Deadfast: Shaggy Dogs & Buckets of Frogs, pt.1

As you may remember, we’d ended up having going on a relaxing cruise and I was worried something dramatic would happen.
Well… it didn’t.
It was a lovely cruise and we had a great time.
I guess the troubles really started when we got home…

“Walter!” Deadfast bellowed. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s the doorbell,” I yawned, unfurling myself from where I had dozed off on the sofa. “I expect we have a visitor.”
”Who?” Deadfast demanded, puffing out his chest. “Who is it, man?”
“Shall I go and open the door?”
“Will that solve this mystery?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Yes it will.”
”Then by all means, go ahead, dear boy!” Deadfast stretched, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his dressing gown undone and his nether regions swinging proud before him. “I need tea and this infernal racket is not helping me get any!”
I dragged myself to the door and opened it a crack.
I peered through and, to my befuddlement, saw a dog sitting on the doorstep.
“It’s a dog.”
”Walter!” Deadfast chastised. “That’s no way to talk about a lady!”
“No,” I sighed, leaning on the door. “There’s a dog on our doorstep.”
”Well,” Deadfast mumbled, his mouth full of stale Bourbon biscuit. “Let the hound in!”

I opened the door and the shaggy beast barrelled past.
“Are you ok?”
“I just need some air,” Deadfast said, gasping and falling to his knees. “Where’s the dog?”
“He ran off.”
”Right then,” Deadfast stood up, seemingly recovered from whatever was ailing him. “Pub?”
“It’s 9am!”
“Oh, right…” he paused for a moment. “And?”

To be continued…

The Cave of Dreams pt.2


“OOK!” screamed Kawanga.
The three little monkeys raced as fast as their hairy little monkey paws could carry them, into the thick jungle and up to the top of the nearest tree.
They didn’t stop until they got to the very top, and there was nothing above them but the sun and the sky.

Sarikin Bakka, way below on the jungle floor, yawned and closed his eyes.  Three little monkeys were nothing to him.
”Ook,” Nimbala said, crossing his arms.  “Ook ook.”
”Ook?” asked Samala, peering down to the jungle floor.
”Ook,” confirmed Kawanga, stretching and leaning back against the tree.

They stayed there for most of the afternoon, basking in the glorious sunshine and occasionally swatting at an errant fly or, more often than not, one another.


When they felt safe, they slowly made their way across the trees, being careful to make as little noise as possible in case the great tiger should hear them.
It didn’t take them long to become tired and, what with the sun going down, they thought that perhaps it was time for bed.

“Ook?” asked Samala, hoping one of this friends would tell him a story.

“Ook,” Kawanga said firmly, and Samala turned away.  He would get no story on this night.

“Ook,” said Nimbala quietly, as Kawanga himself turned away. “Ook.”

“Ook?” said Samala hopefully, one eye looking at Kawanga. “Ook?”

“OOK!” Kawanga yelled, not turning his head.  “Ook.”
It was time for bed, and the three little monkeys knew had become tired after their busy day.

The Hopeless Waterful, and the legendary Cave of Dreams, would have to wait until morning.

To be continued…


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The Cave of Dreams pt.1 (A Three Little Monkeys adventure)

One bright, sunny jungle day, three little monkeys were chatting away in a tree.
“Ook,” said the first, who was called Nimbala.
“Ook?” asked the second, who was called Kawanga.
“Ook!” the third, named Samala, said excitedly.

They excitedly jumped around, chasing one another, as they decided what to do about the scheme Kawanga had suggested.

“Ook ook?” Samala asked, pointing towards the Cave of Dreams.
The Cave of Dreams was situated on the far side of the jungle, past the tiger’s lair, and towards the Hopeless Waterfall.
“Ook?” Nimbala wondered, scratching his bottom. “Ook!”
“Ook.” Samala confirmed and, with a nod from Kawanga, they galloped off into the dense foliage.

An hour or two later (with several stops for banana eating and butterfly chasing) the three little monkeys cautiously approached the tiger’s lair.
The tiger, Sarikin Bakka, was sleeping outside his cave.
The sun was bright and causing patterns to dance through the leaves as the wind blew, making the ground seem as if it were moving.
The three little monkeys were nervous.

“Ack?” whispered Kawanga, trembling.
With all three monkeys agreed, they began to quietly crawl across the clearing and past the sleeping tiger.
They were almost past, and were preparing to charge off into the thick jungle once more, when Sarikin Bakka suddenly opened his eyes…

To be continued.

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Milk It -A story of unrequited love

“I love you.”
Three small and simple words that had never meant more to him than they did at this moment.

He looked into her eyes, pleading with everything he had within him, yet she simply stared at him.

“When we first met,” he said, struggling for the words.  “I didn’t know if I should talk to you.  You seemed so… unobtainable.”
She remained silent, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
“I’ve lost my friends over you,” he said softly, eyes glistening with tears.  “I’ve lost my family, my wife and the kids.  I’ve lost my job!”
Still, nothing.  She didn’t even look at him.

“Look at me!” He screamed, veins pushing against the skin at his neck and temple.  “Look at me!”
She stepped back then, two quick paces, fear and confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, falling to his knees on the ground.   “I’m sorry.”

He sat, cross legged, and wiped away his tears as she started to turn away.

“Please,” he begged, aching for her.  “Please look at me… I know this can work.”
She paused, looking at him sideways, lost in thought.
“What do I need to do?” he asked, slowly getting to his feet.  “We can run away, get out of here, head to my dad’s place down by the coast…”
Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she turned her head away.
“We can…” he paused, his mind swirling with possibilities.  “We will make this work.  I love you.”


“I know I do,” he continued.  “It’s an impossible thing, I know, and something people say to each other but I’m in love with you!  Every moment I spend without you twists the knot in my stomach.”
She turned her head away, her eyes raised to the sky.
“That’s how it is, is it?”  He said bitterly, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.  “I mean nothing to you?”
Bowing her head, she remained silent.
“I was just a meal ticket, wasn’t I?” he spat, angrily rolling his shoulders with tension.  “I meant nothing… what we had… what we did together… it meant nothing?”

She merely blinked at him.

“You know what,” he laughed.  “I’m too good for you.”
He turned his back on her and sighed.
“I guess… I guess this is goodbye?”

Again, nothing but silence, heavy with anticipation.

“Ok, ok,” he said, closing his eyes.  “I’m sorry I ever met you.”
The silence was overpowering.
“You’re such a cow…” he muttered as he walked away, closing the gate behind him.

“Moo,” she bellowed, turning away, looking for some fresh grass to eat.  “Moo!”

The End







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