Or maybe it had occurred to me, and I just
didn’t want to believe it. Humans are bullies to anyone who doesn’t fit into
their own limited little ideas of the world.
Those picture books left me with a
hatred for my own kind.
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