March 16, 2018 | Posted in The Mermaid & The WolF Adventures
The red bells ring
At end of day
I could not make you go away
You chose to stay
The stob-goblin won’t stop singing, and it’s starting to make WooFZee’s head hurt. He paces back and forth around the cavern, trying to find some glimpse of light, or some way to create the light. It’s hard to focus on anything with that wretched voice echoing, repeating the same words over and over and over again.
These mining roads are dark inside
We told them not to come and hide
When the sun burnt the fields
These bells would ring and steal their seals
“Okay,” says WooFZee, the words chased down by a growl. “I get it! We need to get the sun on them. I’m trying to figure out how to do that!”
“Easy,” coos MeaZea, trying to help calm her companion. “We can do this, WooFZee. We don’t have much of a choice, after all. Let’s just try and see if there’s anything up in the ceiling we can dislodge.”
The red bells rings
Until the sunlight screams
And these mining roads
Are no longer dark inside
“I don’t think I can do anything with that rat talking!” WooFZee growls again, eyes snapping to stare at the stob-goblin in question.
MeaZea tugs at his ear. “You don’t have a choice. Besides, I’ve already found our out. Look!” She points at a place in the ceiling where a bit of sunlight is creeping through. “There’s the sun!”
“That’s not enough. It isn’t even pointing at the fungus!” Still, WooFZee moves over to the place where the sun creeps in through the stone ceiling. “We can’t use that for anything, MeaZea.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” MeaZea stretches up as high as she can. She grabs her katana, pointing the blade up at the ceiling. The tip of the katana stops just a few inches shy of the hole in the ceiling. “We just need to move something over here, so I can make the whole wider.”
“Hop off,” says WooFZee. He crouches low, so MeaZea can slip off his back. “I’ll be right back.” Then he pads over to a rather large boulder. “I think I can push this over there.”
The singing starts up again. WooFZee growls, slamming his shoulder against the boulder and pushing it towards the place where MeaZea is waiting. It’s hard, grueling work but the wolf is, eventually, able to get over to the place where the sun is drifting in.
“Alright,” announces MeaZea. “I think we’ve got this figured out now.”
Katelynn E Koontz – Author