Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Mathilda 3

A reply to: A letter from Mathilda

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Dear Mathilda:

I thought maybe I should practice writing formal, so here I am. Formal.

Jasper–you remember him, he’s my magical helper–he says that it’s good to talk and write in all sorts of ways: Low-down, hip-cool, fancy, regular, regimentaltudinally, and formal. Because you never know when you might need to write like this.

So much has happened.

You know how we went to the reading room? We went back.

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Then me and my brother my brother and I went to the park all the way at the desert. It was a really long ways. We took the train and it took all of two hours and more, and then we had to walk and my brother was so tired that he said he was never walking to the State Park with me again, but then he saw this girl he likes and he forgot all about being tired.

He also forgot all about me.

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But that was OK because I was on a mission.  Your mission.

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I’ve started looking for stuff!

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I looked everywhere. In nooks and crannies and in an old pump that smelled like the stuff the dentist puts in your mouth after he gives you the shot. You know. That metal smell.

And my dad let me take his special chisel-thing that he used to use when he would look for artifacts and crystals and stuff.

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(Oops. I forgot about the formal part. You don’t mind if I write regular when I’m telling the story, do you?)

At first I was just thinking about how it was hard work. Because it was really hard work.

But then I started noticing things. Like in this one rock, there were all sorts of other little tiny rocks, and some looked sort of like marshmallows, and some like marbles, and some like the tips of candy corn. I got really curious about how they got inside the bigger rock and how I might get them out.

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I kept looking and looking and I found some really neat stuff!

When I got back to the park building, my brother was there, talking to one of the park gardener ladies.

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She was nice. I asked her about how little rocks get inside of bigger rocks and she told me all about geologic flow and gneiss and sedimentary and metamorphic and foliation. Now I know all sorts more about rocks!

Then we ate burgers that somebody grilled. They were so delicious!

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Do you know the feeling of when you’ve been running through the desert, looking for rocks and finding them, too, and digging and collecting and collecting questions, also, and then getting all hot and sweaty and really hungry, also, so then you keep running and you come inside where it’s cool, and there’s your brother, and the nice gardener person tells you the answers to the questions you were wondering, and then there are hamburgers, too? With relish and katsup and pickles?

Well, that’s how I felt when I got your letter!

I felt like I had been adventuring forever and all the questions were piling up and it was hot and sticky and I was hungry and even a little sad, because a lot has happened since last time I wrote to you. Then I got your letter, and it was like, Ahhhh!

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It was the best.

So I am happy that you wrote and that your daughter was brave and rescued. And of course she was, because she’s YOUR daughter!

And also: I have started my test that you set for me!

Here’s what I have so far: A giant red crystal; a little tiny baconlike rock; a big ice crystal rock; and fossil paw prints.

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I know I have to get a lot more stuff. I will, too! This is just the start.

Jasper says he believes I can do anything I set my mind to that is humanly possible to do.

I say, “What if I’m not really human?”

He says, “Then you can do that, too!”

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Next time I write, I will have found even more!

And if I start to feel sad, because, you know, I read that that is something that all people do now and then, especially when people they have loved have died–and yeah, that happened to me–anyway, if I start to feel sad, I will read your letter.

Because like I said: hot day, hungry tummy, question head –> cool room, hamburger, answers = YOUR letter.

Thank you, Oh Great Mathilda! 🙂

Your hero-in-training,

Terseus.

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A reply to: A letter from Mathilda

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Dear Mathilda,

I can’t believe you wrote! I’m so happy. I decided to write this letter by hand, so you can see how happy I am when you read my letters. The circles in the e’s and a’s are really big, right? That’s because I’m so happy!

I told my brother you wrote back.

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“No way,” he said.

“Yes way!”

“A real live Goddess,” he said.

He was impressed.

“Hey, maybe she can do your homework!” he said. “Maybe she can do mine!”

I told him no. You’ve got rules you got to go by. But we were still both really happy. I am especially happy because if I do my tests you set, I will be a real hero.

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You know how in the books the heroes always have magical helpers?

I think I found my magical helper. His name is Jasper, and when I want to know stuff, he asks me questions, and the questions he asks help me discover what I want to know.

I told him I needed to find rocks, plants, and metals. But I didn’t tell him what for. The tests have got to be secrets, right?

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Jasper asked, “Where do you think you’ll find these elements?”

