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Chapter 21
Bubble and Squeak
TallyBen is not a morning person. And when it’s his turn to muster the crew he does it the only way he knows how. The grumpy way! With an extra helping of grump!
An extra helping of potatoes would be welcome according to SpudGunn’s dream! It’s a recurring theme. Sometimes with a bit of cabbage, or carrots, or even sprouts! Meat and potatoes would be nice. But potatoes seem to be the main feature.
Night after night. In SpudGunn’s dreams!
Sometimes it’s monotonous, occurring every few minutes in even one single dream. SpudGunn is not an imaginative fellow!
A flowered hat seems to be talking and walking by itself in MickeyWarr’s dream. Telling him to “take the trail marked on your father’s map” whatever that means. The ghostly body is not guiding the hat, but the wide, floppy hat is guiding the formless, shadowy body. Gradually and calmly, passing along a moonlit trail through the middle of a field of oats, towards some pine trees in the distant woods.
MickeyWarr isn’t fully participating in this dream, and nor is the body beneath the pale blue, straw hat. The hat is lightly peppered with occasional white daisies, alternating with little florets of mature oats, and it seems to be on the head of a long haired figure who’s wearing a long flowing, magnolia silk robe. The colours of the hat and its decorations are clear, though everything else remains indistinct in various shades of grey. Traces of moonlight create a ripple effect in the folds of the robe making it resemble the surface of a gently flowing stream with ever changing shadows.
The night sky acquires a trace of greyish blue, no longer black. The stars are still clear, though less illustrious now, and the hat bobs up and down, slowly and gracefully ambling along its peaceful, unhurried journey towards the woods.
No nearer the trees than when the adventure started, the mysterious figure turns to look back, but doesn’t turn enough
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