i dun't know much about the place i was born, can't say i remember it.
t'was under a large tree as i was told, they said i was no biger than a apple when momma brought me home to my brothers.
i love my brothers, larry, curly, roger, mo, stefan, michael, bobby, bob, dick, harry and me as the youngest, they useto kid that mom n dad would have more but can't think of any more names, it's a mirical how we all ended up with hair on our chest, pop thinks mom is incapeble of having a girl.
i know a girl, Lizzy.
Lizzy's grand!
and Lizzy's apple pie is grand!
pop says Lizzy's mom makes the best apple pie this side of the great hill, noone knows what she does to it to make it so good, black magic my mom saiz.
i still like Lizzy's pie better.
tom iz my advanturing buddy, he loves his great big sword, i can't even lift the damn thing but he swings it around like it came to this world attached to him, nearly took my head off once, we laugh about it now but i still get the hibady-gibys at the sight of my own blood.
pop sayz ill get me self killed runnin round the forrest with a toothpick, says i should be farming.
didn't bother him when that spider decided to move in with us, newer sow pop scared save then.
i still nick his faworite shovel from time to time just for laughs, chased me across the glade in the dead of the night wearing nothing but a angry face once, t'was funny watching him from the tree chasing a shadow.
pop sayz ill burn my eyes out if i dont quit staring at the fireplace.
you can actualy see the hair raise on his head every time i grab some flint, he sayz its unnatural how fire gets hotter when i'm around, black magic my mom saiz.
it get's me thinking from time to time but i don't consern myself with it much.
tom sayz it's cos i stink.
i don't stink.
much.
at least not as much as tom.
or mrs cludybottoms feet, now that's something that stinks.
pop sayz he'll bury me upside down in the turnip garden if i go snoopin around old fredrics house again, still cant figure out how he's awake every time i go there, probably doesen't sleep, black magic my mom saiz.
i know it's wrong to snoop around peoples houses but he's not a nice person.
sow him talking to the goblins just before they attacked our vilage, you don't talk to goblins, you split them open sayz tom, and he's right.
pop said i was loopy and needed to eat more varingo root for my sight.
it's funny how people tend to beleive everything old fredrics sayz.
nicked one of his scrools yesterday, can't figure out what it sayz on it, i recognize one symbol, its fire, don't know how i know that, i just do.
never thought about leaving until one day.
i was walking trough the forest and i saw jack the lumberjack squashed under a tree, he allways reminded me of me, was lazy as a wet dog at noon, that's probably why.
had a wife and 27 children, a great big axe hung above his fireplace, t'was his grandfathers grandfathers, he was a general in the battle of the hill.
founded this willage they say.
was wery proud of his axe, allways telling stories about his grandfathers grandfather and how he'll take it one day into advanture.
he never got around to it.
i don't want to be squashed by a tree.
i heard about these so called clerics, they can bring a man back to the land of the living once he's crossed over, dont'know how, black magic my mom saiz.
i know its not nice but i cut off his left pinkey finger, rapped it in frogger leafes, pop sayz they keep things fresh.
i know its a long shot but i'll try to give him his life back because he kind of brought meaning to mine.
i'll miss Lizzy and tom when i'm gone, and mom n pop, and larry, curly, roger, mo, stefan, michael, bobby, bob, dick and even harry, won't miss old fredrics, or rubbing mrs cludybottoms feet, tom sayz it did me good all that rubbin the time that spore monster puffed the gas in my face, sayz it was good practise, and he'z right didn't smell nearly as much as pop described.
tom sayz he'd go with me if he hazn't lost his foot, he sayz he doesen't miss in much but he's still afraid of cows.
gives him a good excuse to lay about doing nothing, like you need an excuse.
he woulden't go anyway, lost his advanturing spirit since he met clair.
she's the only person that can talk him into or out of something, can't figure out how she does that, black magic my mom saiz.
the farewelllparty was great, maygbe i drank a bit too msch grog, jusr a bit.
i can honestly sayz im scared, not az sgared as when fredrics chout me the first time, but mor scared than eating at aunt jillis, somthing like when i see tom vith a sword and a pitcher of stunnin juice.
hadn't seen that in a lond time.
thanfully.
i just figuret out how much i'll miss Lizzy when i go, its more than i expected, but i know she'l be thinking about me all the time.
she sayz she's happy for me but i know her to good to know when she's lying, and she knows me to good to know she coulden't talk me into staying.
as stuborn as valmirion roots pop sayz, and he means it, he never jokes with vegetables.
this is it, the first step to immoratality.
it's almost unnatural how the sunrise makes the hill look so vivid, almost alive, it's black magic my mom saiz.
Post je objavljen 06.06.2008. u 01:03 sati.