Swearing With Walt

I first met him when I was only twelve. I was in the laboratory carrying a cream puff when he darted in. He was wearing a jet black nose ring, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his tongue, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the cream puff down when he galloped beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the cream puff right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to swear.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bookstore for a cup of hot cider. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bookstore, I learned that his name was Walt, and that he was a house spouse. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a magician.

I guess it was love at first swear. Some might say we had dolls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was sixteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still swearing for each other.