Herman ran about the room...gathering as many of the
feathers as he could. He'd run to one corner..then the other...over here and under
there...as the floating feathers drifted down through out the room. He gathered his
feathers for more then an hour...placing them back into what was left of the blue pillow
covering.
And Sam was watching all
the time . He watched as Herman ran to the window...crying out for the material to
come back...he watched as Herman had his idea...he watched as he picked up all the
feathers that he could...and Sam understood...as only an original can...that Herman was
having an "idea"
Herman quickly gathered what was left of the blue
covering...with feathers inside...and left the room. He seemed to forget about
Sam. And Sam didn't like that at all. And
wishing very hard that he could roll himself up...and carry himself to the work room....he
heard a fleeting flishy...squishy...wishy sound....and he found himself floating through
the air...he floated right into the work room. Now most people would be somewhat
surprised to see their carryrounds floating through the room...but Herman was an
original too, so he just looked up...Hmmmmphed...and went back to work...ripping the blue
material into sections...throwing the feathers into a blue dye mixture cooking on a little
portable stove...and the entire time he would hum a little tune with no name. Sam
had gotten at least part of his wish...to go to the work room...but still Herman paid no
attention to him...but Sam was satisfied...for now he could at least, see what Herman was
doing...and that wasn't so bad...to be ignored for some great "idea"...well Sam
understood because he was an original as well.
Herman quickly gathered what was left of the