had started out just like any other day, but Professor Trevor Bruttenholm
knew that Hellboy was having a terrible day. As he approached the room
where Hellboy had been put in a 'thinking chair' for a time out, he
saw that he was crying; big, sulfuric tears running down and onto his
tiny red chest.
"What's wrong, boy?" Trevor
Hellboy sobbed, "I'm not the best
at anything! I'm not good at anything! Everybody can do things better
Trevor patted the 8 year old's shoulder.
It made his heart ache to see the young boy so despondent. It was true,
Hellboy's horns made his movements ungraceful; it was hard for him to
even turn around sometimes without jerking his head. His stone right
hand was a menace to others and delicate objects if he wasn't thinking
about it. "Hellboy, you are meant for a very definite purpose.
We don't know yet what it is, but we do know that someday, you will
discover what you were meant to do, and all the pain you feel now will
become a great joy to you."
It must be very hard to be cooped
up in this building all the time, Trevor thought. We need an
outing. Lake Compounce is close, maybe we can take a picnic lunch.
"What would you say to a surprise?"
"What's the surprise?" asked
Hellboy. Already his tears had stopped.
"Well, let me keep it a secret
until I can arrange it. When it's time, I'll let you know."
The Professor was good to his word.
A few days later, he and Hellboy were packed and driving toward the
amusement park in Bristol, Connecticut. It was a fine, sunny day in
the last week of June.
At the park, Hellboy was spellbound.
The minute they walked into the entrance and he smelled the food, heard
the music and saw the noisy crowd of people. He didn't know where to
start first, he was so excited. He rode a few of the smaller rides first,
then went to the bigger, more exciting rides. Finally, he saw something
that he had missed when he first came into the amusement park.
There was a beautiful, colorful, old
carousel, with lively and unusual music coming from within it. Hellboy
had never seen anything like it. He jumped on it when it stopped to
allow more passengers and walked all around it, unable to make up his
mind which of the strikingly painted horses he would sit on. Finally
he found a large white one on the outside.
The carousel started up, and Hellboy
was thrilled. Around and around it went, and Hellboy started a game
of standing up and sticking his hands out to feel the wind. At one point,
however, when he stuck his right arm out, he hit a boy standing close
to the carousel. The boy was just about to hit one of a group of three
younger, smaller boys, when Hellboy's arm clobbered him and put him
on the ground. The small boys waited until the carousel stopped and
ran up to Hellboy.
"Thank you! That bully was beating
up on us! He tried to take our money! You really let him have it!!"
One of the boys excitedly said to Hellboy.
Hellboy was perplexed. He didn't mean
to hurt the bigger kid, and he certainly didn't know he was trying to
bully the boys. "Uh, you're welcome," he said.
The boys gathered around Hellboy and
said, "Let's go on the Little Showboat!" They all ran down
to the dock to board. Hellboy spent the rest of the day enjoying the
park with them.
At lunch, Trevor and Hellboy sat near
the lake and ate their sandwiches. Hellboy looked out towards the hills,
watching the shadows of the clouds go by, making dark circles on the
lake. They look like creatures swimming around in the water,
he thought. What fun it would be to go see what's really down there.
I wonder what kind of things I would find.
Later that night, fireworks announced
the closing of the park. Hellboy and Trevor stood and watched in awe.
Hellboy thought he could see people dancing about in the sky where the
fireworks were shooting. They looked kinda mad, he thought about the
way the fireworks filled the sky above them.
The day was ended. Trevor took Hellboy
back to the B.P.R.D. and put him to bed. "Did you have a good day,
"Yes, I did! That was the best
And to this day, when Hellboy feels
a little lonely or sad, he thinks back to the day when he visited the
park: his new friends, the carousel, the lake, the fireworks.
It makes him smile.
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