the adventures of yeti - 27. the flower, the pig girl, the brave little lamb, and the highway.

by bofa xesjum

part twenty-seven of 27

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would you like to take a turn writing in the book, the witch asked cleo. that depends. on what? on whether you let me take shelter here, and maybe give mr something to eat. of course. with that, the witch handed the quill pen to cleo. what should i write? anything you like. and will everything i write come true? it depends on what you mean by true. that’s a good answer, cleo said. and how many pages do i have to write? oh, four or five will do. but, please, go on as long as you like… cleo began to write. once upon a time there was a little flower growing in the garden of an evil queen. a little pig girl was driving her pigs along the country road when she saw the flower. i wonder, the little pig girl thought, if anything will happen if i pick that flower? she looked up and down the road. there was no sign of the evil queen’s guards, who had a fearful reputation among the country folk. pick me, the flower said to the little pig girl, you will never get another chance. with one last look down the road, the pig girl reached for the flower… at this point, yeti lost track of cleo’s story. he stared into the fire. in the flames and the ashes he thought he saw another story. a story about a brave little lamb who became separated from his fellows in a ferocious snowstorm and found himself alone on the king’s highway, with the lights from the king’s castle shining in the distance through the snow… and that, cleo said, is how i ended up driving through the snowstorm with those four bums and ended up here, where i thank you very much, madam, for your hospitality, which is of no common kind. the countess nodded. you are very welcome. dr franklnstein cleared his throat. thank you, that was very edifying, he told cleo. and thank you , countess, for the excellent hot toddy and blueberry croissant. and, of course, thank you, dr edwardstein, for returning my wandering boy to me. dr franklinstein stood up. come, yeti, he said, it is time to go. * the rain had stopped falling, though sheets of water blew in the wind down the empty highway. the night sky was clear. dr franklinstein kept his foot on the speed pedal as his little car shot toward the lights of the city. what were you thinking, yeti? he asked. you know you can never escape me, or escape anything. yeti answered, all i wanted was to be free. the end