Note: I do not own Wall.E
Location: Barham, outside Dover, Britain
The Sun setting on the horizon was an amazingly beautiful thing to see. The lush and beautifully green landscape of southeast England stood out perfectly to those who lived in it. The cool wind blew gently across the ground, making the grass sway like tiny spears. Leaves rustled quietly as the wind tried to blow them off of the branches. Usually it would work with almost no effort at all, but for this part of the year the leaves were attached tightly to the branches, as if not wanting to leave them, but they would have to soon when winter set in, but for now they could soak up the last of the Sun's rays on this perfect June evening.
In the village of Barham, It's people were going about their daily duties or were going out in couples for walks in the surrounding fields and woods. One couple, a 6ft tall man in his middle twenties dressed in a grey jacket and black trousers with black shoes, walked in hand with his fiancée, a pretty young woman in her early twenties dressed in a tunic and long narrow skirt that almost hit her feet which were in black laced shoes, down a pavement alongside a cobbled road that ran through the village. They went out a few times a week and tonight was the perfect night for going out because it was warm and there was a cool breeze blowing.
Nearby, a young man rode by on his bicycle. He was wearing a grey jacket with grey trousers and black shoes. He was seventeen years old and was about 5ft 10 with brown hair, blue eyes and a handsome face, apart from his rough cheeks and a small scar down the side of his nose, which he had attained in an accident several years earlier. His name was Wallace Francis Burtt, or Wally, which he preferred to be called, for short. He lived and worked on a farm not far outside the village with his brother, or who he saw as his brother, Hal, who was one year younger than him.
Wally rode out of the village and down the cobbled rode towards a small dirt path that led left from the road to a small farmhouse and stable not far away. He had just left his German lesson with Franz Adler, who was from Germany and ran a fruit shop in the village. They knew each other very well, mainly because Wally's 'father' had introduced them to each other not long ago when Wally was in his early teenager years and thinking about travelling around the world, and they got on very well. For at least an hour for almost every evening for the past three years he had been going to these German lessons Franz set up for him. At first, he found them quite boring and sometimes regretted that he and Franz knew each other, but now he sort of like did like them. He was not completely overjoyed to be in them or anything like that, but he was fonder of them now than he was a few years ago.
Wally rode off of the road and down the path towards the farmhouse. The farmhouse was more of a cottage, only it was slightly bigger than a normal one, as it did have two floors and an attic, with a front door, a back door and a small window a few feet from the right of the front door. Above the ground floor of the house were two more windows, one of which the room which Wally and Hal slept in and one for their 'parents'. Not far from the house, a few metres to the right of the house was a small stable made out of thick wood. A large door on the side of the stable led into the building. Scattered across the ground were several bags of oats for the horses and a wheelbarrow. A pitchfork was placed against the wall of the stable embedded in a small pile of hay.
Wally brought his bicycle to a halt and stepped off it. He walked with it behind the farmhouse and rested it against the wall near the back door, which was wide open. The smell of something cooking wafted out of the house. Wally caught it. It smelt strong of baking bread; no doubt they would have that along with whatever else they were having for dinner tonight.
Wally stepped inside the house into a small kitchen with a wooden dining table and five chairs in the middle of the room. A small flight of stairs near the far right hand corner of the kitchen led upstairs. On the left wall was a stove over a roaring fire. A woman dressed in an old dress with a white apron over the front was stirring something in the stove. It was his mother. She was much shorter than her son; about 5ft 5 with brown hair, green eyes and soft cheeks. Her name was Mary. She was about thirty five years old, but looked slightly younger. She turned to face Wally, having heard him walk in.
"Oh good, your home," she greeted.
"Hello, mother," Wally said, walking over to her and giving her a quick hug. "How's dad?" he asked as he let go.
"Oh he's fine," she replied. "He's upstairs asleep, his leg started bleeding again earlier on so I had to take him to the doctor's and they bandaged it and told him to rest."
Wally let out a weak smile but it quickly faded from his face. His 'father' had sustained an injury during fighting against the Zulus in Africa fifteen years earlier. Apparently, a Zulu warrior had struck him in the leg, taking off a chunk of it. This had affected his walking and he had to use a walking stick to get around. Also, he needed help if he was walking up or down a hill. It had a deep effect on his lifestyle because he used to be a runner before the fighting in Africa, and obviously now he could no longer run, and his leg would bleed if he knelt down or tried to run. Wally had felt sorry for his 'father' having to go through this pain every day. It seemed to get worse every year, but at least he was still alive.
"Where's Hal?" he asked Mary.
