Monthly Archives: April 2014

Macaloon Chapter 32

Bender Brings Peace

“Malcolm?  Malcolm?”

“Uhmm?…what…?”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar.  He opened his eyes.  Where was he?  The red sky glinted across the pond.  Was it morning or had the sun just gone down?

“Malcolm?”

He turned his head.  Benlow was standing on the edge of the pond, peering at him, standing next to an older badger.

“Malcolm, this is my Dad.”

“Uhnnnh.”

“He wants to help.”

“Uhnnh?”

“His name is Bender.”

“Hello, Bender.”

“Hello.  I’d like to help.”

“Thank you.  I don’t… know what you could do.”

“Often, it is enough to join together in common bond.”

Malcolm took to a breath to understand the old badger had said. He liked the sound of it. Continue reading Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 31

The Natives Appear Restless

                Theobald decided he wouldn’t panic.  It was not unusual for a moose to trot.  Nor was it unusual for a moose to float in water.  It was, however, unusual for a moose to trot and float at the same time with a water lily on its nose.  Theobald, concealed in the reeds, watching Malcolm, was hoping that he would start acting like his old self again; that he wouldn’t eat any more ja-ja; and that Benlow wouldn’t return until Malcolm had recovered.  Theobald had not been aware that plants could cause erratic behaviour.  He had no intent of ingesting the ja-ja himself, and was certainly going to prevent Malcolm from doing so.  Perhaps he could convince him to leave, but go where?

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Macaloon Chapter 30

Theobald & Malcolm Meet
the Ja-Ja’s 

Theobald had never seen such a endless pond, one where he could not even view the other side.  He couldn’t have been more elated, although being elated as a rule made him nervous, such a condition was incautious.  Playfully, rolling over and over in the clear, invigorating water, amid the abundant trout he spotted, he couldn’t understand why the boars would poop into it.  Swimming along with Malcolm, out from the shore, he was as happy as ever he allowed himself to be.  Trees edged down to the pond, reeds and bushes rose at the water’s edge.  He couldn’t believe how peaceful and pleasant it seemed, much more so than his home in Feckly.  And there was no sign of boars. Continue reading Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Macaloon Chapter 29

macaloon-29The Arrival of Belden 

As the early morning light streamed in through the chinks in the forest, Theobald waited to watch the sun rise above the horizon.  He’d woken early and was relieved to see Manley had returned, lying asleep just inside the tunnel he’d dug near the tree wall.  He couldn’t tell if the Boars were awake yet.  And though he expected to be, he was surprised that he wasn’t afraid.  In point of fact, he thought, remembering Rollo, he felt a strange kind of exhileration, as though he were living in a dream.

“Theobald?” whispered Malcolm.

“Yes?”

“You’re awake.”

“Yes.  What do you think they will do?” Continue reading Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail