Now, as everyone who has ever lived with a cat (you don't own a cat - you just live with it), that a cat has a mind of it's own. Add a touch of magic, the ability to talk, and a cat attitude - things become even more interesting. Especially with a cat that has a twisted sense of humor!
The CAT quickly sauntered (cats do not just walk anywhere) over to the Twitter birds' pond and summoned who could be calling him... It was that wizard Dewin's Spite looking into a mirror. "Why would she be searching for me?" The CAT pondered. "I haven't bothered a Spite before..." As he said this, he realized that this was something new and not boring!!! Instantly he knew where the Spite was and that it was very close. "Close enough for just a short magical spring" decided The CAT. So, as Sprigg'n was deciding whether to search for The CAT or go and tell Dewin what she had discovered (both about the Wish Dragon and her new names), The CAT suddenly appeared sitting on the trail in front of her. There was no 'POOF' of magic - just a smug looking cat smiling at the Spite like it was soon to be a meal. "I have heard of you," Spite smiled back, "and your mischief. What do you want from me?"
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Little do they all realize, but this unique meeting could shape the entire future of both the Realm of Wymsy and the Shadows' Realm.
The celebration honors spring at its peak and the coming summer but also gives everyone a terrific reason to be outside after the long winter months. Singing, dancing, and Maypoles will be everywhere. Then, of course, there will be the big bonfire when it starts to get dark where stories and more singing occurs.
As he worked on the tune, he pulled out his drumsticks and started tapping them on the stump. A magpie bird that had been sitting in a tree looked down on him when he started thumping on the stump, but realizing he did not have any food to share, promptly began to ignore him.
"No I haven't heard of nor seen anything out of the ordinary recently," replied Hewy, "other than your CAT." Nemmer replied as he stomped his foot, "It's not my CAT! If it wasn't for the stupid Petal Post from the Sleeping Sisters, I could be back at my cottage practicing my archery instead of looking for Hungry."
"It's a deal. Put away those drumsticks of yours and lets go see if we find some real ones to eat," Nemmer answered hungrily. As they walked off to find lunch, Nemmer could hear Hewy humming a song. "What's that your humming," he asked. "Oh, it's a little something that I heard the other day and seeing you reminded me of the little tune. It goes something like this." One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told. Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten for a bird, You must not miss. Nemmer started chuckling causing Hewy to ask what was so funny. "Well, of course I have to be the tenth bird that you shouldn't miss!" replied Nemmer. "There seems to be a prophecy hidden in your song, Hewy. What do you think?"
"You know I can't read those Petal Posts without sneezing my head off," Nemmer growled. "Plus you know The Sleeping Ladies would get me banned from the Golden Guild if they thought a male knew how to read those flowery posts." “Oh that... well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is this. We need you to go hunting," she told him. "Yes Ma'am. I am your best choice! What do you want me to bring home for dinner?" Nemmer replied. Cornelia was shaking her head NO as she stomped her foot. "You aren't listening to me." By now Efem finally caught up with her as Cornelia said, "I don't want you to kill something but to find..." Efem, figuring Cornelia has already told Nemmer about the Petal Post, jumped into the conversation "We need you to hunt a Dragon". The look on their faces and the serious way Efem had said it, Nemmer decided they weren't kidding. "You want me to kill a Dragon! Are you both NUTS?" he yelled. "I may be a great hunter, but A DRAGON? And now that I think about it, what I am to do? Send you a Petal Post to let you know that I have been eaten?" After he had finished, Efem smiled and continued as if he had just agreed to go. "I understand he is a very friendly Dragon. The Shadows' King sent him to a teacher here in the forest, but you need to find him first and you must be very careful. He is a young Wish Dragon and you know the trouble they can cause if not properly trained."
"And what about The CAT?" Nemmer asked. "Can I use him for bait?" The "glare" he got from his wife and her sister was definitely a loud and resounding "NO". They did not even have to say it and he got the picture. "You may need The CAT though to talk to the Dragon," Efem replied. Now Cornelia was surprised and turned to look at Efem as did Nemmer. "You mean The CAT can talk? Oh, he and I are going to have a conversation when this Dragon business is all over," she growled.
“You do know The CAT is my cat," Efem purred teasingly at her sister.
There had to be a special place in the Dark Troll Grotto for sisters who knew just enough on how to be annoying – but as she was family, she just had to keep her... Cornelia lovingly sighed. Oh... and she loved her younger sister but younger sisters can be such saplings. If Cornelia hadn't been there when Efem had been born, she would have sworn that the Tree Nymphs had switched her with a Changeling. As if being called ‘Corny’ wasn't bad enough, Efem also had to needle her about her cooking - some things are too much!