"He's outside in the stable with the horses," she told her son. "You wouldn't go and feed them quickly, would you?" she asked her son.
"Yes mother," Wally answered, nodding.
Wally walked outside and back around the house towards the stable. As he approached it, he could hear a voice talking from inside the stable, along with the sound of snorting. Wally shook his head and chuckled under his breath as he picked up the bag of oats and walked over to the stable.
"You're a pretty girl," the voice said. "You know that?"
Wally walked over to the doorway and looked inside. There were three pens along the right side of the stable, each containing a horse on a hay covered floor. A young boy was standing in front of the middle pen with his hands on the side of the face of a horse. He was sixteen years old and about 5ft 9 with black hair and a few hairs below his nose. He was dressed in a pair of old grey trousers with a straightjacket. It was his younger brother Hal, or he and his family saw him as a younger brother. The truth was both Wally and Hal were adopted. Wally's mother had died shortly after giving birth and so he was to live in a workhouse. When he was five, Mary and her husband had taken him as their son. Then, a year later, they adopted Hal as well because his mother had left him an unwanted child at the entrance to another workhouse not far from where Wally was. They had all grown close to each other, especially Wally and Hal as they always stuck out for each other, especially Wally for Hal because he was more adventurous and when he was little had said he wanted to be an explorer and travel across places like Africa and Australia. Obviously he had grown used to the fact that it was not going to be as easy as that as he got older, but that never stopped dreaming about it.
"I'll go and get some oats for you in a minute, darling," he said to the horse as he patted It's cheek.
"You going to give her kiss?" Wally inquired in a mocking, but not offensive, voice.
"Haha, very funny, Wally," Hal said as he looked at his brother who set down the bag of oats next to him. "At least I can make friends with horses,"
"Yes, but I don't act like I want to kiss one," Wally replied.
"Shut up," Hal replied as Wally started chuckling.
"Alright, we need to feed the horses before we go in for dinner," he said to Hal as he took a handful of oats and handed them to Hal.
"She'll like these," he said as he turned back to the horse. "There you go, girl," he said to the horse as it took them out of his hand and began eating them, the oats crunching loudly as the horse chewed on them.
Wally took another handful and held them in front of the horse in the first pen. The horse began eating at the oats, making another loud crunching sound. A few moments later, the horse finished eating them.
"Hey, Wally?" Hal inquired. His brother, who had taken another handful of oats, looked up at him. "Is dad still asleep?" he asked.
"Y-yes, why?" Wally replied.
"Why don't we take the horses out for a quick run," he suggested. "We can be back before dad wakes up,"
"I don't think that's a good idea," Wally said to Hal.
"Oh, come on," Hal moaned to his brother. "It'll only be for a few minutes,"
"Hal," Wally said, dropping the oats back inside the bag and folding his arms as if he were a parent. "Do you not remember what happened last time we decided to take the horses out for a run when we shouldn't have?" he asked his brother.
Hal looked away. He remembered very well when they had taken the horses out when they should not have. Last time, they had taken them for a run across the field, though that time Wally had agreed to do so, but when they got off to stand back up their old scarecrow in one of the fields, one of their horses, which was easily spooked by sudden sounds, went running off when the two were lifting up the scarecrow and Hal accidentally took off one of the arms in a loud snap. The horse had freaked out and ran across the field. Wally and Hal ran after it and it resulted in a chase that went across the field and down the cobbled road and into the village before it managed to calm down. Other than being out of breath, they made absolute fools of themselves in front of a whole crowd of people and, to add to their punishment, their father had exploded at the fact they had taken the horses out without his permission.
"Hal, I'm not taking the horses out again," Wally said sternly to his brother.
"Wally, don't worry. Dad will never find out this time," he replied.
"He probably won't have to because we'll most likely end up running another marathon," Wally said in an annoyed tone. "I can just imagine it in the village's papers." He raised his hands to add emphasis to his point. "Farmer brothers chasing after horse for second time sparks another humorous show!" he said.
"Oh you're so dramatic," Hal said to Wally.
"No, I'm just trying to stop dad from killing us!" Wally said sternly to Hal. "Now, I'm not going out there and you shouldn't either!"
"Well, I am," Hal said to Wally. "And you can't stop me,"
Hal walked over to the end of the stable and took one of the four saddles and a hackmore. He opened the pen to the second horse and stepped in and placed the saddle on the back of the horse and the hackmore over the face of the horse and tightened it.
"Last chance, Wally," Hal offered.
"Hal, we'll get in big trouble for this," Wally said to his brother, hoping to snap some senses into him.
