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    POTTERY-SHARDS-2                          "A Quick Peek"
    {Part #2 of 9}                            Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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                                "A Quick Peek"

            | This is a futuristic story of a boy's quest for the |
            | Wild Ones. In this time, Seeing Crystals were used  |
            | by historians to study past events. Tommy managed   |
            | to get a hold of one of these time crystals. He     |
            | peeked on the life of wild boys and himself.        |

       Tommy tip-toed through the hallway to his uncle's study. His bare feet
    were silent over the carpet. In his left hand was part of his pajamas.
    He had put on the bottoms earlier but felt too warm to don the shirt.

       This youth of twelve should have been in bed. What kept him from
    sleep was his desire to have uncle Roger read to him. He liked being
    told real-life stories about the Wild Ones.

       Each night, a new account was given the boy before sleep. The man
    sat over Tommy's bed and described many fascinating things about a wild
    people; how they lived, traded, made war on each other and raised
    children. Roger didn't push the boy away like his parents had done by
    giving him a Viewing Program he'd watch alone. His uncle enjoyed
    spending time with him.

       It was turning into a good vacation for them both. Tommy's parents
    were away for a month with their trip to New Amsterdam. The boy
    couldn't go along. Roger was glad to watch over the youth since he
    spent most of his research time at home.

       The hallway ended at a darkened room. Disappointment filled Tommy.
    The study was empty. There was no sign of his uncle. He peeked inside
    the small room to be sure. A faint glow on the near wall indicated the
    light switch. Tommy realized that his uncle was in another part of the
    house. That gave him an opportunity to explore.

       As the boy entered, he decided not to touch the activation plate. He
    didn't think that he should be in here. There were important things
    inside, the youth knew. Roger might be angered if he were to be found
    alone in this room. Yet the boy was curious to have a quick peek at
    some of them.

       Tommy's uncle spent many hours of research here. His parents had
    told him that professor Roger Kourtwell was an important man. He had
    been given the latest devices of Viewing and recording/analysis.
    Especially on the history of the Wild Ones. Tommy was fascinated to
    learn about his uncle's new discoveries about them. Story time had
    become a ritual.

       The boy's eyesight adjusted to the darkness. He could make out an
    old wooden desk and along one wall were shelves filled with Crystal
    Books. Most of the room was empty. That seemed odd since the other
    rooms in the house were cluttered with things.

       Tommy's mother had said that Roger needed a companion to keep his
    house in order for him. 'It was strange that a man of his age was
    alone,' he thought. 'Thirty-four was really old!' The boy was glad that
    they had lots of time together to play. He wondered where his uncle
    was this evening.

       The boy came to stand before the wall of shelves holding the Crystal
    Books. He quickly felt over them with his fingers. The title and a
    summary of each one spoke in his head. They contained images of many
    primitive Peoples that his uncle had collected from his Viewing
    research. Tommy tried finding one about the American Natives.

       An interesting title was soon found. Tommy slipped the Crystal Book
    from its slot and held it firmly in his small hands. He commanded it to
    Read. The book told him that it contained images of the Paleo Indians
    in Northern America from 11,500 B.C.

       Tommy turned towards a corner of the room and activated the book's
    recordings. It projected a beam of light there. At first, the youth
    could only see a chaotic blur of colors. He concentrated on his desire
    to see an Ancient Wild One.

       The Crystal Book complied. Its projection solidified into shapes
    that the boy could identify. An ugly, dark-skinned man was seen
    standing in a bush. Leafless trees surrounded him. Tommy grinned. He
    saw that the Wild One wore no clothes.

       Wind was heard in Tommy's ears. He knew that the book played sound in
    his head from the image he was Viewing. No one else could hear them. The
    Wild One began to hum. He held his hands out to some unseen person. The
    Crystal Book explained that the man was calling upon an Earth Spirit.

