enchanted

the newer supernatural nephew has been in town and i have to say that although he's trying to be subtle about his supernaturality, folks seem to notice. i mean, i know evildoers are always on the lookout for a supernatural in its vulnerable larval stage, but things got a little bit out of hand.

on saturday, we took the child and his family to the round barn farm market near the house. we got plenty of cheese and stopped by to watch an accordion and fiddle duo. in fact, the supernatural was dancing to the music when an arch enemy of unknown origin spotted him from afar and stomped straight toward the child, entourage in tow. now, his entourage may or may not have included his mother (she was vague about this) and a sister of nearly the same age, twoish (although the adult insisted rather oddly at one point the two children she was shepherding were strangers only minutes ago). now, you may have read a milder version of this story written by the supernatural's mother. she's trying to downplay the dangers in the world. if that's what you read, you may want to sit down and even possibly bolt on that hat you're wearing, because you've been sheltered. protected. your eyes won't just be opened. you're gonna feel like your eyelids were taken off in a tornado. but i digress...

so the supernatural is grooving to the mellow sounds of an accordion and fiddle when this nemesis, this archvillain, this spawn of unspeakable heinousness stormed up, scowl planted firmly on a face you wouldn't think would have room for it. he stopped, cowboy at high noon, and took the most grownup swing i've ever seen. the supernatural stood there like he was in church, just stood right at the end of that archvillain's hand, millimeters away, unflinching. because, as you know, he can control things. matter. time. can stretch them a bit with powers still new, the paint still drying on them. and he stretched things just a bit, the space between them, let the archvillain's swing slide past him and hang there in the air, fist still clenched, motionless. until the motherwoman said in an otherworldly voice, "now, that's not the way to play with a baby." a baby? how about that's not the way to play. period. with anyone. ever.

and as she was saying those useless few words the nemeis child kicked up a shower of gravel at the supernatural. still, he just smiled, one ear keeping the music of that accordion and that fiddle all swirling around in him, the other listening to the skittering of gravel on the ground. he could tell by the sound. enchanted gravel. he knew. and any good supernatural knows enchanted gravel can't be used against a true child of good. especially not by an archvillain. and he just smiled at that devilish child, pitying him, quite likely. this completely enraged the miserable child who reached down to grab a handful of the gravel. he tossed it with all his might, flanked by his mysterious adult and child companions who seemed completely unaware of the inappropriateness of his behavior. but he didn't know, as many spawn of unspeakable heinousness don't. the enchanted gravel flew from his hand and dropped harmlessly on the ground between the supernatural and his new enemy. and the angry child's fists clenched. but the supernatural and his companions simply turned and walked away.

now, you shouldn't worry that the dear supernatural nephew's life is all thwarting evildoers. certainly life will hold plenty of that for him, but he is young enough that a great deal of his training appears to be recreation to him.

after a long day of keeping the world relatively safe from the likes of the gravel boy of the catskills, the newer supernatural nephew enjoys lounging in the spa with his faithful sidekick guthrie. they soak their aching muscles and play a relaxing game or two of fishball.

although the child thinks he's just playing with a vintage coney island roller coaster wind up toy, he's actually learning how to prevent the next taking of pelham 123. he's controlling the cars with his hands for now, but after a few sessions, he'll be able to maneuver full size subway cars just by thinking about them. aren't you glad he's one of the good guys?

this looks like an innocent male bonding type hike through the beautiful springtime catskills. what's really happening here is that the supernatural, accompanied by his brave assistants, is searching for enchanted chipmunks. perhaps you know but then maybe you don't that any supernatural hoping to be accepted into any of the leagues of good is required to do a great deal of community service work to show dedication to a cause and willingness to humble oneself for the greater good. our own supernatural has been learning a great deal about enchanting, both good and bad, and has recently mastered the skill of freeing small mammals enchanted by wickedness. this may seem pretty easy to you. find an enchanted chipmunk. work whatever magic. free said chipmunk. well, it's not that easy. it just isn't. i'm not really at liberty to say more.