I said I had no idea. Well, I have some idea. I know I could go to the plant store and the rock store and the plumbing parts store and buy them, but one, I have no money. And two, that’s not the way tests work, right? So I’ve got to find them.

Jasper said, “How do you think you’ll discover where to find them?”

By exploring, I said. So we explored the park for a while, but we didn’t find anything.

Then Jasper said, “Sometimes, I read up on things in books when I need to learn more.”

He took me upstairs to the Reading Room in the community center at the park, and we found bookshelves and bookshelves of books!

“Where do I start?” I asked him.

He showed me the geology shelf, the botany shelf, and the shelf with the metal-stuff books.

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I learned a lot about rocks. I wanted to learn about what you said about singing stones, so Jasper showed me the folklore shelf and I read all about singing stones.

There are these big metal-like black stones, I think they’ve made of basalt which means they came from a volcano, only they’re in a place in France where there are no volcanoes! And when they bump each other or when the wind blows through them, it sounds like ringing wind chimes! And no one knows how they got there! But I bet you do!

So, we’re not going to France. But I did also learn about some rocks that we might find in the park in Willow Springs. Jasper said he will talk to my mom and dad to see if he and I can take a field trip there.

He read a lot about plants because he loves trees. I think he wants to marry a tree!

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After we finished research, Jasper asked, “Is there anything else you want to read?”

I could see he was still real into his tree love story book, so I said, “Sure!”

And I found a book about magic and wizards and witches and goddesses. And you know what? It was almost as interesting as your letter, but your letter was way better, because you really are a goddess and a witch and everything you wrote about really, truly happened.

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When we put our books away, Jasper said, “Here! Look at this!” And he showed me his GPS on his phone and it had all these bright dots and when I asked Jasper what they were, he said, “These are known metal deposits!”

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So, even though I haven’t found the metal or the rocks or the plants yet, I have a start!

I, Terseus, accept the tests, O Mathilda!

I am your apprentice servant.

Forever, or for life!

–Terseus

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A reply to: Mathilda Kelly’s Profile

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Hi, Mathilda! Are you a real live Goddess, like your profile says? If so, then should I start the letter, “Dearest Most High Royalness?” Or “Oh, Alabaster Heights, hallelujah?”

I’ve never written to a Goddess before.

My mom says she is a Goddess of the kitchen, but she’s joking, because everyone knows her cooking stinks. We usually eat at the vendors.

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I hope that you really are a real life Goddess because I want to be a real life hero.

You know, like the Greek heroes. Like Perseus. If I had a Medusa head, I would show it to the bullies. “Hey, Bully! Look over here!” Zap! “What’s wrong? Snake-hair-head got your tongue?”

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Do you know how Perseus had Athena? I think it would be awesome to have Mathilda as my Goddess that I served and that was there when I needed help.

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Don’t worry! I’m not getting ahead of myself! I know you would need to test me first.

But I am up for it! You can give me three tests, like with Perseus, and I will do them! Then I will be your servant, and you will be my Goddess!

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Does it work like that?

But I would need to know how to say your name.

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My brother told me it goes like this: Ma-Til-Duh.

But I say it goes like this: Math-Hill-Duh.

I tried shouting it both ways into the sky to see which one sounded right, and it echoed both ways.

I wonder if you could hear me shouting.

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Do you know how Perseus had a good heart? That’s why Athena loved him.

I hope I have a good heart. I think maybe I do because I get mad when I see people who are mean to other people, and I try to never be mean, and when I see someone who is being picked on, I always speak up.

But I am a little bit boastful because I read really well, so maybe my heart isn’t as pure as it needs to be if I am going to be a real, true hero.

But I remember that every hero had a fault. So maybe that is my fault. And the Goddesses always help the heroes to overcome their faults, so maybe you will help me to learn to not be so proud.

That would be a good thing because then maybe the kids at school would stop calling me smartypants. Which is a pretty stupid name, if you ask me. How about calling me Smarty Boots? I’d like that because I always wear rain boots. Which is a smart thing to do because sometimes it rains.

What kind of shoes do you like to wear? Athena liked to wear sandals.

Even if you are only the kind of goddess like my mom, the kind who is the kitchen goddess, I would still like to write to you because it is pretty fun, actually.

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I hope you will choose me for your pen pal.

Your eternal servant,

Tazer 1541Z (But you can call me Terseus.)

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