December 2nd, 2009
“So anyway, Oi reckon Oi’ve searched everywhere an’ every-place by now and so me hopes of findin’ me kid are dashed. DASHED! So Oi came here, to the last speck of civiloisation on the globe, oither to foind me boy, or to rest me feet fer good.”
“Right! Then if you’ll follow me,” say Mr O’Brien, “I’ll take you to the guests’ quarters – but you’ll have to gain entry first!” Woo he’s off! Salteye having trouble keeping up with him as he run through corridors to some bedrume doors. “It’s a minute and a half game, if you can’t unpack your belongings in that time then it’s an automatic lock-in I’m afraid, all right and you time starts… now!”
Bewildered Salteye pirate has been bustled into his rume, which is rume number TWO! And just before Mr O’Brien closed the dore I managed to get this out of it – a chocolate!
Chocolate is in the shape of a harmonica for doing bluse with. I am going to do a bluse on it here we go
a-bluseadee-bluse
woke up this morning
a blusadee bluse
can’t really remember what I did
ablusadee bluse
but then I ended up at shop grotto
ablusadee bluse
and that was nice
ablusadeebluse
bloke came along and said he’d take me
abluseeblusebluse
to the long forgotten past
ablusadeebluse
and so yeah now here i am and it’s good and it’s nice and I like it here!
ba ba ba ba ba
LOOOVELY TIIIME, I’m having a nice time in the xmas laaaaand
nah, it doesn’t really work happy, so someone can eat that now, i’m sick of that. Oe, and look who’s coming in all waving his arms about, it’s Dooley! And behind him is the Head!
That elf is called Dooley, he’s one of Snatter’s friends, and he’s good at: Astronomy and Fusspottery.
(hehe i mean he helps and keeps his things tidy, i don’t mean he makes spinny pots on a spinny but he’s really finicky about it, hhe.)
And that big head behind him is the Head of Elf School, and it is the head of the actor Richard Burton. I wonder what they want? Dooley looks a bit bothered. Richard Burton looks about normal but he’s rarely phased.
“I think we need to keep an eye on the weather,” Dooley say. “Something’s going on and it’s strange and interesting! Interesting and strange!”
“What happened, you’ve come over all of a flitter, old thing,” say Mr O’Brien.
“Well, I was looking through my telescope you see,” Dooley say, but he is taking a while and so Mr Burton’s head buts in.
hehe. head buts.
“A few moments ago, a huge mass of luminous snow erupted from the sky and sped towards Earth,” he say in his loudy voice. “Across miles of void, delicately hurtling toward us, came the first of the snowflakes that are to bring so much coldiness to Earth. As I watched, there was another flake of snow: it was another snowflake, starting on its way.”
“You mean it’s snowing?” say Mr O’Brien.
“Yes but,” say Dooley, “it’s really snowing, there’s a big amount of snow coming down.”
“And that’s how it was for the next ten minutes,” Burton say. “The snow spurting out from the sky. Bright white, drawing a chilly frost behind it. A beautiful, but somehow… disturbing sight.”
Richard Burton likes to make things sound dramatic.
“Dooley, the astronomer, assured me we are in no danger,” Burton say, satisfied. “He was convinced there could be no scary snow in that dense, forbidding flurry.”
“Well, er, no,” say Dooley, “but still, it represents an unusual weather pattern, is what I’m saying. We ought to keep an eye on things for the next few days and just see what develops. We might have a storm on our hands.”
“Oh dear, better avoid that then,” say Mr O’Brien, and everybody just GOES.