       Tommy watched the Wild One's ritual with awe. The man uttered
    strange words while he hummed. The bush that he stood in made
    stick-breaking sounds when he stamped his feet. Blood flowed from small
    wounds in his legs. The boy grimaced.

       The book explained more things. It told Tommy that the Paleo Indian
    was enduring a rite of pain to attract the attention of an Earth
    Spirit. The man called upon its favor to bring back leaves into the
    trees and the animals out of their winter burrows. This was a Spring
    Rite that the youth Viewed.

       Tommy heard someone calling out his name. The boy rushed into
    action. He returned the Crystal Book to its slot on the wooden shelf.
    The sound of footsteps filled him with dread. He was too far into the
    study to leave undiscovered. Without a moment to think, the youth
    darted under his uncle's antique desk to hide.

       A tall man entered the darkened room. Much to Tommy's surprise, he
    didn't turn the lights on. His long strides took him to the wooden
    desk. The boy could see his slippers. They were soft shoes made of real
    leather much like the animal skins that the Wild Ones had used for
    their moccasins. This was his uncle who stood before the desk.

       A key turned in a lock. The scraping of wood against wood came from
    the opening of the desk drawer. Tommy kept very still from where he
    hid. His uncle closed the drawer and turned away. A faint tinkling
    sound filled the room. The boy's eyes grew wide. He recognized it as
    the activation of an All-seeing Crystal. An excitement grew in the boy.
    He was about to witness the workings of a wonderous device.

       A shimmering sphere came into being in the corner of the room. It
    differed from a Crystal Book's projection. Tommy had a perfect view of
    it from where he sat. A three dimensional image formed within the
    sphere. He knew that it was controlled by his uncle's thoughts. The
    image sharpened to that of trees in a forest. There were no buildings
    or roads.

       A half-naked man ran over a dirt path between the trees. Tommy
    thought that this Wild One looked better than the Paleo Indian he had
    Viewed earlier. His face wasn't ridged. He looked more like a modern
    man. The boy studied this Indian for the things Roger had described
    about them in his stories.

       The running man was shirtless. His skin was darkly tanned from the
    sun. A small bundle was tied around his neck and it bounced over his
    lean chest with each stride. Tommy knew that the object was called a
    totem; secret things were kept inside it. They were the Indian's source
    of magic and strength.

       A leather belt was tied around the man's waist. Two animal skin
    cloths hung down from it to cover the front and back of the Indian. On
    his feet were moccasins similar in style to Roger's soft shoes.

       Tommy watched in awe as the Indian ran. With each of his strides,
    the man's cloths flapped away to reveal parts of his body. The boy
    almost giggled out loud. What skin he saw was of lighter color than the
    rest of the man's body. It was a thrilling sight for the boy to see
    parts of his nakedness.

       He was curious as to why his uncle had focused the crystal on this
    Indian. 'Was he an important War Maker?' the boy wondered. He knew that
    Roger was a historical researcher. The All-seeing Crystal had the
    ability to View-what-was and that allowed his uncle to study many
    primitive Peoples.

       The Indian ran up to a huge tree. He sprang into its lower branches.
    The skin cloths fell away from the man's body as he climbed. Tommy
    could see all of his nakedness. What drew his attention was a long pole
    bouncing against the man's belly. The youth was excited by its growth.

       Tommy had seen a man with an erection before. It was in the pool's
    shower room last year that the youth had spied on a young man performing
    a naked act. He didn't seem to mind that a boy had watched it. The
    Indian in the sphere had a much longer dick. The skin of it was thicker
    and more darker in color. Coarse black hair grew above it from his groin.

       The Indian stopped climbing. He righted himself over a branch and
    seemed to be watching for something below him. There were no weapons in
    his hands. Tommy sensed the man's fear. 'What was he running from?' the
    youth wondered.

       A calling tone came from Roger's wristband. Tommy knew that someone
    wanted to View with his uncle. The image of the Indian was replaced
    with one of Roger's university friends. The man was formally dressed,
    standing outside their house by the front portal. Tommy wondered why he
    had come to visit with his uncle so late at night.

