#peg3

[nadiamarti]

The story of the South Asheville Cemetery's rich history and the ongoing effort to restore this valuable cultural landmark. Film produced by Nadia Marti (Warren Wilson College '16) and Gabrielle Holodnak (Warren Wilson College '17).

[blessedby-puberty]

Peg Leg || Open

Hiccup had secluded himself from the rest of the carnival for the past few weeks. He had been so wrapped up in the new born cubs, he forgot completely about social interaction. But he didn't need that, he didn't need people..So he always reminded himself. 

He sat now in the cage where the cubs were, and smiled to himself. They had opened their eyes by now, and each of them had developed their own personality. The fact that Hiccup could be so close to them, bond with them, blew his mind. He knew that everyone thought he was nuts, he could tell just by the way they watched him with the animals. He didn't know why, but he had always had a special gift with the animals. One that no one else in the entire carnival had.  He never worried about an incident happening, or him getting hurt..Simply because he trusted the animals. All of them. Even his biggest cat, Trixie.

He leaned back, resting on the cage, and watched as the fattest cub wabbled towards him. He let out a chuckle and watched as it started sniffing his leg..Well..The fake one. The chunky cat began to paw at it, and Hiccup knew it wouldn't be good. "Please don't bite that." He mumbled, readjusting himself. He was sure that no one was around, beings he hadn't seen any body in about a week. He pulled his pant leg up, reveling his fake leg,  and slowly removed it. "Not today, bud." He whispered to the cat, setting the leg down beside him.

This was the only time he had taken the leg off outside of his car. Normally he was so self conscious about it, he didn't want anyone to know that it wasn't real. But here with the cubs, that didn't matter. He smiled softly as the chunk laid its head on his stump, closing it's eyes slowly and yawning. He was beginning to think that maybe he could take a nap, as well. That was until he heard rustling behind him. 

"Who's there?!" He called out frantically, torn between waking the cub up to fix his leg, or to let it sleep. Exposing himself. 

[a-crooked-stick]

This is a stereo mix of an eight channel recording made by Groupe de Recherches Musicales of a live performance with sound projection via the Acousmonium sound system. http://www.presenceselectroniques.ch/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acousmonium