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Spoonerism has a minion!
Kutanth the Tutankh
Kutanth the Tutankh
Spoonerism
Legacy Name: Spoonerism
The
Graveyard SheetaOwner:
SCIENCEAge: 14 years, 11 months, 2 weeks
Born: May 3rd, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: May 3rd, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 12
- Strength: 24
- Defense: 24
- Speed: 23
- Health: 23
- HP: 23/23
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Phonetic Transposition
Reverend William Archibald Spooner
My name is...Spoonerism.
I was born on June 23rd, 1983, to my parents Mary Louise, and Arnold Baker-Smith.
My mother was a simple housewife, my father a funeral director's assistant.
They were young, reckless, foolhardy when they had me.
They didn't know how to handle a child.
We had little money. We struggled to survive.
It wasn't their fault.
Since the moment my mind had developed enough to allow me new ideas, I had one dream.
It was my life's plan to study, train and finally power a submarine!
I would be in the navy, fighting the enemy, saving our country from within the wide waters of the ocean! Under the waves I would graciously slip, swoop, soar in my sleek metal fish; sighting an enemy, slowly sneaking, and suddenly..STRIKE!
Quick as a shark.
Father told me, of course, that it was a
I drew submarines. I painted submarines. I talked, breathed, THOUGHT submarines! They were my life!
I was only a baby.
If ever a friend visited, then to our stations we would run.
Old cardboard box became new, exciting, fun.
They wanted to play astronauts? Not a chance.
If the box broke, we'd dash inside to
The deep blue never seemed closer.
And then came the day that I decided play wasn't good enough.
Monday that week. I had seen the adverts on the telly. We all had. Everyone told me, everyone rang and let me know.
What good friends I had.
So sorry I left you.
On Tuesday, it made the cover of the magazines.
A new toy to be released! Theme??
Maritime fun!
By Thursday, I had watched every advertisement there was. I had hungrily devoured any and all of the information I could decipher from every article I could manage with my pre-school grasp of reading.
On Friday, it became too much.
My mother had showed me how to use the phone in case of emergencies.
As far as I was concerned, this was the greatest emergency ever faced by a child.
I knew my numbers off by heart, all the way up to 30!
The lady said it would be there the next day, and she wasnt lying.
I opened the box...
She was a deep emerald, her glass dome glittering in the sun, casting rainbows over the doorstep.
In my short life, I had never encountered such beauty.
I had to tell my friends! Tell my mum, my dad! Tell everyone in the village!
But..
I had to test her first.
There was a river round the corner from our house.
We used to fish there, my father and I, mother waiting at the kitchen door, ready to cook us anything we might catch. Trout, mainly. I loved fresh river trout. It was my favourite. Mum and dad were in the kitchen now, having an argument about time.
Her wonderful green hull pushed gently through the slick mud of the riverbank. She was so light it was easy even for me, so young.
The door swung open at my touch.
I eagerly jumped inside, slamming the portal shut as we slid towards the rippling liquid.
Her nose touched the surface;
I giggled with excitement as we submerged..
..spiralled....
......sank.
By the time I realised, rescue was not an option.
Oxygen was running out.
My cries rang through the tiny plastic toy, jumbled words, trips of the tongue.
Oh, in the end, it didn't matter that I couldn't speak clearly.
My name is..Spoonerism.
I can't remember my real one.
Born 1983.
Died 1988.
Body recovered... 2009.
Rather close to Forkerism.
And of course Kniferism.