Twin Troubles Part One
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12th May 2019. Twin Troubles! Part 1.
It was another surprisingly warm Spring day. Marley, Misty and Morris lounged in the shade in the garden, while Barney the big dog played with the hose pipe with which Fred was attempting to water the garden. Every now and then a splash headed in the cats’ direction, and they would pelt backwards under the hedge until the danger passed. Eugene had formed a ‘landshare’ scheme with their new friend Alice in Narnia, and was away helping her dig out her raised beds so’s he could get a 50% share, in time, of the next-to-be-planted asparagus crop.
Daisy was walking round the neighbourhood wondering where her brother Archie had gotten to. Nobody had seen him for a day or two, and as a protective sister, Daisy was concerned. She wondered whom she might have to thump to get him back. Barney loped over to her, offering to help her look in some lesser-known places.
“I wonder”, said the big dog hopefully, “if he’s sneaked off to Narnia”?
Daisy knew that Barney mentioned that secret place all the time; mainly because he liked to go there and wanted companions for his adventures. But she had looked everywhere else. She sighed and accepted his help. Together, they waited until the humans had left the garden and they definitely weren’t watching. Then they sneaked out through the hole in the hedge, and they ran off to the home of Reiver, the tuna-eating hero of Narnia (see previous blogs).
The ‘hero’ in question was intently watching a mouse hole when they arrived. He called to them to bring him back some more tuna as they entered the soft fruit area which led to the phantom land. Pretty soon, after asking for news of Archie from the ever-helpful cello-playing vole (see previous blogs), they arrived at a strange-looking edifice on the top of a hill. This ‘building’ was nothing but a huge oil lamp; kind of a glassy green and indigo which seemed to change its colours when you walked around it and sought a different view. “This is the place the vole said the ‘strange cat’ entered” Daisy murmured apprehensively. She shivered as she noted the snow on the top of the hill, and also on the tip of the great lamp.
“Looks like a gravy boat to me”, Barney commented, oblivious. “It’s nearly dinner time, and I’m getting hungry”. Daisy rolled her eyes at his less-than-surprising revelation.
The two animals began to walk towards the structure, trying not to look directly at it because the colours seemed to ‘morph’ as they approached, and it made them dizzy. The air seemed to thicken, and a strange fear descended on them. Out of the corners of their eyes they would think they saw a shadow of movement; but when they turned around, there was never anything there to see. Barney whimpered quietly. Daisy set her jaw determinedly and stomped on, forcing him to either follow behind her, or to look like a big, chocolate-coloured wimp. The big dog was reviewing the wisdom of these ‘Narnia’ ventures earnestly to himself when, suddenly, he found himself alone on the hill. Daisy had disappeared!
Barney yelped in terror, a fair bit more afraid now that he was alone. He ran around the top of the hill, even right up to the big oil lamp – but not a hide nor a hair of his feline buddy did he spy. Even her smell seemed to be fading swiftly on the wind. He let out a howl of despair, and decided to go down and ask his new friend Alice for help. Barely noticing that a mist had sprung up, he headed vaguely downwards, the air darkening visibly. It took him upwards of half an hour to admit to himself that he was irretrievably lost.
Daisy, stomping on regardless of all else as she had done since birth to keep her brother from trouble, amused herself by complaining quietly about his knack of getting himself into things he couldn’t get out of. “This is another fine mess”, she murmured, remembering that she had heard the line from an old black & white comedy the humans had been watching on telly one day. ‘Laurel and Hardy’ she thought it had been called.
Daisy didn’t notice Barney’s absence until she had reached the door of the lamp-like structure. Not wishing to waste any more time, and furious that the huge, dark-coated ‘coward’ had ‘abandoned’ her, she knocked heartily on the door.
30 households were fed today by the ‘Cook-Inn’ team. Many thanks to our stalwart volunteers Rhoda, Clive, Feston, Stanley, Fred, Michelle, Elise – and of course, to my lovely husband Duncan, who is about to be 50 years old! Happy Birthday, my love; and much love also to our readers. Tune in next week to see what befalls our brave animals.
God bless, all.
Janine, Duncan and Reiver the hero of Narnia. xx