Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Worriers - Tails of Woe (chapter 5)

15 miles this morning after getting a good night's rest.  Pace was ~ 8:12.  A little warm for me as I didn't start under after 9am.  In fact, today was the first time this summer I have worn short sleeves in a workout.
Below is the final chapter of The Worriers - Tails of Woe.

The Worriers – Tails of Woe


Chapter 5


We join the Grand Council of Worry already in progress.  Queen Xanawoe and the two princesses are in their normal spots on the gray porch.  Badapplesad, Pilgrimsosad, and Herbertofear are standing off to one side in shackles, their heads hanging low with shame.  Herbertofear has not spoken since the clandestine meeting with Whitetipwoe, it confused his tiny brain so much.


Xanawoe: "The Council has heard the evidence and has received the testimony of those involved.  I am most concerned that our worrying had created such a dangerous situation and caused some of our members to consort with the treasonous character, Whitetipwoe!"


A mew of dismay rose up from the crowd of cats.  How could they trust themselves?  How could they refrain from the rash acts that overwhelming worry led them into?  They stirred and worried.


"I now proclaim your punishment," Xanawoe addressed the cat captives.  "From this day forward, you will be INDOOR CATS!"


Herbertofear fainted.


Pilgrimsosad's tears rolled down his furry cheeks.  He was truly penitent and only meant to save poor Madeleine.  Badapplesad looked defiant.  He had to come up with a plan of escape for himself and once he did, he would run away and join Whitetipwoe.


"Furthermore," continued Xanawoe, "I have received a letter from our cousins in Catick, Massachussetts.  They expect Madeleine to arrive there tomorrow.  You see, my information was correct.  Mount Kawasaki has never led us astray.  She is safe and is enjoying herself at the News of Good Camp.  You must focus your worry on truly important things and not get carried away on false scents.  For example, will Purina continue to make Cat Chow?  WE DON'T KNOW!  Will Madeleine's parents be able to afford her college tuition?  WE DON'T KNOW!  Will the water company ever finish construction in front of our house?  WE DON'T KNOW!"


The felines milled and mewed.  They didn't like being in trouble with the Queen and they resolved to behave for at least a few minutes.


Whitetipwoe observed the Council's proceedings from his perch on the rusty slide.  He thought he had had a real chance to overthrow Xanawoe's hold on the Cushion Clan through the dramatic rescue of Madeleine.  But Pilgrimsosad's fatal mailing error sealed that envelope.  He jumped down and disappeared into the thickening fog.


Aunt Jackiewoe continued her troubled existence being frightened to death at every turn.  Woowoe became known as a Tattletail.  And Marthawoe started having confusing thoughts about Badapplesad and went so far as to wink at him when he was led off to a life inside.


Will Marthawoe fall in love and free Badapplesad?  Will Whitetipwoe rise again?  Will Spikefoot cause havoc among the Cushionettes?  Will anyone get any sleep?  Will this story ever end?


Find out what happens next in the upcoming sequel:  The Worriers – The Final Catastrophe.


The End


Blogger Ms. V. said...

I really have been trying to understand this. Perhaps I'm not as smart as I thought. Ha.

8/24/2008 5:53 PM  
Blogger rebecca said...

The Daffodils


I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company!

I gazed --- and gazed --- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought;


For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

~~~by maple story mesos

9/14/2008 12:29 AM  

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