Friday, October 30, 2009
The Rest of the Journey Starts with the First Step
The sun itself was barely waking from its slumber when Gretta suddenly opened her eyes, not by the rude awakening of Mozes's old time piece, but by a sudden pain on her spine...
"Oh, sorry there old thing", chirped Tea Rat, as he looked up at the spikey bundle of confusion and plucked out one of her quills. "What are you supposed to be, Tea? You are puttin' a hurt on my vision" squinted Gretta.
"I GOT IT! Your quills are close in quality to that of my plume that I left behind at Clair de Lune on my writing table. The berries off the bush on the other side of this large rock will bleed out the perfect ink. I am going to write in one of the empty books that has appeared before us."
"Are you sure about this Tea? Shouldn't we talk to Mozes and Rattus about this first? Maybe these are some sort of sacred tomes that we shouldn't be messin'with..."
The Tea Rat tugged on his vest that was about 2 sizes too small; he never divulged from where this little ensemble came, but all the same, he liked how he felt, even though it made bending over a little difficult. "AU BOULOT I must go!" and off he went to write about the adventures in Nowhere.