February 21, 2011

BEFUDDLED

Norgal was so angry that steam was coming from his ears and nose, blinding him. He finally realized he still held his beloved reed pen and he was about to throw it across the room. What a catastrophe that would be. He laid the pen gently down on the hand carved desk and leaned back in his chair. Something had to be done and he needed help, someone with a cool head but very deliberate and forceful. Visy was out he was too cheesy and small. Caush was just to willing to get into a fight but would probably win. His new acquaintance, Cezee, was extremely dangerous, rather sleek looking but probably couldn’t be trusted. It would have to be Ole Carl! And something had to be done about the little piece of tail grabber.

“Visy“. He yelled at the top of his roar and pounded the hand carved desk with his fist “where are you, you little cheeseolic. You’ve got to find Ole Carl…..NOW.” He dropped his head onto the hand carved desk exhausted. He lay there for a few minutes until he started to feel better and a slight noise from little feet caused him to look up.

“Hi ya, boss. You don’t look to good. Ya been dealing with that old snark. What’s her name – ah ya, Weezel, Sneeze or something like that.” Visy made is way up the top of the hand carved desk and sat right down on the reed pen. A piece of cheese was stuck behind Visy’s left ear and he reached up and nibbled at it. “Hey, by the way, heard that fat old Mira is gunning for your job. Heard she had a rally yesterday, invited all her relatives plus a few more, must have been quite a noisy session with all them talking at once. Oh ya, ran across old what’s her name, ah ya, Cezee, heading home and you can’t guess what fell out of the air, ya got it, a little bell. Straight from heaven!!”. Visy stood up, moved off the reed pen, and scratched his rear end. “Am going to attach that little bell to her tail.”

“Oh ya, what you want with Ole Carl? Last I seen of him he was walking across the meadow, hum, it was the same meadow that Cezee was going around when heading home. She’s kinda scary.”

Norgal had left his mouth open from the beginning of Visy’s oration. “Find Ole Carl, you little cheesy muncher.” He yelled at the top of his angry howl. “And NOW!”

Visy took another bite of cheese, shrugged, and moved off to find Ole Carl.

Norgal heard him as he left. “Don’t know why you’re yelling. Ole Carl can probably hear ya.”