Category: Fiddlefaddle

Down to the Dark Depths...

7/5/2018

While Meen and Snooker are "discussing" the merit of secrets, the Baron is about to discover a few of his own. Now, if you didn't see the message from the Baroness, here is a quick reminder.

At this point, the Baron thinks it might be a good idea to discover just what is going on beneath his mansion. Of course that includes dragging along Fiddlefaddle, his faithful but sometimes grumpy manservant, whether he wants to or not.

"Hold on Fiddlefaddle. Let me go first. By the way, you did bring the key to open the door to the Caves, correct?"

"Of course I brought the key", grumbles Fiddlefaddle.

Being an adventurer and protector of strange animals, the Baron is hoping to again see the creature he came across this morning as he was walking to the mansion.

"Wouldn't that be grand? Seeing something that has not been seen around here for a long time", he thought.

Upon arriving at the secret door to the entrance of the underground caves, the Baron asks Fiddlefaddle for the key to open it. Slowly he pulls on the door and peers around it. Sitting on a nest of rocks in the middle of the cavern is the creature he spied in the Woods.

"Hello again Hungry. I am Baron Belvedere Allowishes Theodore Steffon. You may call me BATS if you like. This is my batman, Fiddlefaddle Ruckersack. Did you know that you are living under my home?"

"Is that okay? Granny Flare and the Baroness said I could stay here and that I should because I am a secret," replied the Dragon.

"Of course you can. I hope you and I will become close friends. Now, are you HUNGRY?"

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Hidden in a message...

5/24/2018

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"Terrific! I got you back before Granny even knew you were gone. Hungry, I am getting out of here before she shows up", whispered Meen. "See you later, and you better stay inside or Granny will get annoyed and you know what that means. No sweets!"

Hungry watched Meen as she scampered out of the cave.

"No sweets?" But I like sweets," Hungry growled.

"Hungry! Where have you been? I have been looking high and low for you. You know you aren't to leave this cave! Do you want someone to see you?" Granny Flare shouts, pointing her finger at the little Dragon. "Do you know what would happen if anyone saw you?"

"No, what would happen?" he asks. "Would they feed me?" Granny could tell, this was not going to be easy raising a baby Dragon.

Meanwhile, as the Baron was starting to settle down on a chair in the parlor, he thought he heard voices. "What's this? Hearing voices at my age? I'm not that old!" he mumbled to himself. "Now I am talking to myself... Fiddlefaddle, where are you?"

The faithful batman was just finishing unlocking more doors when he heard his name called. "Now what?" he thought, "I haven't even been able to put away the luggage."

Entering the parlor, he sees the Baron sitting near the fireplace.

"Fiddlefaddle, we need to check out the Mansion." says the Baron. "I am hearing voices."

Turning around to do as the Baron asked, Fiddlefaddle notices the letter on the mantle. "It appears a message has been left for you." Taking the message from the mantle, he hands it to the Baron as he reads the cover. "It is from your granddaughter, Dragonia."

"I wonder what she has been doing?" thought the Baron. Opening the letter, he starts to read.

Did you see the hidden message? --- Dragon below mansion in cave

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Oh no... Not Again? Already?

5/13/2018

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“I heard that,” smiled the Baron, “and it’s not what you think. We are not leaving on another trip. We are actually going to stay right here for this adventure,” he told his batman. “You can even unpack the big pieces of luggage this time. I intend to stay here for quite a while.”

“Where is he? Oh, here he comes now,” grumbled the Baron to himself. “What took you so long Fiddlefaddle? I had to wait for you since you are the only one with a key to the front door. I was just about to start looking for a window to climb into.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Fiddlefaddle dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a large skeleton key. “Nope, not this one. This is for the skeletons in the closet.”

Putting the key back into his pocket, he reached into another and found a large bundle of keys of all shapes and sizes. “We have too many locked doors, locked boxes, locked luggage,” he thought as he slowly looked for the right one.

“I know that look sir. It means you are up to something. Do I want to know your plan?” Fiddlefaddle asked.

It was while he was looking for the key he noticed the glint in the Baron’s eye. “Oh no… he has that look again. He’s planning something already and I still haven't had a chance to even put my feet up,” Fiddlefaddle mumbled to himself.

"“Nope. Too early to tell - too early to tell… drag in the luggage and we will see. Ha, Ha, 'Drag-in' the luggage… that was a good one,” laughed the Baron at his own joke.

Fiddlefaddle was not laughing. He knew that tone of voice, that laugh, and that glint in the Baron’s eyes. “We are in it again and all I wanted to do was to put my feet up…”