"No we won't," Hal reassured his brother. "Just trust me, we'll be back before dad wakes up and he'll be none the wiser,"
Wally was cut off when he saw Hal climb onto the horse and stare patiently at him. After a few moments, he sighed and rubbed his hand across his face.
"Alright," Wally finally gave in to Hal. "But we only go out for a few minutes," he said, pointing at Hal to show that he was telling the truth.
"That's fine," he said.
Wally nodded, though still having a bad felling about this, and walked down to the edge of the stable and took another saddle and hackmore. He walked over to the first pen, opened it and placed the saddle on the horse's back and tightened the hackmore on the face of the animal. He opened the outside door to his pen and, by walking outside, Hal's pen. Hal pulled back on his horse's hackmore. The horse stepped backwards out of the stable. Wally did the same with his horse. The two rode off into the fields.
It was a fairy-tale. They had come out with the horses at the right time of day. The Sun had almost set behind the distant hills, filling the air with a beautiful field of colours from gold to dark pink/purple. Soon it would be night time and the stars would be coming out to fill the night sky with a beautiful display.
"We'll take them around the edge of the field once and then we'll head back," Hal said to Wally.
"You go on," Wally told him. "I'll wait here, just please be careful and don't be too long," he told Hal.
"Don't worry," Hal reassured him. "I'll only be a few minutes,"
Hal ride off across the field, his horse trotting slowly across the grass. Wally watched him and sighed and looked worryingly back at the farmhouse. He was worried that dad would wake up and find out they had taken the horses out without his permission.
Dad'll kill us if he finds out about this! Wally thought anxiously.
Hal scanned the scene as he rode across the edge of the field. The cobbled road was not far away from him. He smiled at the beautiful dusk sky as the Sun finally disappeared behind the hills.
Picked a good time to take the horses out, he thought relaxingly as he looked back at the field in front of him.
What the…? His eyes rested on a faint orange colour just visible through the grass. What was it? Hal pulled back on his horse's hackmore slightly, slowing the horse's trotting. He did not know what it was and he did not want to take the risk of walking right into whatever it was. Still, he was going to ride on past it and be at the ready just in case this thing was a threat.
The orange colour came closer with every step the horse took. Hal kept his eyes trained on the orange colour. What was it? It was obviously not the grass turning a different colour, so what was it?
What is it? Hal thought as he leaned forward slightly to get a better look at the orange colour.
Suddenly, as the horse came within a few feet of the orange colour it lunged towards the horse. It was a fox that had mistaken Hal and the horse for food. The horse neighed loudly and rose up on It's back legs. Hal yelled out as he fell off the horse onto the ground, his arm getting caught in the side of the saddle. The fox fled in panic, disappearing into the grass. The horse immediately ran forward in panic.
Wally heard Hal yell and looked back at him to see his horse run off across the field, with Hal being dragged along!
"Hal!" Wally shouted in fear for his brother.
He rode after his brother's horse, which was much faster than his and was already further ahead of them. Hal tried to release his hand from the saddle but his horse's running was stopping him. His feet were hitting the ground and each other a lot. His eyes watered as pain overtook his body.
Suddenly, a wooden fence not far ahead made him panic. The horse was heading straight towards it! It would jump over it, but he would end up crashing into it, and that was going to hurt, a lot. He had to free himself quickly!
Hal began pulling desperately at his hand in an effort to free it, but the horse's running was preventing him from getting any closer to freeing it. Hal began to panic more. If he did not free it within the next few moments, he would go crashing through the fence.
Wally urged his horse to run faster. As if by telepathy, the horse obeyed and ran faster. He had to free Hal's hand and fast before he hit the fence. His horse was not that far away now, just a few more metres. If his horse kept up with Hal's he could free him, only if nothing went wrong.
Wally's horse was now alongside Hal's. He reached out to release his hand.
"Hold still, Hal," Wally shouted to him. "I've almost got you,"
"Try telling that to the horse!" Hal shouted back.
Wally grabbed hold of the saddle. If he could raise it, then Hal's hand would be free. Now was the hard part, he had to actually raise it whilst holding onto his horse with other hand and trying to halt another that running faster than he could carry out his plan.
Suddenly, Wally almost fell off the side of his horse. Reacting to try and stay on, he grabbed hold of his hackmore and ended up pulling it towards him. His horse came to a sudden halt, causing him to go flying forward off of his horse onto the ground. Wally groaned as he lifted his head up from the ground. That hurt a lot.
