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The Veldt, Ray Bradbury
The Veldt, Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury
“George, I wish you’d look at the somewhere and the nursery light flicked
nursery.” on when they came within ten feet of it.
Similarly, behind them, in the
“What’s wrong with it?”
halls, lights went on and off as they left
“I don’t know.” them behind, with a soft
“I just want you to look at it, is all, or “Well,” said George Hadley.
“What would a psychologist want with across by forty feet long and thirty feet
“Let’s get out of this sun,” he said. “Are you sure?” His wife sounded
“This is a little too real. But I peculiarly tense.
don’t see anything wrong.”
“No, it’s a little late to be sure,” be
“Wait a moment, you’ll see,” said his said, amused. “Nothing over
wife. there I can see but cleaned bone, and the
vultures dropping for what’s
Now the hidden odorophonics were
left.”
beginning to blow a wind of odor at
the two people in the middle of the baked “Did you bear that scream?” she
veldtland. The hot straw smell of asked.
lion grass, the cool green smell of the
‘No.”
hidden water hole, the great rusty
smell of animals, the smell of dust like a “About a minute ago?”
The lions stood looking at George and “You’ve got to tell Wendy and Peter
Lydia bolted and ran. Instinctively, “And lock the nursery for a few days
George sprang after her. Outside, until I get my nerves settled.”
in the hall, with the door slammed he
“You know how difficult Peter is about
was laughing and she was crying, and
that. When I punished him a
they both stood appalled at the other’s
month ago by locking the nursery for
reaction.
even a few hours – the tantrum be
“George!” threw! And Wendy too. They live for the
walls, that’s all they are. Oh, they huge door. “You’ve been working
look real, I must admit – Africa in your too hard. You need a rest.”
“I don’t know – I don’t know,” she “You look as if you didn’t know what
said, blowing her nose, sitting down to do with yourself in this house,
in a chair that immediately began to rock either. You smoke a little more every
and comfort her. “Maybe I don’t morning and drink a little more every
have enough to do. Maybe I have time to afternoon and need a little more sedative
think too much. Why don’t we shut every night. You’re beginning to
the whole house off for a few days and feel unnecessary too.”
take a vacation?”
“Am I?” He paused and tried to feel
“You mean you want to fry my eggs into himself to see what was really
for me?” there.
this house, so we wouldn’t have to At dinner they ate alone, for Wendy
do anything?” and Peter were at a special plastic
“That’s just it. I feel like I don’t belong carnival across town and bad televised
compete with an African veldt? Can I give bemused, sat watching the dining-room
a table
bath and scrub the children as efficiently produce warm dishes of food from its
bath can? I cannot. And it isn’t just me. “We forgot the ketchup,” he said.
It’s you. You’ve been awfully
“Sorry,” said a small voice within the
nervous lately.”
table, and ketchup appeared.
“I suppose I have been smoking too
much.”
As for the nursery, thought George He didn’t answer Lydia. Preoccupied,
Hadley, it won’t hurt for the be let the lights glow softly on
children to be locked out of it awhile. Too ahead of him, extinguish behind him as
much of anything isn’t good for he padded to the nursery door. He
anyone. And it was clearly indicated that listened against it. Far away, a lion
the children had been spending a roared.
little too much time on Africa. That sun.
He unlocked the door and opened it.
He could feel it on his neck,
Just before he stepped inside, he
still, like a hot paw. And the lions. And
heard a faraway scream. And then
the smell of blood. Remarkable how
another roar from the lions, which
the nursery caught the telepathic
subsided
emanations of the children’s minds and
quickly.
created life to fill their every desire. The
children thought lions, and He stepped into Africa. How many
there were lions. The children thought times in the last year had he opened
zebras, and there were zebras. Sun – this door and found Wonderland, Alice,
sun. Giraffes – giraffes. Death and death. the Mock Turtle, or Aladdin and his
Magical Lamp, or Jack Pumpkinhead of
That last. He chewed tastelessly on
Oz, or Dr. Doolittle, or the cow
the meat that the table bad cut for
jumping over a very real-appearing
him. Death thoughts. They were awfully
moon-all the delightful contraptions of a
young, Wendy and Peter, for death
make-believe world. How often had he
thoughts. Or, no, you were never too
seen Pegasus flying in the sky ceiling,
young, really. Long before you knew
or seen fountains of red fireworks, or
what death was you were wishing it on
heard angel voices singing. But now,
someone else. When you were two years
is yellow hot Africa, this bake oven with
old you were shooting people with cap
murder in the heat. Perhaps Lydia
pistols.
