The house had lain dormant for decades, perched there on Coogan's Bluff.
Nothing had disturbed its slumber since the burning time. Nothing but the
wind stirring the shutters where Miss Molly had carved her notches so
many years ago. Molly was a wild 'un and sure didn't fit this town's
notion of what a lady ought to be. She broke in that mean old horse
at 15 and me at 16 and I didn't see much difference in her technique.
No siree, she sure wern't no lady. "Do what ya' please," was her
motto and she applied it particularily to the married men in town.
One day after the Sunday service, the wives finally swapped notes and
decided they'd had enough of Miss Molly. After sleeping with the mayor
that afternoon, she carved her last notch in the shutter. That very night,
someone set fire to Molly's house and that was the end of her. Everyone
said she'd get burned one day for what she did, but I sure do miss her.
Those were the good old days, before the burning time.
Fred awoke to find himself in a beautiful paradise. Birds of paradise sang in the trees, exotic plants bloomed before him, natives loomed with spears and cooking pot in hand, the waves lapped upon the..........
"Hmph" thought Fred as he recapped what he just saw. Birds of paradise, beautiful flowers, angry natives, That's the odd one out...... AARRGGHH!!!!!!!!!" Fred ran like a scalded cat along the beach. It wasn't long before he was boiling quite happily in the pot.
Drums beat away in the background. Fred thought now would be a good opportunity to have a bath. "I say, old chap, have you got a bar of soap?" he said to a nearby native. The native wondered which language he was speaking. "UM" he replied. Fred repeated his sentence and was quickly made a god!!!!!!!!!!
He didn't answer. Instead he leaned under the hood of her pale blue roadster. Mary barely fought her urge to glance at his form as he leaned over. This simply wouldn't do! She had to get herself together before the hop! Wait a minute - Mary jumped as she heard the stranger's motorcycle take off down the highway. Oh well, it was probably better this way. Mary had to hurry if she was going to meet Sam at the hop. Dependable, predictable Sam.
Had I but known the ancient, dank history of Castle Windvere, I
would
never have entered gaping maw of its stained glass front doors.
The entry hall lead up some stone steps which I climbed,
listening to the wheezing of my breath, trying not to turn
and run away. Down another long hall I approached a pair of heavy oak doors.
Pulling on the ring, I realized my strength
was too feeble. One lone mouse crept along the damp wall and slipt
under the heavy door. I wondered how many more of his relatives were
wandering freely in this massive stone fortress.
I had inherited it from my uncle Percy. Oh, why had I felt sorry for the old geezer and sent him the only Christmas card he had received in twenty years! I swear I'll never try to do another nice thing for anyone ever again...
My heart races as I hear footsteps climbing the stone steps. Who...Where.. what..I become panicked and wonder which way would I should run. In one last attempt I pull the ring to the oak doors and I can't believe what I see.
Had I but known the ancient, dank history of Castle Windvere, I
would
never have entered gaping maw of its stained glass front doors.
But, Rhett said it didn't matter where we made our first home.
He took my hand
and helped me up the long, winding staircase.
"I think this is it." he said as we came to the master bedroom.
I nodded, and
walked in the door. I sat down on the bed, and leaned back.
There was someone else in the bed with me!
I couldn't believe it. I began to scream, but nothing escaped my lips. I hurriedly looked all around, but Rhett was nowhere to be found. In his place was a giant pink bunny with jaws of terror!