CRASH! He snapped his head in the direction of the noise to see Hal's horse jump over the fence as if it presented no obstacle to it at all. However, Hal had not gone over the fence like the horse. Instead, he had gone right through it! Hal's body fell to the ground a few feet from the new hole in the fence line. His horse carried on running across the field that was on the other side of the fence line.
"Hal!" Wally shouted.
He ran towards his brother as fast as his legs would carry him. He had to see if he was okay! Wait, what if he was knocked out? Oh God, dad was going to kill them if he was!
Wally skidded to a halt and knelt down next to his brother.
"Hal?" Wally asked fearfully as he shook his brother by his shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Hal groaned and rubbed his forehead.
"Ow," he groaned as he sat up.
"Are you alright?" Wally asked his brother.
Hal nodded and rubbed his forehead again. That hurt a lot. He was surprised he had not knocked himself out or done himself any serious damage.
A snort drew the two's attention to the fence. Wally's horse rode up to the hole in the fence. One of the panels was lying on the ground along with one of the wooden beams. Two more were lying at an angle as they were still connected to other panels. Another had come right off and was lying about six feet away from the hole a few inches from Wally and Hal.
"Oh no," Wally muttered under his breath. "Dad's going to kill us,"
"What do we do?" Hal asked his brother.
"We'll have to fix it," Wally answered as he stood up. "Let's grab your horse and then we'll fix the fence and quickly head back home before Dad finds out where we are,"
Hal nodded. Wally turned to run after Hal's horse, but something stopped him.
Standing over him was an elderly farmer who was glaring down at him. He looked to be in his late fifties, but he heavily built and still managed to keep it despite his age. It was farmer Barnes, their next door neighbour. He was dressed in a straightjacket and old worn black trousers with a few holes around the knee caps. He was just over 6ft tall, which only added to his heavily built body. He was a veteran of the Second Anglo-Afghan war that took place just over thirty five years earlier and even though he was in his late fifties, he was not the type of person you wanted to annoy.
"H-hello, Mr Barnes," Wally stuttered.
Barnes raised his hand and placed a rope in Wally's. A horse trotted up behind him.
"I believe she's yours," he said before looking past Wally at the hole in his fence.
"What happened to my fence?" he asked in a calm, but easily recognizable as a dangerous tone.
"Um," Wally began. "We were, kind of. Well-"
"Spit it out, Wallace!" Barnes growled.
"Look, Mr Barnes!" Hal exclaimed, coming to Wally's rescue. "Please don't tell our father about this! We'll fix it right now if you want and we'll go back home and none of us will need to worry ab-"
"Oh rest assured," Barnes said in a dangerous whisper but was loud enough for Wally and Hal to hear. "The fence is the least of your worries. Wait until your father hears about this!"
One hour later
The sky had begun to turn dark even though it was still quite light. A few stars had already appeared in the east of the sky and were slowly coming into view across the west of the sky. It was beautiful and peaceful. If only it was though for a family who lived outside Barham village.
Wally and Hal had returned their horses to their stable and then had to help fix Mr Barnes' fence. That was bad enough, but they were late coming home and their father was getting worried about them. At first he was overjoyed to see that they were okay, but when he saw Mr Barnes step in through the back door with them and he told them what they had done, their father had, as Wally predicted, exploded.
"What the Hell do you two think you were playing at?" he shouted at them from his seat at the dining table. His cane was rested against the side of the table. "Taking the horses out without my permission! What the Hell is wrong with you!"
Their father, John, was a tall and heavily built man just like Mr Barnes, though he was slightly shorter and younger by about two years. He was dressed in striped pyjamas. He had a white bandage around his leg, which was just visible through his pyjamas leg.
"This is the second time you two have gone running off like a pair of monkeys and look what you've done," he said to Wally and Hal. "Not only did you…" he pointed at Hal. "Get hurt, but you also risked you lives because of this fox you saw and you've broken our neighbours' fence!"
"I would expect better from you two," Mr Barnes butted in. "You know, just be lucky you two have this freedom because when I was your age, and I'm probably saying the same for your father here, we had no freedom at all! You two are lucky to have this freedom and yet you go clowning about like a pair of monkeys!"
Wally and Hal looked at each other guiltily. They knew what they had done was wrong and they had to suffer the consequences for it.
