How I Met Eugene

Seriously.... Enough With the DONKEYS!

This next chapter is from Stella's perspective, but still in third person view is there's any confusion.

Stella galloped home on her horse letting her hair flow freely in the wind. Her eyes grew watery from the cold and rushing wind, but she didn't care. She got a six-thousand dollar reward for turning in a weirdo she ever even heard of. Stella came upon the path that led to her little brick and wooden cottage. Behind her cottage, there was another path to the small town of Ducklingville. It was in a deep part of the forest where not a lot of people go because of the amount of nettle weeds. Luckily, garden shears and plant poison is something Stella has ahold of.

"Good morning Ms. Stella! Did you have a good time at the palace?" Asked an old lady named Merida. "Everyone in the town is talking about you. Did you spend the night there? Your brother was worried when you didn't come home."

Stella came to a slow trot down the not so steep hill. "I didn't have a ton of fun. Being at the palace is strange nowadays. I got my payment though! Yes I did spend the night there because the queen insisted." Sella replied forgetting about her little brother Jack.

"Thats nice. You might want to get back to Jackie. He's in the shop. Have a sublime day!" Merida waved talking louder than she needed to. The old woman must have been going deaf.

Stella came up to speed again shortly reaching the tiny town and she parked her horse, Cisco, right outside her shop. The garden shop. "Jackie? You here, bud?"

There was a couple shuffling sounds and a small thud. "Owww. Grr..... I'm here." Jackie's small head popped up from behind the counter, slapping a few paper bags with seeds inside on the counter. "Why didn't you come back to the cottage?"

"Hey, so sorry. If you heard, I turned in a thug and got a few heavy stacks of money out of it. I might have seen his flyer somewhere, but they never draw his nose right, so I didn't notice it was him right away. It wasn't my intention to just leave you here. The queen wanted to connect with me again and try to convince me to become a parole officer again. She tried to convince me to keep eyes on this Flynn Rider dude I just turned in," Stella rambled as she went to the counter, slapped the flyer of Rider on it, then took off her cloak in slight disgust.

"How much money? Oh, and Joseph invited me over for dinner yesterday because I hung out with him after school and told him you never came back to the cottage so you might have been off somewhere important," Jackie rambled and after that took a nice long deep breath. He was only thirteen and he was in a phase where he would either be moody and unsocial, or extremely talkative and happy. Teenagers....

"Mkay, chatty!" Stella laughed. "It's seven thousand. I'm going to donate some to each of the shops."

"Cool! Can I see? Also, why do you always give to everyone?" Jack asked.

Stella tossed him a medium sized brown sack. She started to put her hair up. "I want to be as helpful as I can. I love Ducklingville," she took a short pause. "I don't really know I guess. You get to know everyone in a small town with a population of thirty or so people."

Jack giggled. "Did you bring back my donkey? I saw your note on his pen."

Stella stopped dead in the middle of tying her hair up. "Oh dear."

Jack stopped fiddling around with the money and shot her the most serious look he could make. He tried too hard and it looked like he ate a lemon. "You left my donkey at the palace?! Your like, seventeen! Even I'm responsible enough not to forget a donkey!"

"Hey, I'm eighteen! Ah, sorry! I'll head back and grab him." Stella hastily sputtered, and quickly tied up the rest of her hair. Coming to think of it, Stella thought, we never gave the donkey a name. He's always just been...donkey.