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Is this right???

9/25/2024

Passporte' by MisPlace Dolls

As Arnie, Drat, and Dree were walking one of the many trails to the Gooblin King's domain, Arnie's mind was reeling. "What am I doing?" she kept thinking.

Arnie had once 'borrowed' a book from Passporte' in her one of many excursions. She had read part of it especially the part that had to do with something about what you are and your responsibilities to the universe. "I think it was called something like 'x-is-essential-isms' (existentialism)" she remembered.

The thought of being responsible for what you did both bothered her and excited her. "Leaving that beautiful purple feather behind for the book was worth it," she had thought at the time. But now, she was wondering if she would have been better off not knowing any of this.

She didn't want her fellow adventurers to know, but she was having doubts of what she was doing here on this quest. "Is just looking at something that is not mine a good enough reason to just 'borrow it'?" she pondered. "I know that Drat and Dree are counting on me, but I just don't know. If I do this, am I still doing something bad though I am being told it is for a good cause? Doesn't that make it still a bad thing?" Her mind kept going around in circles as they grew nearer to their destination.

As Drat was telling Dree that he knew of several ways to sneak into the Gooblin King's cavern, Dree glanced over at Arnie and realized that she was deep into her own thoughts. He had noticed that Arnie had been quiet during the trek. "I know she was at first reluctant to agree to help but what could she be thinking about so hard?" Dree thought to himself. It did not take much for Drat to also notice that neither one of his traveling companions were now listening to his plans. He too stopped talking and started to watch Arnie also. Arnie was so caught up in her thoughts that she actually walked right into Dree before realizing they had stopped and were staring at her.

"OOPS! Sorry about that Dree," Arnie said as she stood back with her hands up in the air trying not to look guilty.

"Arnie, are you okay with what we are doing?" the Dragon asked the Borrower. "You don't have to do this you know."

Arnie stared at the other two a minute before answering. "Now that I am trying to change from a 'borrower' to a 'finder', I just don't know if what I am doing is still right."

"Yes, we are finding a book and you did say that we were not borrowing it, but at the same time aren't we finding something that belongs to someone else? Especially because we aren't asking them if we can look at it... is that the right thing to do?" In Drat's mind, the answer was instantly 'YES' but Dree's answer to Arnie's question even surprised him.

"Arnie, I am still learning myself and I agree that it is not completely right, but it is necessary. It is up to you to decide if it is right for you so we are going to let you decide how we should to this. Do we continue or do we go back and find another way?"

A tear came to Arnie's eye. Never had she felt like she had others who would follow her. It was a new sense of responsibility that she had not experienced before and it was because they trusted her. No one trusted a Borrower! "Thank you both. I have been thinking about it much and we must do this... but I think we need to do it a different way than sneaking into the Gooblin King's caverns and sulking around until we find it. I have a different plan."

As Drat and Dree waited to hear her plan, Arnie looked at Drat and with a smile and a gleam in her eyes, "Can you get us an audience with the Gooblin King?"

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Where to Find a Book...

9/18/2024

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As Meen was gathering her traveling things, the thought of who would replace her as the Chief Minion for Queen Ffion was still going through her mind. "It's got to be someone who is trustworthy, can think quickly, and who will be totally honest with the Queen," thought Meen as she stuffed some more clothes into her travel bag. It was as she was putting a couple more of her purple pixie hats in and maybe some more of her favorite window rocks that it struck her on who to send to the queen .

"I've got to send a message," she decided as she finished her packing and started to put her traveling bag over her shoulders. "Perfect for the job," she mutters as she adjusts the straps to her pack but then begins to lean backward a little too much. "Maybe I should take a few things out," she realizes as she finds out that the pack is so heavy that she cannot stand up straight...

Meanwhile, Drat and Dree are sitting at a table outside of the Sugar Plum Bakery waiting for Arnie to arrive. "I heard a new one the other day," began Drat. "It goes like this... How may leprechauns does it take to empty a pot of gold?"

Shaking his head from side to side, Dree answers, "I don't know. How many does it take?"

"Only one. Leprechauns are so stingy that they never empty the pot anyhow," laughs Drat. For a minute Dree just looks at his friend with a puzzled face. As Drat was about to explain the joke, Dree spoke up. "Doesn't seem like a good use for gold to me." Drat could only smile... "Good jokes just don't work on some people apparently," he thought.

It was then that Arnie arrived with her friend Squirrel. Squirrel didn't stay long after Arnie ordered their snacks and everyone was told about the trip to the Outie world and the squirrel there. "If you only could see the look of frustration on that Outie's face when the other squirrel dived from the top of the tree and landed on the feeder... it was priceless!" laughed Arnie. "I could not have done better myself."

When Squirrel left, Drat decided it was time to get back to business. "Arnie, we need your help. The Gooblin King has a scroll that we need to read. He doesn't know he has it and it can hide itself from anyone who wants to harm Dragons. We also know that it will take a Dragon to help find it otherwise it hides from anyone seeking its power."

As Drat continued, Arnie's eyes began to light up. Here was someone asking her to use her natural talents instead of trying to keep her away from their silverware! "You mean that it is okay for me to do this?" she asked. Before Drat could answer, Dree stepped into the conversation.

"Arnie, this is important to all in the Realms. We must know what the other Dragons, and most especially Siate', are going to do now that they have returned. We are only going to read the scroll - we are not going to take it. The hard part here will be just to find it..."