"I cannot believe you two would do something like this!" John continued. "I did not expect you to tag along with your brother after what had happened last time you two took the horses out without my permission,"
"Dad, I tried to stop Hal!" Wally said, defending his position. "I'm sorry for going out without you knowing, and so is Hal. I only went out after him because I didn't want him to get hurt,"
"It doesn't matter why you went out, Wallace," his father snapped. "The point is you went out and look what you and Hal did!" he turned to face Mr Barnes. "Barnes, I am so sorry for what they did,"
"It's alright," he replied. "You two just need to start growing up!" he barked at Wally and Hal. "You're not children anymore, your young men but you clowning around won't get you anywhere in life! Let's hope this doesn't happen again!"
Mr Barnes walked out through the back door, closing it behind him.
"Dad," Hal piped up. "I'm sorry. I wasn't Wally's fault, it was mine. I dragged him into it. If anyone's to blame It's me,"
"That doesn't matter," his father replied. "Now you to go upstairs and think about what you've done, and take in Barnes' words. You need to start growing up,"
Wally and Hal nodded and walked past their father and up the stairs towards their rooms.
"John, dear," Mary said as the two disappeared from view. "You didn't need to be too hard on them,"
"I know Mary," he said as he rubbed his hand over his face. "I just don't want them to end up doing something that they'll regret. I worry about them,"
"I know, dear," Mary comforted her husband. "You love them, but you need to understand they won't grow up like we had to,"
"I know," John said. "But I just hope they won't get left behind when the other lads out there start growing up and doing what they wanted to do when they were older,"
Later that evening
The night had descended across the sky, filling it with the beautiful show of stars. The moon was just visible in the far off darkness, but it still shine brightly. It was the perfect night for a walk or a night out.
Wally, who was now dressed in stripped pyjamas, lay in his bed, looking out through his window at the stars. He sighed at their beauty. They were amazing, but he was still feeling guilty about what happened earlier. He was also angry at Hal. He had gotten them into trouble and Wally had not done anything, he was just trying to stop Hal from getting himself hurt. Well, his efforts earlier on were useless and look where they had landed him.
The door to the room opened. It was Hal. He was also dressed in bright pyjamas. Wally sat up and glared at Hal, who looked away as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. For a moment the room was engulfed in pitch black darkness. Then, as if a new, but quick, day had dawned, the light from a candle flame filled the room. It was coming from a candle on Wally's bedside table. Hal walked over with a candle in his hand but Wally did not bother to tilt the candle end towards Hal's. Instead, he just dropped it on the table and lay on his bed, glaring up at Hal. He sighed and lit his candle with Wally's.
"Look, I'm sorry, Wally," he said.
"You're sorry," Wally repeated. "Oh yes, you're sorry for getting us into trouble, with me not even doing anything wrong, breaking our neighbour's fence and almost seriously hurting yourself," he added sarcastically.
"Wally-" Hal began but Wally cut him off.
"You know, Hal, sometimes I really think that you love getting us into trouble. Do you know how angry dad was?"
"Of course I do!" Hal replied, his voice rising as well. "And just to let you know, I didn't intend in getting us in trouble! It was just a bit of fun,"
"And was this fun involving you almost breaking your neck and making dad angry?" Wally asked sarcastically." Wally sighed. "Sometimes, I really wish you weren't my brother,"
An upset look spread across Hal's face as Wally turned over so he would not have to look at him. He had really offended him. He did not intend to get him or Wally into trouble, it was just a twist of fate, but inside he really did feel guilty. He had gone against his father's wishes to take the horses out and look where it had landed them. He sighed and walked back over to his bed.
A guilty look spread across Wally's face. He did mean what he said to Hal. He loved him because he was his brother and it was a twist of fate that had landed them into trouble. He had even joined Hal in taking the horses out but had blamed him entirely, but it was partly his fault as well.
"Hal," Wally said as he turned over and sat on the side of his bed. His brother turned to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that,"
Hal smiled slightly.
"It's alright," he replied.
"I'm just thinking about what dad said," Wally continued. "We really do need to start growing up,"
Hal nodded slightly.
"We do," he muttered. "But it'll be hard doing so,"
The door to their room opened. It was their mother Mary dressed in a gown.
"Come on, you two," she said. "It's bedtime,"
"Yes, mother," Wally and Hal replied in unison.
Mary closed the door to their room. Wally blew out his candle and climbed under the covers of his bed. Hal climbed into his bed before blowing out his candle and setting it on his bedside table. He laid his head on his pillow and his eyes closed quickly and he descended into a deep sleep.
Wally turned over in his bed and looked once more at the star filled sky. It was beautiful. Each star looked as if it was a symbol of hidden beauty. He loved looking at them, especially in the summer when the sky was mostly clear at night. He closed his eyes and let the beauty drag him to sleep.
Note: Burtt is the second name for Ben Burtt, the sound designer in Wall.E