One night in winter comes, dark but for milky shine of fat moon. I am in look-hut, cold even but I am snuggle in guard-blanket stitched by Grandmother Zozeech in time she not blind. This night I listen for owls in forest, hoot-hoot. I hear no hoot even but is perfect night for hunt mouse or vole. All shoosh, no wind.
I am at end of night guard, soon to bed. I wait for Frydeg arrive, do his guard. Frydeg is good friend of me. Most friend. We two are borned together, same day, me first. We grow together, do boy things together. We are like brother to brother, even but I have family brother. Now we are of thirteen years, come to be men, good men we two will be, Kumblant and Frydeg.
I watch for him. Sudden from forest come crashing of bush and crunch of leaf under foots. I take torch, shine down. ‘Frydeg, where you been?’ I say.
Yet but what I see is Tostidteekayk run from forest. Is pig-man of village. He run to foot of look-hut, wave up to me.
‘Kumblant, bring torch. Come,’ he say.
‘No. I am night-guard. What you want?’
‘Pigs are dead. All dead.’
I am not believe. I am suspect a thing not right – Tostidteekayk come from forest, yet but pigs live in small field, not forest. ‘Why you in forest?’ I say.
‘I chase. I wake to noise of kill pigs, I run from bed. See wolf. I chase in forest.’
‘I see no wolf. I hear no kill.’ I move shine of torch bright into face of Tostidteekayk. He seem to be more – more big, more hair, more ears, more eyes, more teeth. I say, ‘What you want, Tostidteekayk?’
He no speak. I keep torch shine at him, he keep stand there, one minute, two minute, three minute. I not move my eyes from look at him. Four minute, five minute, then -
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNGG!
O no – my clock! I have set to midnight, for end my time of night guard. It make me fright. I jump, and torch jump. I put torch shine back on Tostidteekayk. He is gone.
Where he go? I shine, shine all over, I walk slow round look-hut, shine every place down below. No Tostidteekayk.
Also no Frydeg – is time for end my night guard, Frydeg not here do his. I shine torch to door of Frydeg’s hut – is open. I lean out of look-hut, try see in Frydeg’s hut, shine torch in open door – I hear noise inside. I see nothing, yet but I hear noise like scratch, scratch, scratch.
Is Tostidteekayk?
I am very afright. Frydeg, his family. I lean more from look-hut, move torch shine slow to look hard in open door – no, I not see. And not hear. Is quiet, no scratch, no noise, no nothing. I wait. I am not move, I am like dead boy, my breath is stopped, my heart is not beat.
When it come, I fall back on floor of look-hut, terrifright. It is noise of ROAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH. It is come from Frydeg’s hut.























chrisdevoss
/ May 19, 2012I word read. I word like. Would word read more. Different.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Chris,
He dropped this part off this morning when he came for his cuppa.
Love Dotty xxx
judithatwood
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
Poor Kumblant, poor Frydeg. Tostidteekayk sounds like a scary pig-man, as pig-men go. I hope Frydeg and his family are okay!
Love,
Judith
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Judith,
I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me.
Love Dotty xxx
judithatwood
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
I hope we all learn soon!
Love,
Judith
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Judith,
Me too!
Love Dotty xxx
judithatwood
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
When did Sister Agony get the eyes? I love them — they suit her!
Love,
Judith
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Judith,
She’s had them for a while now. Some people don’t like them, they think they’re creepy but I’m with you, they suit her.
Love Dotty xxx
thedeadguy666
/ May 19, 2012Hi Dotty,
Thanks for sharing more of Kumblant’s story with us. I know it is a completely innapropriate response to such a tragic tale, but for some reason reading it made me hungry.
-The Dead Guy
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dead Guy,
Now that IS a very strange reaction to a sad story. Very strange.
Go and have a nice Cumberland sausage sandwich or eight.
Love Dotty xxx
Dorothy
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
Had me glued to my seat once again. Terribly sad. Do we get to vote on an ending?
