The Doodle: A Short Story

Doodle is not like other children, he can't go anywhere without Brother, because of his disability. One day Brother takes Doodle to Old Woman Swamp. While sitting on the field Doodles eyes began to round with wonder as his hands began to stroke the grass feeling the rubberiness in it. Then Doodle began to cry. "It's so pretty," he said "So pretty, pretty, pretty." While other kids would have

Doodle shows from the beginning that he is abnormally special and determined. Doodle was expected to die very young, he looked like an old man all head and no body. Everyone thought Doodle was a big disappointment except Aunt Nicey who knew he would live since he was born in a caul, or membrane enclosing a baby at birth. Dad had a little mahogany coffin built for Doodle anyway, which now sits up in the barn loft covered in Paris green, and has an owl nest built inside of it. One day Doodle and his brother went up into the barn loft to see the casket.

In the story the narrator is only about 7 and he wanted doodle to be like him.When doodle was born

Every single day his older brother would try to help him to stand on his own. After hours upon hours and days upon days eventually Doodle would stand on his own. One day while their family was eating they had a surprise for them. Being Doodle standing on his own, so they had their family gather around in the living room his older brother brought Doodle in, with his wagon. Their family watched in amazement as Doodle stood up. Doodle’s mother got up ran to him and hugged him. Doodle told their family it was his older

When Doodle was first born he was very weak. Nobody would ever believe that he would ever amount to anything. Some even though he would die. Someone like his brother. The narrator always wanted a brother or someone to do something with. But he was not expecting his brother to turn out like he did. He gave his brother the name Doddle after the Doodlebug. His Brother had to carry him everywhere. He became sick of this and also embarrassed to have a brother that was 5 and could not even walk. So he began to teach him.

Since the narrator forced Doodle to do something he did not want to go, Doodle screamed and cried, showing the

In the end of the story brother runs away from Doodle. The brother know that Doodle is terrified of being alone and that he would follow him. Of course Doodle did but it ends badly for him. When the brother goes back to find Doodle he finds him dead. All he had to do was not run away, then maybe Doodle would still be

First Doodle is enthusiastic. When his brother introduced him to the “Old Woman Swamp” first thing he starts doing is a silent look at the place, he starts to cry right after saying “It’s so pretty it’s so pretty” (3). The first time he started walking but for only a few seconds, the story said he wanted to try to walk in pride, his brother pushed him very hard to do so after that he felt as if he is not half a person. He had also found big excitement when he has found the scarlet ibis in the tree that was in his backyard, he has stopped eating as soon as he heard the croaking noise it made just to check it out.

One day when the family was eating they heard this strange croaking sound, everyone was confused on what was making the sound, so Doodle walks outside to investigate. He finds a big red bird huddled up in a tree and calls everyone outside. They were all confused on what it was, and while they were looking at it, they noticed that the bird looked sick. It

A heavy, dreadful storm came that evening. As Doodle and Brother run back home, Brother runs ahead not bothering to look back because of anger and frustration of wanting Doodle to be normal and dependent on his own. When he calms down, he looks back to see Doodle but sees no sign of him. He heads back searching for Doodle, suddenly seeing him curled up a bush and says, "Let's go, Doodle". Brother approaches him finding him bleeding from the mouth with no response. Realizing he had lost his little doodlebug because of shame and guilt of wanting a normal brother. Brother crying, puts his body over Doodle trying to protect his brother from the

Meanwhile, Rhody was already awake and was happy to find the bump on his head had indeed disappeared. “Could this mean and ending to his cock-a-doodle confusion?” He wondered.

Invalid, different, clingy, a disappointment, and a burden; all words I had used to describe Doodle. He was just about the craziest brother a boy ever had. He was born when I was only six years old, and I had thought of him as a disappointment. Everybody, except my Aunt Nicey, had thought that he was going to die. Nobody had faith in his survival. As a baby, he would just lie on the rubber sheet in the center of his bed, and he was never “all there.” Although many doubted his survival, he lived. As time went by, he would grow, gain intelligence, and conquer obstacles. He finally began to move once he was two, and then eventually crawling, even if he did crawl backwards like the Doodlebug he was.

He fed off the success of his brother and didn’t realize it until it was too late. He pushed him too far. Doodle was a caring kid, he was scared to try things, and he was weak but he was one heck of a dreamer. Doodle is a character you might not fully understand at first but by the end of the story, his full personality is unveiled to the reader by through

This story shows how close brothers can get to each other, but they can also be very selfish and headstrong. The death of Doodle was a lot of the brothers fault because he made Doodle come with him and left him in the dust. Brother was at fault for his Doodle's death.

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