was right. Perhaps they needed a little
But this – the long, hot African veldt- vacation from the fantasy which was
the awful death in the jaws of a growing a bit too real for ten-year-old
lion. And repeated again and again. children. It was all right to
exercise one’s mind with gymnastic
“Where are you going?”
fantasies, but when the lively child mind
settled on one pattern… ? It seemed that,
at a distance, for the past “Or what?”
month, he had heard lions roaring, and
“Or it can’t respond,” said Lydia,
smelled their strong odor seeping as
“because the children have thought
far away as his study door. But, being
about Africa and lions and killing so
busy, he had paid it no attention.
many days that the room’s in a rut.”
George Hadley stood on the African
“Could be.”
grassland alone. The lions looked up
from their feeding, watching him. The “Or Peter’s set it to remain that way.”
“Go away,” he said to the lions. “He’s a wise one for ten. That I.Q. of
his -“
They did not go.
“Nevertheless -“
He knew the principle of the room
exactly. You sent out your thoughts. “Hello, Mom. Hello, Dad.”
“Come on, room! I demand Aladin!” he of ozone on their jumpers from their trip
Nothing happened. The lions “You’re just in time for supper,” said
“Run see and come tell.” beautiful that it brought tears to your
eyes.
She obeyed
George Hadley looked in at the
“Wendy, come back here!” said George
changed scene. “Go to bed,” he said to
Hadley, but she was gone. The
the children.
house lights followed her like a flock of
fireflies. Too late, he realized They opened their mouths.
he had forgotten to lock the nursery door “You heard me,” he said.
after his last inspection.
They went off to the air closet, where
“Wendy’ll look and come tell us,” said a wind sucked them like brown
Peter. leaves up the flue to their slumber
rooms.
George Hadley walked through the sorry we bought that room for the
singing glade and picked up something children. If children are neurotic at all,
that lay in the comer near where the a room like that -“
lions had been. He walked slowly back
“It’s supposed to help them work off
to his wife.
their neuroses in a healthful
“What is that?” she asked. way.”
“How did your wallet get there?” tomorrow morning to have a look
at Africa.”
“I don’t know anything,” he said,
“except that I’m beginning to be
“But it’s not Africa now, it’s Green “That all depends.”
Mansions country and Rima.”
“On what?” snapped Peter.
“I have a feeling it’ll be Africa again
“On you and your sister. If you
before then.”
intersperse this Africa with a little
A moment later they heard the variety – oh, Sweden perhaps, or
screams. Denmark or China -“
And although their beds tried very “That sounds dreadful! Would I have
bard, the two adults couldn’t be to tie my own shoes instead of
rocked to sleep for another hour. A smell letting the shoe tier do it? And brush my
of cats was in the night air. own teeth and comb my hair and
give myself a bath?”
“Father?” said Peter.
“It would be fun for a change, don’t
“Yes.”
you think?”
Peter looked at his shoes. He never
“No, it would be horrid. I didn’t like it
looked at his father any more, nor
when you took out the picture
at his mother. “You aren’t going to lock
painter last month.”
up the nursery for good, are you?”
“That’s because I wanted you to learn because they feel persecuted by
to paint all by yourself, son.” parents constantly, but, oh, really
nothing.”
“I don’t want to do anything but look
and listen and smell; what else They walked down the ball. “I locked
is there to do?” the nursery up,” explained the
father, “and the children broke back into
“All right, go play in Africa.”
it during the night. I let them
“Will you shut off the house sometime stay so they could form the patterns for
soon?” you to see.”
whole damn room torn down and your Santa Claus now they have a
children brought to me every day during Scrooge. Children prefer Santas. You’ve
the next year for treatment.” let this room and this house replace
you and your wife in your children’s
“Is it that bad?”
affections. This room is their mother
“I’m afraid so. One of the original uses and father, far more important in their
of these nurseries was so that lives than their real parents. And
we could study the patterns left on the now you come along and want to shut it
walls by the child’s mind, study at off. No wonder there’s hatred here.
our leisure, and help the child. In this You can feel it coming out of the sky.
case, however, the room has become Feel that sun. George, you’ll have to
a channel toward-destructive thoughts, change your life. Like too many others,
instead of a release away from them.” you’ve built it around creature
comforts. Why, you’d starve tomorrow if
“Didn’t you sense this before?”
something went wrong in your
“I sensed only that you bad spoiled kitchen. You wouldn’t know bow to tap
your children more than most. And an egg. Nevertheless, turn everything
off. Start new. It’ll take time. But we’ll
make good children out of bad in “Nothing ever likes to die – even a
a year, wait and see.” room.”
