Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 09:06:32 -0800 (PST) From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net> Subject: The Mohawk Boy Parrt 8 Pregnant At Age 11 -- The 5 Year Update A couple of months ago that lurid TV news magazine show ran a segment called "Pregnant At Age 11 -- The 5 Year Update." In fact, seeing it was what finally got me motivated to write this whole story down. I did not actually have the balls to watch it on the TV at home (with my wife around), but I had seen a promo for it so I knew to go to the website when I got a chance. There they were, Grandma, Mom and little Hawk, now 5 years old and let me tell you there is no mistaking who that boy's daddy is! They still did not show you Mom's face, but there was a lot of video of little Hawk. White Feather got that little boy a Mohawk haircut for the occasion, just to emphasize the point to her audience of one out in TV land. It wasn't an extreme full-on Mohawk, it was a lot wider so he mostly just had the sides of his head shaved, and she didn't die Hawk's hair red or anything, but she did have the back frizzed out down by his neck which was a nice touch. There she was, still claiming that she had no idea who the dad was, but then not 15 seconds later when the reporter asked her, if she could say anything to the dad what would it be? she said, "I'd say I still love him, and I'd let him meet his boy." Then she turned and said, "Come here Hawk, and say hello," and that cute little boy came right up and looked straight into the camera and said, "Hello Daddy I love you!" in that sing-songy voice that only a little kid can do. Oh yes, it was weird as shit. But as I watched it a few times before downloading it, there was something else very peculiar about it all that I could not put my finger on ... of course, I have no way of knowing about what happened a couple of weeks before the TV crew got to Stella & White Feather's house, but as the narrator of this story I have a responsibility to tell you anyway (!). One cold morning in February, Stella was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper while White Feather (now 17 and a junior in high school) got ready for school. Suddenly she saw a short article from the national wire services, but re-edited by the local staff because it had a couple of "local connections." Oh my God! she thought, this just can't be true! Her first impulse was to rip the article out of the newspaper, tear it up and throw it away so White Feather would never see it, but then after she settled down a little bit she had a change of heart. Actually, her daughter had to know about this. "Oh honey, can you come in here for a minute?" she called out. White Feather was in a bit of a hurry but she came out to the kitchen anyway. "Whaddaya want Ma?" "There's an article here in the paper you're gonna want to see." "Ma, I'm in a hurry, can't we do this later?" "Oh no, honey, you really need to hear this." And with that Stella started with the headline: GEOGRAPHY CHAMP KNOWS US WELL, WILL ATTEND COLLEGE HERE Connecticut high school senior Mohawk Williams won this year's Northeast Regional Geography Bee because he was able to name the county seat of our neighboring Elliot County. Besting fifty finalists, he won the grand prize, a full scholarship to the college of his choice. He is the first African-American winner of the Northeast Regional prize. White Feather sat down and looked straight at her mom. "I told you! I told you he still loves me! He loves me and he's coming to find me!" Mom continued reading: Young Williams' victory was controversial, however, because it was well known among the competitors that he is an expert at the geography of the U.S. Midwest and Great Plains states. But a review of the procedures confirmed that the winning ques- tion had come up in random order and gave Williams no unfair advantage. "All these kids have their own areas of expertise," said Bee official Harry White. "We can't exclude questions that any con- testant might be good at, or else every question would be excluded." When asked where he would be going to college, Williams said he will attend State University, only 50 miles from here, where he has already been accepted. "I'll be leaving right after grad- uation in June so I can find a place to stay," he said. "HOLY SHIT MA!!" White Feather jumped up from the table and began to pace around the house excitedly. "Mohawk still loves me, he thinks he knows where to find us -- and he's exactly right! -- and he's coming here in June! HOLY SHIT!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Of course, this was exactly what Ma was afraid of when she thought about ripping up the newspaper story. "What will you do??!!" she demanded, "Will you start fucking him all over again??!!" "ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT!!" she called from down the hall. "Will you start having more of his babies??!!" "I'LL HAVE 10 OF HIS BABIES! 