say, how can I ever repay you?’
‘Simple,’ answers Blodwyn, ‘You can get rid of a Sillian that arrived on Pandy Mountain last night. Every person and animal in Tala Pandy is in danger – it has already killed three sheep.’
Myfanwy looked puzzled.
‘Have you seen a Sillian? You have heard of a Sillian haven’t you?’ asks Blodwyn
‘Now let me think…a Silly-Ann,’ says Myfanwy, looking up at the barn roof. ‘
Blodwyn knew the new Queen of the Fairies was not acquainted with this dangerous alien; she just did not wish to admit the fact.
‘You have never seen one, have you?’ says Blodwyn.
‘Noooo – I have never seen a duck-billed platypus either, so what? Anyway we Fairy Lings are not afraid of any animal.’
‘A Sillian is not an animal – it is an intelligent, dangerous alien!’
‘In that case,’ answers Myfanwy pondering the matter… ‘I think I will pass on that one, the problems of Terasils are no longer my concern.’
‘Your parents walk on the mountain path – they will be in danger!’ answers Blodwyn.
‘My parents are now the responsibility of the Silky Changeling who has taken my place – it is her duty to look after them.’
‘You ungrateful, selfish, little cow,’ says Blodwyn, her blood rising. It was time to find out if an old trick that Blodwyn knew would still work; it would mean exploiting an important secret that she knew about Myfanwy Jenkins. It was a kink in the Fairy Queen’s armor of magical tricks and powers; an Achilles heel. A secret that her many alien enemies like the Cold-blooded Malis Afar and the Jal-mar would be most interested in.
Ever since they were young and their arguments led to physical tussles, the more robust Blodwyn only had to wrestle Myfanwy to the floor, hold her by her nose, pin her arms down with her knees, and grab a finger and thumb-full of mid-riff fat and squeeze hard! This had to be accomplished while avoiding Myfanwy’s beautiful, sharp white teeth: for she was not particular about what part of Blodwyn’s body she clamped on to when in a raging mardy.
But would this trick still work? Would the pain place Myfanwy under so much stress she would be unable to concentrate on turning into something nasty. There was only one way to find out!
Blodwyn quickly wrestled Myfanwy to the ground; pinning her arms down with her knees she squeezed her cute nose, as she pinched the fat on her midriff… hard.
‘Oooch! – Oooouch! – Oooooooch! You nasty little spiteful, bitch!’ screams Myfanwy. I’ll get mad and turn into something nasty and kill you!’ she threatens.
‘Go on then,’ says Blodwyn.
Myfanwy tried to concentrate; Blodwyn pinched the Queen of the Fairies tummy-fat even harder!
‘Ochooooch! ‘you little slut… that really hurts you wicked little cow… you tart… just you wait,’ cries out Myfanwy ‘… I will murder you slowly!’ Despite her threats she found it was impossible to concentrate enough to become a Changeling… due to the pain.
‘I give in,’ pleads the Queen of Fairies finally, ‘I will do it…I’ll deal with the Silly-Ann.’
Blodwyn let her friend get up.
‘I promise to help,’ continues Myfanwy, her long graceful fingers crossed behind her back.
‘Bring your hands where I can see them,’ orders Blodwyn, ‘now promise me again.’
‘I promise my dearest friend,’ repeats Myfanwy Jenkins, her face the picture of pure holiness, ‘to behave at your birthday party and get rid of the Silly-Ann.’
Blodwyn studied Myfanwy’s face and smiled; her friend’s face was radiating pure angelic innocence and divine serenity.
‘Ok,’ replies Blodwyn ‘you better mean it – or else!’
‘Look,’ replies Myfanwy, quickly forgetting her friend’s warning. ‘We could hide, your handsome cousins can come looking for us…the one they find first…gets a kiss.’