       The men talked briefly. The shimmering sphere faded when Roger
    placed the All-seeing Crystal onto the desk. He hurridly left the
    room. A long moment passed in silence. Tommy summoned enough courage
    to leave his hiding place.

       The youth stood in darkness. There was some light spilling into the
    room from the hallway. He felt reluctant to activate the light since he
    didn't know how long his uncle would take to meet with his university
    friend. Eagerly, Tommy reached for the All-seeing Crystal on the desk.
    This brief chance was his to take if he dared to use it. A quick peek.

       The crystal felt cold in Tommy's hand. It was a bit heavier than he
    imagined the multi-faceted object should be. He knew how to use it.
    Similar crystals were used in school to teach. What he held in his hand
    was much more. By thought alone, it could bring forth images of
    anything-that-was. The boy wondered what he should try Viewing first.

       The Ancient Wild One came to mind. Tommy had only a brief View of
    him from the Crystal Book's recording. He wanted to focus on the man's
    hairy penis. The All-seeing Crystal could do that.

       Tommy turned from the desk and activated the crystal. A tinkling
    sound filled a corner of the room. The shimmering sphere formed an
    image of the primitive man standing in a bush. The boy commanded a View
    of his front nakedness.

       The crystal complied. Its image enlarged on the Ancient One's cock.
    Tommy saw how it differed from his. The man had dark-colored loins. His
    penis was thickly skinned and hung down over his sac of balls. Coarse
    black hairs grew above. That young man in the shower room had a clean
    shaven groin, Tommy recalled. All the men did that for cleanliness.

       A humming song filled Tommy's head, distracting him from his
    thoughts. He watched the Ancient One stamp his feet. Blood ran down his
    legs from cuts made by the thorny bush. The boy could almost feel pain
    from it. His concentration wavered. The shimmering sphere disappeared.

       The boy glanced at the door for any sign of his uncle. There was
    none. The crystal felt cold in his hands. His first use of it had been
    brief; only a few 'centisecs' of real time. The youth decided to try for
    another Viewing. One of that running Indian man.

       Tommy concentrated on the All-seeing Crystal. The shimmering sphere
    formed again. He was told that his View would be of a Mississippian
    Indian from 1,250 A.D. An image of a half-naked man running through the
    forest formed within the sphere.

       With the crystal in his hand, Tommy was able to hear sounds in his
    head just like with the Crystal Book. The Indian's feet made a soft
    pressing sound over the dirt path. A hoarse breath came out of his
    mouth. Wind rushed through his long black hair. 'Viewing was like being
    at the Indian's side,' Tommy thought. 'Only better!'

       It thrilled Tommy to be spying on him. He looked over the man's butt
    that flashed under his flapping rear cloth. The boy's View of it
    enlarged at his command. He could see the two half-moons of bronze skin
    flexing as the man ran. An explosive air sound came out of his butt.
    Tommy giggled at that.

       The Indian ran up to a tree and quickly climbed it. Tommy
    concentrated his Viewing on the man's front since he knew what was to
    come. When the animal skin cloths dropped away, he could see the man's
    long dick. There was a thick skin wrapping it and of length that reached
    almost to the man's belly button.

       When the Indian righted himself over a branch, the front flap
    dropped down over his slim body. Tommy couldn't get the crystal to peek
    under it. That disappointed the youth. His View of the man's erection
    had been too brief. He wished that more could be seen...

       The sphere's image changed abruptly. There was open sky; no trees.
    The scene was of a flowing stream. Tommy heard its current rushing past
    the river stones. On the muddy bank were a pair of moccasins, a leather
    belt and two animal skin flaps. Tommy gasped by what he saw next. The
    sphere revealed a naked man standing in the running water.

