Chapter 7

"Oh well just as well so she does not know either"
The two old men turned and looked at him "what do you mean?" they asked in unison
"well ehm nothing really ehm", bugger thought Jeremy he turned to look at the squirrel, he had though that they had noticed, no squirrel sits on a tree looking intently at humans 
"talk now" he old men said
"ehm" Jeremy looked left and right what was he supposed to do now? "ehm the squirrel over there had been listening"
"oh god your are short of a stone in your stone circle mate" Oldfried said 
"wait" Oktar looked at the squirrel "I think ... I think the kid may be right" God it heart to say that but Jeremy has spotted it, he moved toward the squirrel looking deep into the dark eyes, the squirrel shivered his pupil became a shade lighter and it jumped to higher branches as any good squirrel should do. But he had seen her dark eyes in the squirrel, he should have known she had always been good at borrowing, ram her mind into the creatures of the forest sot that they would become her ears and eyes...
Oldfried shutter the moment, 
"lets go" he shifted his scythe form one shoulder to the other. 

They were walking up river, Jeremy thought that that if those two were any good they could have magicked all of them on the other side, "long to go??" 
"shut up"
"all right,... I am just asking because it is going to rain"
"there is not a cloud in the sky"
"it always rain when I am out for a walk ..." true to his word they all heard the rumble of thunder. Before they knew it was raining buckets of water, Oktar look at the bucket rolling on the grass, it was raining hard all right but the buckets?, good quality buckets at that, Oldfried had gathered a nice collection hanging form his scythe however it was a bit unusual. 
"ehm Jeremy..."
"yes?" the white druid gun was sticking to the boy thin body in many an unpleasant way, he had heard of wet petticoat competitions on Saturday nights in town, by looking at Jeremy he could not really see the appeal. 
"about this rain"
"yes" said Jeremy dodging a medium size bucket
"uhm nothing"
"Oldfried hurry up I want to get to the town before sunset, and Oldfried I really do not think that a bucket with holes in it over your head is a good head gear"

An upside down bucket started hoping around, the tiny bird was picking at it from underneath it, the evil witch eyes flashed in anger, stuck under a bucket in this silly bird body, they will see, she will teach them a lesson ... As soon as she could get out of this bucket.


Copyright © 2005 Daniela Newton