‘Don’t be stupid – you won’t hide properly, and besides… I live in the mountains of Wales – not in the Ozark
‘Simple,’ answers Blodwyn, ‘You can get rid of a Sillian that arrived on Pandy Mountain last night. Every person and animal in Tala Pandy is in danger – it has already killed three sheep.’
Myfanwy looked puzzled.
‘Have you seen a Sillian? You have heard of a Sillian haven’t you?’ asks Blodwyn
‘Now let me think…a Silly-Ann,’ says Myfanwy, looking up at the barn roof. ‘
Blodwyn knew the new Queen of the Fairies was not acquainted with this dangerous alien; she just did not wish to admit the fact.
‘You have never seen one, have you?’ says Blodwyn.
‘Noooo – I have never seen a duck-billed platypus either, so what? Anyway we Fairy Lings are not afraid of any animal.’
‘A Sillian is not an animal – it is an intelligent, dangerous alien!’
‘In that case,’ answers Myfanwy pondering the matter… ‘I think I will pass on that one, the problems of Terasils are no longer my concern.’
‘Your parents walk on the mountain path – they will be in danger!’ answers Blodwyn.
‘My parents are now the responsibility of the Silky Changeling who has taken my place – it is her duty to look after them.’
‘You ungrateful, selfish, little cow,’ says Blodwyn, her blood rising. It was time to find out if an old trick that Blodwyn knew would still work; it would mean exploiting an important secret that she knew about Myfanwy Jenkins. It was a kink in the Fairy Queen’s armor of magical tricks and powers; an Achilles heel. A secret that her many alien enemies like the Cold-blooded Malis Afar and the Jal-mar would be most interested in.
Ever since they were young and their arguments led to physical tussles, the more robust Blodwyn only had to wrestle Myfanwy to the floor, hold her by her nose, pin her arms down with her knees, and grab a finger and thumb-full of mid-riff fat and squeeze hard! This had to be accomplished while avoiding Myfanwy’s beautiful, sharp white teeth: for she was not particular about what part of Blodwyn’s body she clamped on to when in a raging mardy.
But would this trick still work? Would the pain place Myfanwy under so much stress she would be unable to concentrate on turning into something nasty. There was only one way to find out!
Blodwyn quickly wrestled Myfanwy to the ground; pinning her arms down with her knees she squeezed her cute nose, as she pinched the fat on her midriff… hard.
‘Oooch! – Oooouch! – Oooooooch! You nasty little spiteful, bitch!’ screams Myfanwy. I’ll get mad and turn into something nasty and kill you!’ she threatens.
‘Go on then,’ says Blodwyn.
Myfanwy tried to concentrate; Blodwyn pinched the Queen of the Fairies tummy-fat even harder!
‘Ochooooch! ‘you little slut… that really hurts you wicked little cow… you tart… just you wait,’ cries out Myfanwy ‘… I will murder you slowly!’ Despite her threats she found it was impossible to concentrate enough to become a Changeling… due to the pain.
‘I give in,’ pleads the Queen of Fairies finally, ‘I will do it…I’ll deal with the Silly-Ann.’
Blodwyn let her friend get up.
‘I promise to help,’ continues Myfanwy, her long graceful fingers crossed behind her back.
‘Bring your hands where I can see them,’ orders Blodwyn, ‘now promise me again.’
‘I promise my dearest friend,’ repeats Myfanwy Jenkins, her face the picture of pure holiness, ‘to behave at your birthday party and get rid of the Silly-Ann.’
Blodwyn studied Myfanwy’s face and smiled; her friend’s face was radiating pure angelic innocence and divine serenity.
‘Ok,’ replies Blodwyn ‘you better mean it – or else!’
‘Look,’ replies Myfanwy, quickly forgetting her friend’s warning. ‘We could hide, your handsome cousins can come looking for us…the one they find first…gets a kiss.’
‘Don’t be stupid – you won’t hide properly, and besides… I live in the mountains of Wales – not in the Ozark
Similar Books