       It was the young War Maker. He was standing ankle deep in the
    stream. His back was turned towards Tommy. The boy looked over the
    Indian's backside with a grin. His butt cheeks were of lightly tanned
    skin. They humped in and out. The flexing motion was a curious thing.

       Tommy tilted his head to study what he saw. He watched the man reach
    back to hold his butt while the other hand grasped something in front
    of him, below his stomach.  There was a skin rubbing sound. The boy's
    eyes widened. He suspected that he knew what was going on. To see the
    front of him would prove if it were so.

       Acting on the boy's wishes, the crystal changed its View. What Tommy
    saw made him gasp. The Indian man was holding his long dick in his hand.
    Its thick skin was being pulled back and forth through his tight fingers.
    The quick motion made a sucking sound. A red knob popped in and out of
    the man's erection. Some kind of sticky fluid oozed from its piss hole.
    Viewing the savage's performance was very thrilling for the youth.

       Tommy knew what the Indian was doing with his male part. It was the
    same naughty act that the young man had performed in the shower room.
    The Indian's groin hair made his performance more exciting to watch. He
    wanted to view the man 'coming out.'

       An older boy had once told Tommy that an excited man sticks himself
    into a woman's front opening to put his tiny baby into her to grow.
    What the Indian performed was a lone act. He was seeing if his dick was
    working right.

       Tommy watched it in awe. The War Maker stood in the river thinking
    that he was alone. His hips swayed, one hand rubbed over his butt while
    his other hand pulled over the thick skin of his dick. There was a moan
    coming from the Indian. The boy wondered if the man's act had hurt him.

       A tightness was felt in Tommy's pants. He reached into them to bring
    his pole up. It had become very hard. He was tempted to pull over it
    but felt scared that he would get caught. His thoughts returned to what
    had happened in the shower room...

       The image in the shimmering sphere changed. Tommy saw himself at an
    earlier age. He was pulling over his erection inside of his swim suit.
    The young man stood close to him and handled his hard dick with a grin.

       Tommy sheepishly watched himself in the sphere. His memory of that
    time was the same as what he Viewed. Not as detailed though. The man
    held his swim suit in one hand while showing off his curved erection.
    It was only a little longer than what the younger Tommy was hiding in
    his suit.

       The View changed again. It showed the young man and Tommy belly
    rubbing. Their dicks were squashed together and rubbing. The boy held
    onto the man's shoulders. His small body was kept close to the man's
    with strong hands over his butt. Their bodies flexed to some frantic
    beat under the warm shower.

       Tommy grinned. Viewing himself in the arms of that young man allowed
    him to see things he couldn't when it was happening at the time. He
    eagerly watched the scene unfold.

       There was a tense expression on the man's face. His lips kissed over
    Tommy's neck. Their long dicks made a stabbing motion between their
    slippery bellies. A happy grin was on the boy's face as he hung on.

       Tommy smiled. He remembered his special embrace with that young man.
    The All-seeing Crystal was allowing him to relive it but from an angle
    where he could see himself as well. He noticed how small his body was
    in the man's arms. Their embrace looked like what a man does with a
    woman. Especially the kissing part. Tommy didn't remember feeling the
    man's mouth over his neck. That was probably because they were standing
    in the shower.

       The shimmering sphere revealed a startling surprise. Tommy saw a young
    boy spying on them from around a corner. The crystal changed its View
    to show him. The youth was about eight years old and holding a towel
    and swim suit in his hands. His hair was dry. Tommy realized that the
    young boy wanted to take a shower but was too shy to intrude on them.

       Tommy didn't recognize the boy. He felt relieved since it was
    embarrassing to know that someone had been watching their naked
    embrace. A low moan filled the shower room. Tommy changed the View back
    to himself and that young man.

       Something seemed to be coming out of the man's long dick. Tommy
    thought it looked like white pissing. The water from their shower
    washed it down their bodies to the drain in the floor. The man released
    his grip of Tommy's flexing butt. The boy let go of the man's shoulders
    and slipped down to stand over the floor.

