Puzzles By Denis Price

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I've got a really nice room, when the door's closed I feel ever so safe and warm. It's quiet as well, just the swish of the wind in the trees outside. I like the trees; they hide the big tall fence. My watchers say the fence is there to keep me safe, and that's their job too, they're always there, they watch me and I watch them, watching is what we do here, it's nice though 'cos watching is a sort of caring, isn't it?

They all talk to me now, the one's with the brown faces and clean white coats are really nice, they ask me to help them with their puzzles and pictures, they call them tests. When I finish a puzzle it makes them really happy and they smile and laugh ever such a lot. It's lovely when they do that 'cos they have such nice white teeth, that and the way their brown eyes shine makes me feel really warm inside.

I wish I had nice teeth and could make everybody feel happy and warm like I do. Like I said, everybody talks to me, some of the white ones aren't as nice as the brown ones, they go on and on saying silly things like, Why do you think like that? and ,You must try and think in another way.

It makes me angry 'cos I don't tell them how to think so why should they tell me to think and do things different, nobody should tell other people to do that, that's what Mr. Robbo my step dad used to say. When I get mad they tell me they'll help me a lot and we can spend lots of time together having talks and doing puzzles but what it's all about I don't know. Sometimes the brown ones bring helpers with them who write a lot of stories in their books. Yesterday one of the helpers was a lady, she didn't smile at all but she was still lovely.

Ladies smell different, they smell sweet and milky like babies, they're soft and smooth like babies as well, that's why I always want to stroke their nice smooth skin. Even talking about it makes me feel all warm inside. I've always been like that but it gets me into trouble, it did at school when Mr. Robbo, my step dad had to go and see them about me. It was silly, I only did what we did at home, 'course that was a secret, our secret, I'd promised I wouldn't tell anybody so I didn't but why do I get into trouble when I want to do it with somebody else?

It was after that I went to another school. I didn't see Mr. Robbo again, I knew he was my Dad in a way but I still called him Mr. Robbo, a bit like he was a teacher or somebody really posh, he liked that, he said it showed I cared, he was right, I did care, I still do. The new school was a big house with lots of rooms, one of them was mine and I could keep all my own things in it. I liked being there a lot, everybody was nice to me, helping me to read and all that, but that's what got me into trouble again.

My lady teacher was lovely, she'd sit really close to me, really close with that baby smell all over her. I knew she loved me, she made me feel ever so warm when she smiled, so I stroked her. I thought she'd like that but she didn't, she pushed me hard and started shouting at me. It made me really angry so I pushed her back and she fell, it was awful, I really thought she loved me but she didn't, she didn't at all. This got me into real trouble so they sent me to another place that was bad, it was noisy and dark and nobody smiled. They even called me names so I had to be on my own a lot.

When I was in this bad place a woman came to see me, she said she was my mother and that she was terribly sorry and cried a lot. I didn't know why she cried, I didn't know her and she didn't know me so why did she cry? Was she sorry because she was my mother? I still don't understand. When she left she still kept telling me she was sorry and came up close and kissed me, she made my face wet, she smelled of babies but I didn't feel warm. She said she'd see me again but she didn't. It was a long time ago. I still don't know why she cried, like I said, she didn't know me and I didn't know her, I never did.

I really like it at this new place, it's got lots of trees round it where birds live. I watch 'em a lot, they're lucky, they can fly anywhere, I wish I could, I'd fly to London and even America. I saw a video once about some nice little people with a big dog, they had a friend with a funny name I can't remember but she was little and could fly anywhere. I always wanted to be her but I don't suppose it matters now.

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