Mr Brewster Monologue

"It has been two years since Harold was duped into that dreadful war, and we have been living comfortably with Mr. Brewster. It’s been a good life, one with purpose, but lately I have been dismayed, and I can’t escape the growing feeling of guilt I have over Harold’s lost leg. One day I’m sitting in the enormous kitchen I’ve grown so fond of. The greasy, intoxicating smell of bacon circulates throughout the air, and the sun is warm honey spilling through the clouds and into the room. Mr. Brewster strides in like he is walking on air and sees the pain in my face immediately. "
“I know what troubles thee,” he says. He reaches into his deep, right pocket and pulls out a red, worn pouch.
“Here. Take this sum of money and travel into the nearest town,Williamsburg. Seek out a doctor by the name of Clyde. I hear he specializes in the creation of artificial limbs. Perhaps he can be of some service for your brother.” A smile spreads a mile long across my face.
“Thank you, Mr. Brewster. If it’s ok with you, may Harold and I leave for the doctor
He’s probably still sulking about, maybe back with Kate, looking for his next victim. Hopefully he’ll end up with more than a black, bruised eye next time. All I know is, he best hope he As for Harold, it takes him awhile to adjust to his artificial limb, several months in fact, but with plenty of guidance and help from Dr. Clyde, he is walking just fine with his new leg. He no longer needs a crutch or help from me or Mr. Brewster to get around. His new leg may not be flesh and blood, but Dr. Clyde says it’s made from the strongest metals on Earth and should only need a bit of tuning every couple of years or so. Harold’s new leg is as shiny as a new apple and glows in the sun. To be honest, I’m almost a bit jealous. Almost. But overall, I couldn’t be happier. My big brother is whole once again, and yet another adventure has come to its