       Tommy felt awed by what he'd seen. Viewing had allowed him to study
    that man's embrace and see things that he had missed. A thought struck
    him. He changed the View to that of the eight-year-old boy.

       The spying youth watched the man's act with deep surprise on his
    cute face. A hard pole stood up against his belly. When Tommy was put
    down onto the floor, the youth turned from the shower room and ran back
    to his locker. He sat over the bench with a towel over his lap to hide
    his erection.

       Tommy became troubled. He didn't mind that an eight-year-old boy had
    witnessed that man's naked embrace with him. It was the All-seeing
    Crystal that worried him. If he could use it to View his most private
    acts, anyone else could too. A wicked idea came to him. The crystal in
    his hand was powerful. He commanded it to show him naked acts that
    other boys had done.

       The shimmering sphere faded from sight. In Tommy's head, the crystal
    queried him for a specific image. It defined the limitations to what could
    be Viewed. The boy asked why that was so. A complex explanation followed.

       Tommy pondered through it. He seemed to understand what the
    All-seeing Crystal was and how it functioned. The device in his hand
    wasn't a magical wand that could look back on any event.

       The boy felt some disappointment. He could only use it to View
    things that he had already seen like the Ancient Wild One from the
    Crystal Book, that running Indian from peeking on Roger's Viewing and
    from his own memories of things that had happened to him. The crystal
    needed a visual clue for it to Time Image a past event.

       A thought struck Tommy. He asked the crystal how his uncle was able
    to provide visual clues to events from thousands of years ago. 'No one
    could remember a face or a place from that time!' the boy realized.

       The crystal had an answer. It told Tommy that a Master Viewer at the
    university recorded events in a time sequence that the historian used
    to key Viewing. Those Time Maps were kept in Crystal Books.

       Tommy looked back at the shelves where his uncle kept them. He had
    unwittingly used a book earlier to key the All-seeing Crystal for a
    View of that Ancient Wild One.

       Tommy glanced at the doorway. He wondered how much time remained to him
    before his uncle returned. The crystal in his hand felt heavy. He set it
    down on the desk with his decision to leave before being discovered.

       An open drawer drew the boy's attention. That was where Roger had
    kept the All-seeing Crystal. It looked like there was something else
    inside. Tommy reached into the drawer.

       His hand closed upon a flat object. It looked like a Crystal Book.
    He was dismayed by its silence. No title or summary was spoken in his
    head. The boy wondered if it was broken or something.

       Tommy turned towards a corner of the room. He commanded the silent
    Crystal Book to Read. An image formed of a naked Indian boy of
    thirteen. He bore an erection which he pulled over with quick strokes.
    A grin was on his dark face.

       The image was very brief. A projection of another boy replaced it.
    He was also of Indian heritage and performing the lone male act. The
    image changed to yet another Indian youth in an eye blink. Tommy
    watched the parade of naked boys with growing irritation. He wanted to
    watch a boy complete his act like that young man in the shower room.

       An idea struck Tommy. While the Crystal Book displayed its sequence
    of images, he reached for the All-seeing Crystal on the desk and
    activated it. The images that he saw could be used to direct the
    crystal's time event requirement. He wanted to focus on a boy and watch
    him 'come out.'

       The two devices synchronized their images. It became an intense
    View of boys masturbating. Too quick to comprehend. Tommy felt
    something enter his head. A strange, expanding feeling that he couldn't
    explain. His eyes couldn't keep up with the speeding images yet he
    experienced each boy's moment as if it were his own.

       There were boys of differing ages performing sex. Each had a
    different method of pleasuring themselves. Most pulled on their dick
    alone. Some boys coupled. Tommy's vision of them became a blur of
    excitment that led to erection, a boy's quick handling for
    ever-increasing thrills that ended with an exploding climax. A new boy
    replaced the image of the spent youth before him. It became an intense
    cycle that repeated itself at a dizzying speed.

