the animal game
Posted on January 20, 2011 by shilo christina
Recently, my kid brother and I have taken to playing word games when we’re bored (and getting along). The rules of the games are that you have to pick a category (animals, places, food, etc), and then one person calls out an item in that category. The next person, then, has to call out another item that begins with the last letter of the just-called item. For example: if he were to call out ”dog” I would call out “gorilla” and then he could say “anteater,” and so on and so forth. The game is over when no one can think of anything else at all, or when everyone gets bored (which, in our case, is the… case).
The thing about this game, at least when it comes to my brother and I, is that you never know when it’s going to start, who’s going to initiate it, or even what the category of the round is. It happens suddenly, and before you know it, you’ve wasted an hour yelling out names and words that you, on a day-to-day basis, never would have thought of. Like nematode.
Last night, I was playing with the Bamboo Tablet I recently got. I’m not much of an artist to begin with, and I was just playing around, really. My brother came into my room to hang out, and started asking me to draw things. Mostly, I only played along to amuse him at first, because I had other things I wanted to do.
Then, suddenly, my brother yells out, “ALBATROSS!”
I freeze. I turn my head. I look at him, like I often do, as if he’s lost his mind, which he often has. He looks at me, expectant, and I look back at my laptop, and the tablet pen in my hand.
Oh, I tell myself. It is on.
This was our game last night.
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A few notes:
- Because of a childhood obsession with The Rescuers Down Under, and having read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, I’ve happily led my life believing that Albatrosses were monsterous birds that towered over everything. This is why the Albatross is the biggest, because I still like to pretend that they’re as big as I remember them being in my imagination.
– I spelled Nematode wrong. As well as Egret and Narwhal. When it’s midnight and you’re laughing too hard to pay attention, these things happen. Also, the Narwhal’s horn is that black line going towards the Tiger’s tail.
– My brother cheated. When I gave him Lynx, he gave me Xenobeetle, and a whole history to make me believe him, and I did, but Google tells me otherwise.
– Koalas are violent, dirty things, and that is why mine is not happy.
– I have no excuse for the Rooster. My brother was up in arms about it the whole night.
– I also don’t know why the Elephant is in a box, my brother just said it. I think he understood that it wouldn’t fit on the canvas I had open. That, or he was catering to my love of Elephants and my love of The Little Prince. What a sweetheart.