Hearing this Efem lit up and replied, "Yes, I am taking My cat with me." Smiling to herself because Nemmer did not even realize that he helped save her and 'win' this round. She knew that both Cornelia and her loved these little sisters' discussions for no one knew her better than her sister and that their love for each other ran very root deep.
As Nemmer was returning from Efem’s grove to his cottage he thought about what he would tell his wife, Cornelia, about The CAT. “She isn’t going to be happy, that I still have not found that darn cat,” he muttered.
"Maybe if I had taken off my mask first to say hi that would have been better. Then she might have not have fallen into the stream and gotten covered in clay."
Sounds silly, I know, but this cat thought of things like this. Like why were there words like bee, be, and Bea when they all sounded the same but meant different things? All The CAT could figure was that anyone that was not a cat was just plain silly. “I will never figure out the Others even if I have nine lives to do it in,” he murmured to himself.
He also choose to share his time with Efem’s sister, Cornelia too. She was the strangest and silliest being The CAT had ever met and so was her husband Nemmer. When Nemmer wore his silly bird like mask, he never could understand why that made him hungry. For when he got hungry, he would show up at whichever place was the closest. Putting on his poor pitiful starved look, the sisters would soon start cooing and petting him. At the same time, they would tell him how starved he looked and complained that nobody has fed The CAT. He had to admit to himself that he did like when they scratched behind his ears. That was purrrrfect! The best part so far of his nine lives. He would then show his biggest smile with a sparkle in his teeth to let them know he was well pleased with his Pets. "Now I'm hungry just thinking about it. Who's place is closest?" he wondered.
Not taking his eyes off of the Dusty Mytes, he slowly picked his way over. As he came nearer, the Dusty Mytes slowly rolled closer to Efem, making a trail for him. “What are you doing with these dangerous creatures?”
He was madder now than he was when he realized his mask was gone. For now he knew that it was the Dusty Myte’s who took it. Before he could reach out and start grabbing Dusty Mytes, Efem spoke in her mother’s voice. "Now Nemmer stop that and behave!" When she used that voice it could stop any disobedient child in mid-step to listen up and behave - Nemmer froze.
After a long pause and in a tiny little voice, Nemmer muttered that he was sorry. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear what you said,” Efem glared at him. “I am sorry for attacking the Dusty Mytes and I won’t do it again if they leave me alone,” he repeated. Efem concentrated for a second to hear the Dusty Mytes answer. “They tell me they will honor the peace between you and them if you quit picking them up and bopping them on the head. Now that you have your mask back, tell me why you were coming here in the first place.” “I don’t remember,” Nemmer started to tell her... then a smile spread across his face. “Just kidding. Your sister sent me here and I wish I could forget why. Have you seen The Cat?"
Efem, had a special gift of being able to communicate with them because of her dryad root connect to the earth. She could talk to all of plants and animals, not through words exactly, more like pictures and feelings.
As she was trying to figure how to image a question back to the Dusty Mytes about what had happened, another Dusty Myte appeared with Nemmer’s mask. “Oh Nemmer, what has happened? Where are you?”… Where did that blasted mask go?” Nemmer muttered not for the last time as he continued his journey through the woods to Efem’s place. “When I get to Efem’s grove, maybe she can get the trees to help me find my mask,” he thought. “I normally don’t just lose things, so it still makes me wonder how I lost my mask. I’m sure those blasted Dusty Mytes had something to do with it.”
As he was walking through the forest, singing his favorite song, he kept his eyes open for those annoying Dusty Mytes… (sung to the tune of ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’) Great Archer Nemmer, walking through the forest, scooping up the Dusty Mytes and boppin’ ‘em on the head. Down came the good fairy and she said, Great Archer Nemmer, I don’t want to see you scooping up the Dusty Mytes and boppin’ ‘em on the head. I’ll give you three chances, and if you don’t behave I’ll turn you into a …
Flitting from bush to tree to rock, he finally spies them. “Terrific! I found three of them together. This must be my lucky day!” Quietly sneaking up to the Dusty Mytes and reaching down to scoop them up, the string holding his mask comes untied and the mask falls off. The Dusty Mytes, hearing the mask hit the ground, suddenly realize that he is upon them. With Nemmer's protective mask gone, they quickly douse him in forgetful dust - blowing it out of their long trunk-like noses. Sometime later, Nemmer finds himself walking down the forest trail, humming his song, trying to remember why was he going to Efem’s house. “Oh well, it will come to me when I get there.”
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