Arvo Squared

[Arvo Tuuri II]

Once a fortnight, Arvo the Second was treated to two whole days with his Mummu and Pappa. Artemis was only one child into what she hoped would be a large and merry family, and she was already feeling the strain with wrangling the baby, her husband and the veritable farmyard of animals she cared for. Therefore, while his Mama marinated in her sunny garden with cucumbers over her eyes, little Arvo was being swung about the streets on his Pappa's day off.

"Pappa!" cried the toddler, trying to climb down the three feet it took to get to the ground from Professor Arvo's arms. "Worky, pease?" Arvo II was at the stage of needing translation. Worky, of course, meant that he wanted to walk, and the poor part-goblin child rarely got to practice his skills because he was easily stepped on at less than twenty inches tall. He wanted to look at, smile at and touch everything.​

 

[Arvo Tuuri]

Arvo was a family man, and so when the chance to take care of one of the youngest members currently, he jumped at the chance. He had the good fortune of spending the majority of his time at the school, where the youngest children he was stuck with were eleven and higher. So, when he came home on holidays he was ready to spend time with his grandchildren, and see how his children were going. As it happened, Kellin was off on an adventure to find a perfectly round watermelon for reasons that Arvo did not quite understand, whilst his daughter-in-law looked quite tired, so he was out with the little tyke and his wife, with his two youngest sons entertaining themselves with the prospect of lollies at the store.

Arvo II was beginning to squirm, and Arvo allowed him to clamber down. The little boy made him feel much taller than he was, and he stopped by the park he intended on spending the rest of the day in before he let Arvo II to climb down. His grandson was, predictably, quite small. Unlike some of his other children, Kellin's wife was also a part goblin, and so the chances of Arvo II being particularly big were slim, especially now with his current height. "Oh, alright," he conceded, holding onto both of Arvo II tiny hands. "Not too far. We cannot have you tripping over." He was on the grass, at least. But he didn't want to have to bring home a crying baby with a bump on his head to poor Artemis.
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[Arvo Tuuri II]

Predictably, Arvo's grandson was off like a shot. Fortunately for the Professor, tiny Arvo was more resilient than he looked, and when he face-planted the ground as toddlers were wont to do, he merely rubbed his face and clambered back up to try again. There were sticks to eat, butterflies to laugh at, Pappa to scream at for chasies, and all manner of entertaining things for a niblet to do.

Tiny Arvo thought he was very far away from his Pappa, when in reality he was only meters. Therefore it was appropriate to try climbing a very tall tree (also only a few meters tall). He managed to get to the second branch before Professor Tuuri could catch up when he inevitably fell, hitting the bottom branch on his tummy. Once again, the little boy proved to be tough as nails. The air left his lungs in a short whoomph and, amusingly, he let out a fart. Arvo II let out a strained, gurgling giggle at the sound.

"Pappa. Down," he wheezed, flopping on the tree limb.​

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