Post by sparkiee on Jun 8, 2024 20:22:10 GMT
Chronology : During the canon events of Seussical
Headcanons : Autistic!Gertrude
It had been two hours since Gertrude McFuzz had stood up for Horton in the middle of the Jungle of Nool, in front of everyone in the jungle. At least, she tried to stand up for him. Even though the Sour Kangaroo, the Bird Girls, the Wickershams, and all of the other animals had ridiculed poor Horton, it felt good to have someone that was on the same side as her.
If it wasn’t for that Sour Kangaroo, and her stupid kid, then everything would be normal. Gertrude would be back to living her dull life watching everyone else being successful, and Horton…well, he always had a huge heart and a warm smile. Horton probably would just continue on listening closely to that clover. Gertrude could have just kept on living her life as normal, a lonely bird in a tiny treehouse, but she took a step out of her little world that day. She had picked a side in this conflict. She knew that nothing could be the same anymore.
Because she was now in love with Horton.
At first she denied the feelings, because deep down, she convinced herself that it wasn’t feelings, it was just admiration. Right when she saw him bravely defend himself and the clover, she knew that there was something different about Horton. He was kinder than anyone she ever knew, and he cared for people, unlike the Sour Kangaroo, who has doomed her young child to follow the same spiteful path that the Sour Kangaroo started down long ago. Horton doesn’t brag about anything either, or consider himself above others, such as Mayzie always does. Mayzie had a huge ego and was lazy and selfish, far from the spectacular person that Horton was. Okay, maybe that description of Mayzie was a bit harsh, but that’s what she is in comparison to Horton the elephant. Horton was selfless and could make anyone smile.
That was what Gertrude was thinking before a peculiar talk show host popped up in her face, ready to interview her. Gertrude couldn’t end up organizing her thoughts in time, so she ended up spilling out some of her admiration for Horton while trying to make other people view him in the best light possible. Gertrude snapped back to reality when she saw Mayzie glaring at her with a huge smirk across her face. Mayzie always loved gossip, and news traveled insanely fast in the Jungle of Nool, so Gertrude knew that later everyone would hear about Gertrude gushing about Horton. She became so stressed by all the commotion that she realized that she was the one looking like a fool there, with her hands covering her ears. However, her eyes were focused on Horton. Watching Horton helped calm Gertrude down a bit, even though he was in distress, it only proved how real his powerful heart was.
Gertrude ended up jumping in to agree with Horton on impulse. She remembered that even though Horton was the sweetest person in the jungle, he never had many friends. Neither did Gertrude. She decided that she wanted to become his friend. No…not his friend. She wanted to be something more, but that would have to wait because Gertrude found herself walking towards Horton as the inhabitants of the jungle continued singing bitterly about Horton and the clover. As Horton turned to the jungle animals, Gertrude realized what she was doing. She was standing right beside Horton. She realized that now was her chance to become someone.
Oh, how her heart fluttered and how her stomach felt tangled up as Gertrude and Horton both sang together in unison. Even though they were quickly interrupted, that was the moment where Gertrude realized that she was no longer a insignificant bird in the background of the scene, but now she mattered to someone. Or, at least, she hoped that she had mattered to Horton. Only 3 hours ago, Gertrude wouldn't have cared about any of her actions, but now, every action she did seemed to reflect her feelings about Horton.
Now, Gertrude sat in a little chair up inside of her treehouse, a stack of papers on her table and quill in her hand. For the past hour and half, Gertrude had written out exactly 291 songs. She poured out all of her feelings that she couldn’t express anywhere else onto the pages, and she wasn’t stopping, she just kept writing, occasionally pausing and staring aimlessly at the ceiling for a moment before continuing.
She was writing love songs. Love songs for Horton.
Headcanons : Autistic!Gertrude
It had been two hours since Gertrude McFuzz had stood up for Horton in the middle of the Jungle of Nool, in front of everyone in the jungle. At least, she tried to stand up for him. Even though the Sour Kangaroo, the Bird Girls, the Wickershams, and all of the other animals had ridiculed poor Horton, it felt good to have someone that was on the same side as her.
If it wasn’t for that Sour Kangaroo, and her stupid kid, then everything would be normal. Gertrude would be back to living her dull life watching everyone else being successful, and Horton…well, he always had a huge heart and a warm smile. Horton probably would just continue on listening closely to that clover. Gertrude could have just kept on living her life as normal, a lonely bird in a tiny treehouse, but she took a step out of her little world that day. She had picked a side in this conflict. She knew that nothing could be the same anymore.
Because she was now in love with Horton.
At first she denied the feelings, because deep down, she convinced herself that it wasn’t feelings, it was just admiration. Right when she saw him bravely defend himself and the clover, she knew that there was something different about Horton. He was kinder than anyone she ever knew, and he cared for people, unlike the Sour Kangaroo, who has doomed her young child to follow the same spiteful path that the Sour Kangaroo started down long ago. Horton doesn’t brag about anything either, or consider himself above others, such as Mayzie always does. Mayzie had a huge ego and was lazy and selfish, far from the spectacular person that Horton was. Okay, maybe that description of Mayzie was a bit harsh, but that’s what she is in comparison to Horton the elephant. Horton was selfless and could make anyone smile.
That was what Gertrude was thinking before a peculiar talk show host popped up in her face, ready to interview her. Gertrude couldn’t end up organizing her thoughts in time, so she ended up spilling out some of her admiration for Horton while trying to make other people view him in the best light possible. Gertrude snapped back to reality when she saw Mayzie glaring at her with a huge smirk across her face. Mayzie always loved gossip, and news traveled insanely fast in the Jungle of Nool, so Gertrude knew that later everyone would hear about Gertrude gushing about Horton. She became so stressed by all the commotion that she realized that she was the one looking like a fool there, with her hands covering her ears. However, her eyes were focused on Horton. Watching Horton helped calm Gertrude down a bit, even though he was in distress, it only proved how real his powerful heart was.
Gertrude ended up jumping in to agree with Horton on impulse. She remembered that even though Horton was the sweetest person in the jungle, he never had many friends. Neither did Gertrude. She decided that she wanted to become his friend. No…not his friend. She wanted to be something more, but that would have to wait because Gertrude found herself walking towards Horton as the inhabitants of the jungle continued singing bitterly about Horton and the clover. As Horton turned to the jungle animals, Gertrude realized what she was doing. She was standing right beside Horton. She realized that now was her chance to become someone.
Oh, how her heart fluttered and how her stomach felt tangled up as Gertrude and Horton both sang together in unison. Even though they were quickly interrupted, that was the moment where Gertrude realized that she was no longer a insignificant bird in the background of the scene, but now she mattered to someone. Or, at least, she hoped that she had mattered to Horton. Only 3 hours ago, Gertrude wouldn't have cared about any of her actions, but now, every action she did seemed to reflect her feelings about Horton.
Now, Gertrude sat in a little chair up inside of her treehouse, a stack of papers on her table and quill in her hand. For the past hour and half, Gertrude had written out exactly 291 songs. She poured out all of her feelings that she couldn’t express anywhere else onto the pages, and she wasn’t stopping, she just kept writing, occasionally pausing and staring aimlessly at the ceiling for a moment before continuing.
She was writing love songs. Love songs for Horton.