       Tommy was locked into something he couldn't control. Yet his mind
    flowed with the experience. A deep sense of pleasure and understanding
    filled him from the hundreds of boys that he melded with. He knew the
    secret of why they all did it.

       A boy sought the intense thrills given him from handling his long
    dick. It was a pain. It was a bitter pleasure. A younger boy felt an
    enduring thrill from it while an older boy was given release from the
    building excitement when his dick came out. The male act was as natural
    for the boy as pissing.

       There was a loud buzzing in Tommy's head. He felt something drop at
    his feet. It took a long moment before his mind cleared of the swirling
    vortex of images, sounds and feelings. He was returned to the dark room
    and the desk he was laying under. The crystal objects were missing from
    his hands.

       Tommy found them on the floor at his side. He picked them up carefully,
    a little afraid that the rush of images would try to swallow him up
    again. The abilities of combining the two devices was exciting yet a
    bit scary. None of the Teaching Crystals at school were as intense.

       The boy noticed his rushed breaths. He also felt very weary from the
    experience. His legs were slow to respond when he stood up. He returned
    the Crystal Book to the drawer and put the All-seeing Crystal onto the
    desk where he had found it. Something wet was felt in the front of his
    pajamas.

       Tommy became frightened. He felt over his body for any injuries to
    himself. Nothing hurt. The wet spot had come from his shrinking pole. In
    a rush, the boy dropped down to the carpet to look for a wet pool. There
    was none. His eyes grew wide from what he suspected his penis had done.

       Soft footsteps approached the doorway. A long arm reached inside for
    the glowing activation panel. Light flooded the room. Tommy stood up to
    face his uncle. He felt scared to be caught alone in this room and
    embarrassed by his wet pants.

       Roger smiled. He saw the boy's sheepish expression and noticed the wet
    spot on the front of his pajama bottoms. No shirt was worn. Tommy almost
    looked like a half-naked Indian boy that he was often Viewing. 'Was he
    catching the youth in an act that the primitive boys had often performed?'

       The package in Roger's hands gave him an idea on how to turn his
    nephew's predicament to one of prideful accomplishment.

       "I can see that you're no longer a little boy," the man announced
    with a grin. "An Indian youth is given his first breechclout to wear
    on such an occasion."

       Tommy only nodded his head in reply. He didn't think that Roger knew
    about his Viewing. That was a small relief. The man's smile and
    wicked-looking eyes reminded him of the wet spot in his pajamas. That
    was a more embarrassing thing.

       A crackling of plastic drew the boy's attention to what the man
    held. It was square in shape, of yellow color within the tight
    wrappings. He wondered if Roger's night visitor had dropped that off.

       "I have something here that will interest you," said Roger. "My
    colleague from the university had Replicated it from an actual Indian
    artifact from The City's Natural Museum of History. This is for you."

       Tommy rushed to his uncle with excitement. His feelings of guilt and
    embarrassment were quickly forgotten. Roger dropped the package into
    the boy's eager hands.

       The air-tight plastic unsealed under Tommy's fingers. He saw that
    the object within was some kind of yellow cloth. A pleasant leather
    smell came from it. Roger's words returned to the youth and provided
    him with the identity of what this Indian thing was.

       Roger took the plastic wrapping. What remained in Tommy's hands were
    two flaps of deerskin and a long thong. The youth was very excited by
    his gift. It was what an Indian boy wore.

       "You are of age to wear a breechclout as I've said," Roger explained.
    "What you're holding is a true Replicate of an Indian boy's garment from
    the late 1800's. Try it on."

       Tommy looked down at himself. He saw his blue pajama bottoms and
    wondered how the yellow flaps would look on him in its place. The boy
    noticed Roger studying him. He felt a little embarrassed to undress in
    front of the man.

       "You can change in the clean-up station," Roger suggested.

