I did say I was going to write about my day. I'm back in our hovel.
Did I ever tell you that I'm a slave?
Something strange happened this morning. I was working in the junk heap behind Watto's shop when he yelled at me. Like that's a surprise. He always yells at me from under his long snout. He hovers around the shop on blurry wings that make a humming noise. He is my owner and I am his slave. So I have to listen.
"Come into my store," Watto yelled. His store is just a dusty junk shop. Like most buildings here, it is domed and made with thick walls.
I usually work in the junkyard in the back. My job is to look for parts in the small mountain of busted-up space vehicles Watto has collected. Sometimes I hate the work, but it's taught me a lot. I doubt there are many 9-year-old humans around Tatooine who know half as much about mechanical stuff as moi.
Anyway, I ran into the store. If there are customers, Watto yells more. It's his way of showing off, I think. A small group of people and an astromech droid were inside. That was pretty unusual. One of the people was an older man who looked like a farmer. He was tall and had a beard. That's odd. He didn't have the scarred, calloused hands moisture farmers usually have.
There was also a funny creature who looked like a cross between many species. He had the body structure of a Human, a mouth shaped like a bill, and a frog's big eyes rising out of his head. I admit, he wasn't really that unusual compared to some of the creatures here at Mos Espa. It's just that I've never seen anyone like him before.
Tagging along with them was a short, blue, dome-topped R2 astromech droid.
And last of all, there was her. Like the older man, something wasn't quite right about her. She may have been wearing coarse, casual clothes, but there was something delicate about her. Her long, braided brown hair shimmered in the sunlight. There was a glint in her brown eyes. Her skin was too perfect for a farm girl.
My heart started to beat a little harder, and somehow I felt drawn to her. In an instant, I realized she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. In fact, I was certain I was staring at an angel.
So finally I spoke up. "Are you an angel?" I asked her.
She looked surprised, then said she'd never heard of one. I think she was telling the truth. So I told her maybe she was an angel and didn't know it.
We started to talk, and the next thing I knew, I was telling her that I was a pilot, and how Watto had won my mom and me betting with Gardulla the Hutt. She seemed surprised to know that I was a slave. "I'm a person, and my name is Anakin!" I shouted. "How dare you think of me in this spotlight!"
She apologized right away.
Meanwhile, the frog man couldn't keep still. Actually, that's when I noticed everyone else was gone in the back! Finally, he accidentally activated a small pit droid. The droid went on a rampage around the store, knocking things over and dragging the frog man with him. "Hit the nose!" I told him as he got free. That he did. And it did just as I thought it did--it folded back up.
Just then Watto came back with the man and the astromech droid. By now I found out the angel girl's name was Padme. Apparently the man and Watto couldn't strike a deal.
Padme and I said goodbye and she left with the others. If only I could go with them. *dreamy expression*
Then I fainted from the amazement of looking at Padme and Watto had to wake me up to his complaining about the older man trying to rip him off. And I'm sure Padme is crying her eyes out out there.
Then he told me (drum roll) "Clean the racks, then you can go home."
And that's where I am right now.