20 BABIES!! 100 BABIES!!" Ma started crying and blurted out, "Oh honey you have to stay in school!!" When White Feather heard how distressed her mother was, she came back out to the kitchen. She wasn't trying to get Ma all upset, she was just exaggerating and being sarcastic like any 17-year-old. "Ma, look at me, and stop worrying," she said. Ma looked at her. "I'm only kidding. Nobody can fuck all day and all night -- ya gotta stop to eat and sleep, and to go to school and do homework and stuff. And I don't want 100 kids -- three, tops, and that includes Hawk. And hey, think about it Ma, if some `geography genius' comes knockin' on our door, do you really think he's gonna say I should quit school? Of course not. But Ma, you've gotta know, he's not coming all this way after all this time just to sit around and watch TV! When we were in Florida he promised that when he finds me we're gonna fuck every day and every night, and that's exactly what's gonna happen, at least for the whole summer! You're gonna have to get used to that." And with that, she went back to her room and excitedly finished getting ready for school. "HOLY SHIT!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Well, except for that last part about the upcoming summer of non-stop sex, what White Feather said did calm Stella down some, and she read the story through again. She realized that in this life, things really could be a whole lot worse than to have your daughter be hopelessly in love with a geography prize winner with a college scholarship. Actually, Stella knew that her life had already been a lot worse than that, and in fact, this one newspaper story turned everything she knew about the last 6 years of her life almost completely upside down. The little bastard she had been cursing under her breath every time White Feather sang his praises has suddenly reappeared and he's not a little bastard at all! He's a fine upstanding young man who has turned himself into a geography champion seemingly for no other reason than to find the girl he loves and come live up to every promise he made to her that day in Florida! Holy shit! Of course, she doesn't know anything about the month-long sex marathon or bustin' 9-year-old virgins, so let's not tell her. And anyway, even though those promises Mohawk made mostly had to do with how often her daughter was going to get fucked, Stella still couldn't deny that those were the promises White Feather most wanted to have fulfilled. So when White Feather came back out, ready to head off to school, Stella said, "Sit again for a minute," which she did. "Honey, I'll make a deal with you. You keep your grades up, at least as good as they are now," (which by the way was not bad) "and I will do everything I know how to do to get you into State University so you can go to college with your dream boy. And I'll be here to do day care duty for a whole tribe of little Mohawks -- as many as you want." "You're the best, Ma." "But wait, there's one more thing. We still have to keep Mohawk's secret for him. No slip-ups when the TV crew gets here. Even after all this time, he could get in very serious trouble for getting you pregnant when you were so young. He could do jail time for it. But if he's as smart as you say -- and okay, this newspaper story sure makes it seem like he is -- he might have a plan for staying out of trouble. And the best thing for you to do is let him follow his plan. Let him find you, and when he knocks on that door, you're together and nobody has to know anything else. Not the cops, not anybody." So that explains everything -- why the 5 year update video seemed peculiar to me, and how Mohawk and White Feather finally got the Disney movie ending they were hoping for. It even leaves Cherokee back in Connecticut, ready to explain everything to his aunt and grandma when Mohawk calls from White Feather's house to say yeah, he did find a place to stay for the summer. In fact, Cherokee and Mohawk have already worked this out so Mohawk can be 2000 miles away when Cherokee shows them the screen-capture photo and the TV videos, including "Hello Daddy I love you!" Then it will be their turn to shit a brick! Actually, there have been so many bricks shitted in the last couple of chapters of this story that we could build a brick shit house out of them! Oh hey, White Feather -- you can go off the Pill if you want, but stick with the PMS meds, okay? Anyway, when Mohawk knocks on the door one day this coming June, those two little love birds are gonna head straight for her bedroom and rip each others' clothes off and start making up for lost time. And live happily ever after. The End.