       Tommy reconsidered. Some boldness came to him. He quickly dropped
    his wet pajamas, kicking them from his right foot. He proudly stood
    naked before his uncle.

       Roger eyed the youth's pale body. Tommy wasn't as slim as the brown
    Indian boys he Viewed but this precious moment was in real time. Not a
    past event that the man couldn't enter. He wanted to reach out for the
    boy's soft curves.

       The man controlled himself. He looked over Tommy's body to gauge his
    sexual readiness. The boy had no groin hair. His pole seemed small
    though the wet spot in front of his pajamas reminded Roger that his
    nephew was a growing boy.

       Tommy turned himself sideways before his uncle. He tried tying the
    long thong around his waist. The deerskin cloths in his hand made that
    a difficult task. Roger helped him with it.

       The man tied a loose knot with the thong belt around Tommy's waist.
    The smaller cloth was hung over the belt in front of the boy's body.
    The longer flap was dropped in back. Roger noticed the nice roundness
    to his nephew's bottom. His hand brushed against it when adjusting the
    rear flap.

       "It looks like I have an Indian boy in my study!" Roger announced
    with a grin.

       Tommy giggled. He danced around his uncle with happy glea. A
    coolness was felt over the bared parts of his body. The flapping cloths
    easily exposed his butt and dick.

       "Thank you!" Tommy shouted. He launched himself into his uncle's
    arms. Roger took the boy up with a firm hand over his backside. The
    rounded skin was warm and soft. It felt good to hold the happy youth
    close to him.

       "I want to hear a story," Tommy asked.

       Roger carried his pale Indian boy to the guest sleeping chamber.
    When Tommy was dropped in bed, he didn't go under the covers as
    expected. He was content to show off his new breechclout as his uncle
    sat nearby.

       "Tell me about that Indian you were Viewing," Tommy asked. He
    realized what his words had revealed and he kept silent to Roger's
    questioning stare.

       "That young man was a newly feathered warrior of the Red Mud Tribe,"
    Roger began. "A Mississippian Indian from nine hundred years ago.
    Something had chased him up a tree."

       "What was it?" Tommy asked.

       Roger smiled. "That War Maker was following a path to the river to
    bathe. It was close to his tribe so no thought was made for him to bring
    along a weapon or any traveling pouches. He had been caught off guard."

       "Was it an enemy warrior out to kill him?"

       "No. His tribe had scouts out to guard the camp as always. It
    wasn't a man that had chased him. Something even more scary..."

       "What?!" the boy shouted.

       Roger remained silent. He brought his hands up to his ears to
    enlarge them. A low throaty growl came from his mouth. He attacked the
    boy's chest with kisses. Tommy giggled and tried to escape.

       "It was a bear!" Tommy answered. His uncle ended his silly acting and
    nodded his head with pride. The taste of boy was savored in his mouth.

       Roger explained what had happened. "That Indian warrior was without any
    weapons to defend himself with. Did you know that a bear can climb trees?"

       Tommy shook his head. "Did the bear eat him?" he asked.

       Roger chuckled.  "No.  He was very lucky that day. A good friend of
    his had heard his pleas for help and came running with his bow."

       "Did he kill the bear?" Tommy asked with some sadness in his voice.
    He knew how few animals there were left in the world.

       "No.  The two feathered warrior made a single shot. It stuck through
    the bear's ear and drove him off. The young man climbed down from the
    tree with much gratitude for his friend."

       "I wish that I could have seen that..." the boy whispered.

       Roger smiled. "We'll View it tomorrow from a Crystal Book. All I
    ask is that you never enter my study alone or touch any of my things
    without my permission."

       Tommy nodded his head in agreement. The tense expression on his
    uncle's face gave way to a smile. The boy sat up to embrace the dear
    man. Roger held him close. It was a good thing to have the boy's
    friendship. More may be won in the days ahead together. Roger hoped
    that it would be so.

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