The Adventures of Zarutha

October 13, 2008

Zarutha and Frenchicus reached the base of Stuffed-With-Fluff Mountain within a day of leaving Fuzzy Wuzzy Forest, and were now gazing up at the tedious climb awaiting them.  Zarutha, who had been trained in the art of rock climbing before she had been inducted as queen, began the climb first. 

Together, she and Frenchicus kept a steady pace and climbed far within the hour.  But the mountain was higher than any other in Zarutha's land, and they had to rest.  When they came to a ledge covered with fluff about half-way up the mountain, they decided to sit down for a brief lunch.  

The fluff covering the ledge was soft and cushy, and the tired travelers soon settled in for a nap.

They awoke five minutes later, when the fluff beneath them began to shift and rumble.  Fearing an avalanche, Frenchicus jumped to her feet, only to be knocked back to the now-hard ground as the piece of fluff beneath her grew legs and stood up.  In fact, every bit of fluff was now on its feet, forming what, from a distance, resembled a cloud.  But up close...

October 23, 2008

"YOU'RE A SHEEP!" cried Zarutha to the nearest moving ball of fluff.  Frenchicus' eyes widened.  The sheep Zarutha had yelled at looked up and said, "Well, of course, stupid. What else would I be?" 

A moment passed.  But the silence didn't last long.  In unison, Zarutha yelled, "YOU'RE A TALKING SHEEP!" while Frenchicus screamed at the top of her lungs and ran around in circles.  After that brief moment of insanity and disbelief, the sheep rolled its eyes, silenced the duo of queens, and spoke.

November 17, 2008

The flock of talking sheep huddled together as their leader spoke.  Zarutha realized with a gasp that what she had mistaken for black sheep fur was actually top hats and beards.  The sheep, it appeared, were not only talking, but Amish, too!

The lead sheep bleated out a few more old words.  "My race is called the Mameeps, and we live here peacefully.  That is, until we received a visit from the saint in the sky, who told us of some evil plans a dictator farther west has for this area of the mountain.  Tell me, are you the one called Frenchicus?"

Zarutha shook her head and pointed at her traveling companion, who was still running in circles, this time just for fun, not out of terror.  The Amish sheep, annoyed by Frenchicus' behavior, bowed their heads and, one by one, each rammed into the Ruler of Breakfasta, until the running in circles had stopped and all that was left of Toryiloo's energy was utter dizziness.  

"What," Zarutha asked, "has Frenchicus done?" 

November 18, 2008

Frenchicus sat on the ground in a daze while the Amish sheep explained his predicament.  

"The flying saint told us," he said, "of Frenchicus' evil plans.  She is plotting to build her own personal day-spa at this very spot, crushing our homes.  She is also..." Here the lead sheep paused to blink back tears.  "She is also... REFUSING TO OFFER US ROOM AND BOARD!"  The sheep let loose a sob so terrible, it literally blew Zarutha to the ground.  There she sat in bewilderment next to Frenchicus, pondering what the sheep had said.  It just didn't sound like something Frenchicus would do, forcing innocent creatures out of their homes simply for the luxury of a mani-pedi.  In fact, it sounded more like... 

"Who was the saint in the sky?"

The Amish Mameep briefly halted his increasingly loud sobbing.  A flash of recognition crossed his eyes as he breathed, "Kashira."

              TO BE CONTINUED...

Hey readers! Thanks for your patience with me in getting this posted.

-Ashley

P.S. Sorry for any bad formatting. Not so good at that...