The Misadventures of Saffy, Never was there such a tale of misfortune. |
The Misadventures of Saffy, Never was there such a tale of misfortune. |
Nov 21 2008, 08:15 PM
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Goodnight Group: Ranch Hand Joined: 27-March 08 |
Saffy stopped running, and sat down on a treetrunk, exhausted. Panting for breath, he looked back along the path, but it was empty. He seemed to have given her the slip. If he hadn't, he was done for. He just couldn't run anymore.
After a minute, he got up, dusted himself off, and set off. Safe, he thought. But I must say, what a close escape. If that woman had caught me, I'd hav- He stopped, not believing his eyes. His jaw dropped. It was simply too impossible, but there they were. Three tiny little men, in little green Christmas elf costumes, with matching bobble hats. And green hair. They were playing with a toy train at the foot of a tree. One of them was eating on a tomato. They appeared not to have noticed him. Saffy stared, dumbstruck. It was beyond him why he could see these little men. He racked his memory, but he couldn't remember taking any non-prescription medication in the last 24 hours. Neither had there been anything to drink recently but cold spring water (more's the pity, thought his subconscious grimly). But there they were, against all probability and rational thought or logic. And they appeared to be sparkling. One of the little men looked up, smiling. "Hullo!" he said. "Would you like a tomato, budum?" Saffy tried to speak, but his tongue seemed to be tangled in a knot. "Don't be shy," said one of the others. His voice was strangely high-pitched. "Celia gave us a dozen for helping with the harvest, budum." The first speaker was staring at him curiously. "Hey, you're not from around here. Maybe... I got it! You must be from Mineral Town, down that way!" Finally, he managed to say something. All that came out was "Urg", but it was a start. "Come on," said the one holding the train. "We'll take you back to the Treehouse. It's not often we meet new people." The little man took Saffy's hand, and they started off down the path, Saffy too stunned to do anything else. "W-what are you?" he managed. The little man turned round, smiling. "We're the Harvest Sprites, silly! What did you think we were?" he said, laughing. "Hallucinations," answered Saffy with certainity. "That's all you could be. Hallucinations brought on by that crazy farmer woman chasing me round." The sprites all chuckled. "I heard that Vesta had found a man wandering round her farm." Saffy just nodded, and kept on following the leading sprite. "My name's Vail," said the sprite, "and these are Fraw and Matthew." "My name's Matt, too," said Saffy, in a kind of dazed confusion. Just who the heck were these little people? Was this some kind of trick? It had to be. Either that, or the previous events in this crazy valley had messed up his thoughts. Following the laughing sprites, Saffy continued down the path. Little could he foretell about the terrible events about to unfold. * * * Feedback & ideas now please~ |
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Apr 24 2009, 03:28 PM
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Goodnight Group: Ranch Hand Joined: 27-March 08 |
Saffy trudged down the path. The euphoria of the coloured grasses was beginning to wear off, and it was beginning to rain. A wind whipped up, blowing his jacket behind him. The rain lashed against him, and he went off the path to seek shelter in the woods.
Sinking down underneath the relative cover of a large oak tree, Saffy closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep to the song of the coming storm. He opened his eyes, and realised at once that he was home, except only better: his roommates had actually gone to the bother of tidying their shared residence, and a delicious Italian style meal was laid on the table. He sat down and began to tuck in with a passion. There was the most excellent minestrone soup for starters, with the croutons just how he liked them. After finishing the soup, he went on to the sundried vegetable lasagne, unbelievably at eating temperature for once. There was tiramisu for dessert, and the whole dinner was rounded off by the most superb red wine, with hints of strawberries and blackcurrant. He sat back in his chair with a sigh, and closed his eyes, idly wondering what the special occasion was. Perhaps his homecoming was being celebrated, and this was a party planned in his honor. Where are the others? he thought. And why is my face so wet? And then he opened his eyes, and realised that he was still under the tree. He was rather soaked; the storm had only gotten worse, and the tree hadn't turned out to be such a good shelter after all. He got up, wincing at the pain in his back, and set off again, in search of somewhere to stay before he froze to death. |
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