Love Dorothy
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dorothy,
No, it’s his own story, it’s still happening!
Love Dotty xxx
Madame Weebles
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
What a sad story! Poor Frydeg! I am scared for him! Also, is he any relation to another pygmy were-zombie named Boyldeg? I met him several years ago.
I hope Kumblant tells the next part of his story soon.
xoxo Mme Weebles
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Mme Weebles,
I’ll ask him if he’s related to Boyldeg when he calls in on Monday. Where did you meet him? I think he’ll be interested to know because from what I can gather he doesn’t have any family left living.
Love Dotty xxx
Madame Weebles
/ May 21, 2012It was several years ago–one of the Weebles met Boyldeg, but he was very vague as to the details of how he met him. Maybe they’re distant cousins or something.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear Mme Weebles,
I’ll mention it.
Love Dotty xxx
magicallymad
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
How write you this with smart?
Magic,
Love
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Magic,
I didn’t write it, Kumblant did.
Love Dotty xxx
Kathy V.
/ May 19, 2012I also am terrifright! When for more story? Eagerness!
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Kathy,
I’m not sure, he’ll be here on Monday so he might bring more with him.
Love Dotty xxx
Carr Party of Five
/ May 19, 2012Dear Dotty,
As I read your wonderful stories, I think of this song for some reason:
We are sitting at the bar. You are our Piano man♥♥♥
Love Lis
xoxox
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 19, 2012Dear Lisa,
Aaaww, thank you.
I don’t know the song, but I’ll have a look for the lyrics to see what it’s about (can’t hear it, sorry).
Love Dotty xxx
Carr Party of Five
/ May 19, 2012Piano Man by Elton John
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin
He says, “Son, can you play me a memory
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes.”
la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum
Chorus:
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us all feelin’ all right
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he’s quick with a joke and he’ll light up your smoke
But there’s some place that he’d rather be
He says, “Bill, I believe this is killing me.”
As his smile ran away from his face
“Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place”
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talkin’ with Davy, who’s still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinkin’ alone
Chorus
sing us a song you’re the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we’re all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright
It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see
To forget about their life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?”
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Chorus:
sing us a song you’re the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we’re all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright
♥♥♥
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 20, 2012Dear Lisa,
Thank you.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 20, 2012You should be writing novels. This is freekin awesome.
The names crack me up, but the story has real tension.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 20, 2012Dear pmao,
Thank you, he’ll be pleased.
Me, I couldn’t write a novel, I get muddled up with knowing what goes where and before I’ve managed to work it out I’m bored with it all. I’ve never got past chapter 3.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 20, 2012It is like having a bundles of strings, knotted at one end, then you have crack squirrels each take one string and run through the forest. You just have to find the end of each string, and tie a knot to get them all back together.No problem.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 20, 2012Dear pmao,
I think it’s me, I’ve no patience but I’d love to do it one day.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 20, 2012Let the crack squirrels free, Dotty, my love!
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
Crack squirrels might work. Hmmmm. You’ve got me thinking now.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012They do work… they work hard… and fast.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
I’ll see what they say.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012They talk fast too.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
I might not be able to keep up.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012They might not be able to keep up with you!
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
My claim to fame – I can talk faster than a herd of crack squirrels.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012Put it on your blog, and a t-shirt and coffee mug.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
Yes, it might make me rich.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012Hey, I get a 10% helper’s fee, right?
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
Yes, and credit for unleashing the crack squirrels.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012I didn’t invent them, I just warned people about them.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
You can still ahve the 10% – but remember, I’m shite at maths.
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012Not worse than me.
Dotty Headbanger
/ May 21, 2012Dear pmao,
Maybe, maybe not – but it’s weird, I’m completely shite at maths, but I have a knack for measuring by sight – the centre of the wall, if a shelf is straight, wallpapering etc etc – and that’s almost maths, isn’t it?
Love Dotty xxx
pouringmyartout
/ May 21, 2012Math sucks.