“But won’t the shock be too much for “I wonder if it hates me for wanting to
the children, shutting the room up switch it off?”
abruptly, for good?”
“Paranoia is thick around here today,”
“I don’t want them going any deeper said David McClean. “You can
into this, that’s all.” follow it like a spoor. Hello.” He bent and
picked up a bloody scarf. “This
The lions were finished with their red
yours?”
feast.
“No.” George Hadley’s face was rigid.
The lions were standing on the edge of
“It belongs to Lydia.”
the clearing watching the two
men. They went to the fuse box together
and threw the switch that killed the
“Now I’m feeling persecuted,” said
nursery.
McClean. “Let’s get out of here. I
never have cared for these damned The two children were in hysterics.
rooms. Make me nervous.” They screamed and pranced and threw
things. They yelled and sobbed and
“The lions look real, don’t they?” said
swore and jumped at the furniture.
George Hadley. I don’t suppose
there’s any way -“ “You can’t do that to the nursery, you
can’t!”
“What?”
“Now, children.”
“- that they could become real?”
The children flung themselves onto a
“Not that I know.”
couch, weeping.
“Some flaw in the machinery, a
“George,” said Lydia Hadley, “turn on
tampering or something?”
the nursery, just for a few
“No.” moments. You can’t be so abrupt.”
stoves, the heaters, the shoe shiners, the up. One minute, mind you,
and swabbers and massagers, and every “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” sang the
other machine be could put his hand children, smiling with wet faces.
to.
“And then we’re going on a vacation.
The house was full of dead bodies, it David McClean is coming back in
seemed. It felt like a mechanical half an hour to help us move out and get
cemetery. So silent. None of the to the airport. I’m going to dress.
humming hidden energy of machines You turn the nursery on for a minute,
waiting Lydia, just a minute, mind you.”
to function at the tap of a button.
And the three of them went babbling
“Don’t let them do it!” wailed Peter at off while he let himself be
the ceiling, as if he was vacuumed upstairs through the air flue
talking to the house, the nursery. “Don’t and set about dressing himself. A
let Father kill everything.” He minute later Lydia appeared.
turned to his father. “Oh, I hate you!”
“I’ll be glad when we get away,” she
“Insults won’t get you anywhere.” sighed.
“I wish you were dead!” “Did you leave them in the nursery?”
“We were, for a long while. Now we’re “I wanted to dress too. Oh, that horrid
going to really start living. Africa. What can they see in
it?”
“Well, in five minutes we’ll be on our “Don’t let them switch off the nursery
way to Iowa. Lord, how did we and the house,” he was saying.
ever get in this house? What prompted
Mr. and Mrs. George Hadley beat at
us to buy a nightmare?”
the door. “Now, don’t be ridiculous,
“Pride, money, foolishness.” children. It’s time to go. Mr. McClean’ll
be here in a minute and…”
“I think we’d better get downstairs
before those kids get engrossed And then they heard the sounds.
with those damned beasts again.”
The lions on three sides of them, in
Just then they heard the children the yellow veldt grass, padding
calling, “Daddy, Mommy, come quick – through the dry straw, rumbling and
quick!” roaring in their throats.
George Hadley and his wife whirled “Well, here I am,” said David McClean
and ran back to the door. in the nursery doorway, “Oh,
hello.” He stared at the two children
“Open the door!” cried George Hadley,
seated in the center of the open glade
trying the knob. “Why, they’ve
eating a little picnic lunch. Beyond them
locked it from the outside! Peter!” He
was the water hole and the yellow
beat at the door. “Open up!”
veldtland; above was the hot sun. He
He heard Peter’s voice outside, began to perspire. “Where are your
against the door. father and mother?”
The children looked up and smiled.
“Oh, they’ll be here directly.”