We partied long into the night - it was after all the Pirate Union's Christmas Ball AND Mumsy was
there -o* So the milchman had been there and gone again when Johnny and I finally went home and got to bed and slept
to late afternoon.
Johnny was actually still sleeping very soundly - and looking very cute as all babies do when slee
- yes, baby *o* I'll go on *O*
But I am an elderly hen and so my bladder told me I really had to get up so it could do
its business in the bathroom. I crept quietly out there, did what I was suppose to and then decided I was also a bit hungry
and went into our big kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat.
It was while I was enjoying my snack that ALL the neighborhood's dogs started barking furiously
and then all of a sudden got very quiet ...
Big Porthos who tried to play a bear in Finding Neverland but who is not at all brave disappeared
under the table whimpering and even Charlie - who normally thinks he's a doberman while actually being a King Charles' Spaniel
- looked uneasy with his tail between his legs.
Now I admit to being a VERY dumb bird!
Instead of 'listening' to the doggies I went outside to investigate ...
We have had some fox trouble - some smart young vixens who want to run off with my little sweet
rooster and I thought it was one of them who had come calling.
But halfway across the yard going for the stable to check on Gunpowder and Daredevil and our
other friends living out there I felt somebody grab my hair from behind and yank me up in the air.
Luckily our Loke is much stronger than one should think when looking at his thin frame because with
a mighty heave and some choise swearwords concerning FAT chickens in general and me particularly he managed to get
me inside Thor's flying chariot drawn by his goats Flora and Clara.
O.K. I'm a chicken - a yellow chicken who suffers from vertigo ... Am afraid of height. Or more
correctly as Johnny told me once - half teasing, half serious - "No, you're afraid of falling and landing - hard - on the
ground"
So I hang on for dear life as the flying chariot took to the air.
But just before closing my eyes in fright I saw Hyacinth - the little troll girl, who wanted to
trade her candy for Johnny at Halloween, remember? - and her little sister Clover stand looking on with big eyes at this rare
spectacle.
I started to call out for help. But what help could those two small girls give me?
I was not even sure Hyacinth would help - I am after all Johnny's girl? The enemy, so to cluck ...
And what help could they give me even if they would - Loke was too strong for me and I am a grown-up.
Technically, that
is *o*
So I shut up and shut my eyes and hoped Loke wouldn't try to fly loops or anything.
After what seemed to me to
be a very long time the chariot went down rather steeply with Loke swearing and cussing at the goats. He apparently wanted
them to fly closer to something just up ahead. "I can see the damn thing from here!" he roared.
Loke has never like to
walk much. Another thing he and I didn't agree on.
Almost before we were down on the earth Loke jumped out and ran up front
to argue more with the goats. I got slowly out and stood looking at the sunset across the almost flat rather plain plain.
The sun had already disappeared beneath the horizon but nature put on a spectacular spectacle with
different pink, brown, golden and blue colours. A thin strip of moon hang looking pretty to one side making the whole thing
picture perfect.
Loke and the goats were still at it behind me. Flora and Clara might have flowery names that makes you
think of demure Victorian ladies but they are anything but. If you want to survive as Thor's goats you can't be too delicate,
I guess -o*
I finally turned to see what it was the two lady goats did not want to get near and then agreed with them whole
heartedly. Stonehenge in all its glory stood up ahead. No falling or missing stones here. Everybody stood or lay on top of
things as the creator of the magnificent place had intended - but ...
But that also meant that we were not in present
day Britain. We are in fairy land where Stonehenge is a powerful magically spot as dangerous to mess with as a nuclear plant.
In short; if you don't know what you're doing stay out of it. Or rather you can certainly visit
but DO NOT try any magic unless you're quite sure what you're doing!
... I don't know if that is so short - but it's true
*o*