"Finding stuff is my specialty," Arnie mused to herself. It sounded like fun to her and in the back of Arnie's thoughts, it also may be a way to get others to accept her as she was beginning to enjoy being included by others and not always having to be a loner. "Everyone looses things," she thought. "Maybe I need to become a finder of lost things instead of a 'Borrower' of others things."

"When do we start?" was her answer to her new adventure companions.

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Squirrel Troubles...

9/11/2024

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Arnie was on a mission. She was going into the Outie realm to rescue a friend. She received word that her friend "Squirrel" was missing and possibly in trouble.

As Arnie used one of her many keys, which of course it was the last one on her ring that opened the door between the Realm of Wymsy and the Outie's realm, she wondered how Squirrel even managed to get through.

Usually the passageways between the two worlds were secured, but every now and then someone leaves a door open or forgets to move a rock back in place. Though for Squirrel to have traveled this far, there really must have been a huge temptation for him on the other side.

Wandering around in the Outie world was so strange especially when trying to ask for directions and not letting any know that you are from another realm. Arnie was used to finding her way around by just following the light or the bling of something sparkly in the distance. Squirrel must have done the same thing Arnie realized, "though with his nose and tummy instead."

"So, how to find him?" she thought. Just as Arnie was thinking of how, she heard chattering up ahead. Arnie's fuzzy ears were sensitive for hearing things and what she heard sounded like a battle. As she crawled out from under a bush she spied Squirrel. He was safe... well sort of. He was talking to another squirrel... an outie squirrel! Outie squirrels are such flighty things and so insistent that they were always right. They were a hard nut to crack when trying to make friends with them.

Though this "discussion" seemed to include a bit more as they kept gesturing to something over their head and waving their paws. Then after saying something, the Outie squirrel would break out in this infectious laughter. Hearing a squirrel laugh is quite hilarious.

The Outie squirrel was actually bragging to Squirrel. It was telling Squirrel on how he had out smartie the Outie by finally figuring out how to climb down the rope and jump the dome to capture the treasure hidden underneath. Every time he started to tell the tale though, he would roll over and hug his tummy as he laughed and laughed.

Then they all stopped as a door opened and an Outie come out.

"He's muttering to himself," whispered Arnie. "He is a strange one as I certainly didn't see any other Outies around him." From what Arnie could hear it sounded like "That Darn Squirrel! We'll see what he think of my new PVC protection?"

"PVC??? What could that mean?" thought Arnie. "Is my friend even in more danger from this odd looking Outie?"

The Outie then approached the "treasure" that my friend Squirrel and the other squirrel had been talking about earlier. He pulled on a rope and lowered this strange looking contraption that I could see why my friend had been so excited about it. It was pure candy on a stick! "Look at all those delightful seeds, nuts, and delicious goodies all wrapped up together to look like one BIG scrumptious banquet," Arnie thought to herself. "No wonder Squirrel left the safety of the Realm for this!"

Then the Outie gave a devious little chuckle. "We'll see what that squirrely squirrel thinks of this new addition," murmured the Outie. He then pulled the rope through a black tube that stopped at the dome. "This should be one slippery slide for him," the Outie continued. "No way will he be able to climb the rope now and I have it hung far enough out that he shouldn't be able to jump for it either. This PVC pipe should just do the trick."

Realizing that they had been exposed too long and could be seen by the Outies, Arnie leaned over and whispered to her squirrel friend, "We need to be going before they discover us... Now!" Tugging on her friend's tail, Arnie started back to the magical doorway dragging her friend behind her. "Quit struggling. We have got to get out of here."

"But I want to see how my new friend gets past this 'PVC' trap," answered Squirrel sullenly.

"You can't have everything," answered Arnie, but secretly she also wanted to know how to get around this trap just in case something like it came up while she was 'finding' something. "Maybe we will come back and learn more, but right now we need to leave before someone sees a talking squirrel. Come on - we got to get back. Drat and Dree are wanting to meet me at the Sugar Plum Bakery. I will get you something sweet to eat there."

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Nutmegg...

9/4/2024

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Nutmegg is my SPI name. Or at least the only name I was willing to go by as long as I worked for SPICE (Stewards Preventing Imperfectly Casted Enchantments). I figured I had to be "nutz" as a Hobb-goblyn to be part of this organization. But it is the only way to get some of my clan members back that have been mis-enchanted.

I had been really well known for my stone soup in my clan which made it easy to apply for to SPICE after learning what they do. Afterall, finding and returning the Fae effected by a 'bad' Wish Dragon wish was a worthy goal for the others but when I first started, I was only wanting to return my own clan.

Allspice may stir up the brew but I am the one that watches over it while it cooks. Hobb-goblyns aren't known for patience and positive thoughts. Unless you count the time when a group of us sat together and watched a snail race a rock as we rooted for the rock (the snail won but I still think it cheated).

Watching over the Ambrosia requires a lot of both throughout the process while waiting for it to boil. Otherwise the batch will go bad and it will be ineffective with the Dragons. But I found a way around this Hobb-goblyns' trait of no patience and positive thoughts! It was through my cooking.

I realized that when I made the stone soup that I loved to cook. I had the patience and each time I made it, others loved it too. Allspice was who discovered me and knew I was needed for this team. As a baker, he realized that one of the special ingredients to the Ambrosia was me! All I had to do was control my temper. The anger of a Hobb-goblyn is legendary. We hate everyone - even our own clan members. If it wasn't for that bad wish that took away my pet rock, I probably would never have become a SPI.

Thinking about it, I did actually meet someone that is almost as hot tempered as me. Scarlet was his name. He told me that taking care of the Nytemares helped him with staying calm. As for me, I took up knitting.

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