COOK – INN Musselburgh
operating in Edinburgh & East Lothian
19th May 2019. ‘Twin Troubles’ part 2.
Hi there, Food Fanciers! Last week we
had left Barney the big dog lost on a dark and misty hill; and our heroine
Daisy the cat was knocking on the door of a big oil lamp structure, seeking to
rescue her brother Archie.
Daisy jumped a good foot into the air as the door
creaked menacingly open. Coming down with back arched, and fur standing out all
over, she grimly stalked into the dark interior. Then she let out a yowl; a
hundred versions of herself stared out at her from every angle. The entrance
was a hall of mirrors! Backing out for a second she was glad she’d thought to
keep a foot in the doorway; the opening tried to slam shut as she retreated. Her
front paw protested at this rough treatment; but Daisy pushed back through.
Closing her eyes, she felt around for the nearest hard surfaces. Slowly she
found walls, cobwebs (a nasty shock) but at last another door. Bursting through
this one, she scrambled back just in time; there was no floor. In its place was
a huge fire pit! Clawing right into
the edge of the tiles, Daisy gained purchase and retreated backwards, cursing
her brother’s apparent lack of wisdom in coming here. Daisy stoically felt
around herself again with her paws, and found another door. ***
stumbled onwards, still aiming for ‘down the hill’ but unsure just where he
was. The air was getting chilled, and it smelt like snow was coming. Barney
knew this was not a good place to be stuck in a blizzard. Still, he hoped that
heading downwards would bring him out of the fog – maybe even near Alice’s
little, yellow-roofed cottage. He wondered how the big-hatted astronomer was
doing, now that he’d moved in. A blast of icy air made Barney look hastily for
cover. He bolted behind a nearby bush and dug himself in, whimpering as the
cold bit into his paws. ***
door brought Daisy out into a hallway. The previous few had not been pleasant
places to discover, and if she’d been in a foul mood before, the sturdy little
cat was in a worse one now. When she met the architect of this mad place, she was
going to have a few things to say to them. Suddenly, a plaintive ‘mew’ could be
heard coming from one of a series of doors leading off the hallway. It sounded
like Archie; but wait! As she sprang in the direction of the sound, another,
all-but-identical ‘mew’ was heard from a different door. Then a third; then a
fourth. The cries all got more desperate as they continued; Daisy froze, not
knowing what to do. Then she had an idea;
She called at one of the doors. The noise came again, sounding scared and in
pain. Daisy went to all of the doors in turn, until the last door yielded a
not you again”! Mewed thislastvoice in a fit of teenage resentment.
Crowing to herself in triumph, Daisy pawed open the door. Sure enough, there
was her brother, trapped on a ledge which seemed to be growing smaller and
smaller with every passing second. Underneath Archie were some very sharp
rocks, and he was trying to keep a hold of the diminishing ledge to avoid being
skewered by them. He looked up, all embarrassment and desperation.
herself again, Daisy backed up. Archie’s eyebrows went up in shock and panic as
he feared for a moment that his sister was abandoning him. Then Daisy ran in as
fast as she could go. Round the walls she flew, dislodging loose bricks
wherever her feet touched. She grabbed Archie by the scruff of the neck,
pulling him off what remained of the ledge and throwing him at the far wall.
Archie, left with no choice in the matter, extended his claws while yelling
‘Meeeaough’! He hit the wall hard and scaled down it, creating great gashes in
the plaster but reaching the doorway unharmed in a flurry of claws and teeth.
Daisy was right behind him, and sent him spinning into the hall on his butt as
she shot through the doorway. Picking himself up with what little dignity
remained, and licking his new bruises, he sent a disgruntled mew in her general
direction and thumped off down the hall in a sulk. Used to this, Daisy followed
behind, brushing dust off her front paws in a practical fashion.
eyes, a rainbow-hued apparition shimmered into view. It was a man in a tall
hat, with stars and moons all over his cloak. He was clapping his hands
merrily. “What a show”! He crowed, as if the cats had come deliberately
to entertain him. “You must tell me how you doubled yourself! What a
trick”. The man wandered in little circles with his hands behind his back,
was in no mood for chat, frowned impatiently at him. “What trick”?
She asked incredulously. She was busy wondering why he never strayed far from a
curtain on his right.
wizard-like man’s eyebrows shot up. “Why, being in two places at once, of
course”! He indicated first Daisy, and then her brother. Archie let out a
quick, quiet ‘Eureka’! He’d figured it out. This wizard had never before met
that her brother was more book-smart than she was, silently watched events play
out. At least Archie would feel a little less resentful if he had a chance to
show off. She concentrated on keeping an eye on the wizard, to ascertain his
Part 3 nextweek, folks! 33 families fed today. God bless – Janine, Duncan & Reiver the cat. x