Mud Day
001
Scrunching up her nose and pouting her lips made Tracy look almost normal, for a human.
“A little more basil, I think. Too much of an aftertaste of rosemary,” she stated. Unfortunately, nothing helped the old crone's smell, as Tilotes the cat rubbed his nose on the floor. Straight out of a dead man's toilet. The odour oozing from the cauldron in the middle of the old girls' small, dark, dank hut didn't help matters, either.
“Right, will do,” replied Shirley, taking a large bowl of herbs from the pantry and searching for a bunch or two of basil. Tilotes watched Daphne, his owner if he had to choose from them, sleeping in the corner, snoring away.
“Ooo, those look like a nice pair,” remarked Tracy.
“Long time since I've heard that one,” retorted Shirley, the bitch of the three.
They cackled as only they could. Woodpeckers paused in their work as Tilotes licked his fur. It needed licking, oh, how it needed!
“What about now?”
Tracy sipped the concoction once more, and her tongue hung from her mouth like an old worn out dog's.
“Oh, absolutely not. Scratch the basil. Try coriander.”
“Okay.” Shirley went back to the pantry. “But wouldn't coriander interfere with the…”
“Oh, ah!” Daphne suddenly jumped up and slithered around like a snake, but still able to sleep and snore.
“Eh? What?” Shirley turned around to find an even bigger problem than Daphne ’going into one’, and she jostled Tracy around to face the unexpected visitors.
They both immediately copied Daphne’s crazed antics and put on their roles as mad witches, which wasn’t so hard to do. Tilotes saw the massive dog pulling on its lead as the two men entered, and he scampered away into a corner. Frightened? No, of course not, merely a strategic retreat…and a chance to play with the mites living under the crapper.
How to Build a Castle in Seven Easy Steps Description:
In an ancient long-forgotten deranged land, obsessed with power, greed and mud, one boy alone stands up to the problems around him. His is a typical story of ‘boy meets girl, turns into soup, escapes, meets girl again, is kidnapped and becomes ‘the chosen one’, cannibalistic, vampirish, desire-driven crazed warriors, leads them into battle, loses the chance to bed hundreds of Amazonian women and finally wins the girl’. Come, accompany him on his fantastic, wonderful, superb journey. Or follow the cat.
