Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 2)


Naturally Throgennis took his miserable hide to a place of solitude and recrimination: a corrugated tin shed in the mountain citadel of Lemon Stone…

…in which he froze his butt off as he stared with envy at the stuttering oil lamps of the abbey…

Wishing only to cause huge and painful self-grief for his stupidity and greed, he stepped into the tumbling snowfall – only to find himself encased in a strange sparkling light…

Surprise turned to consternation as night became day, and the shed, the abbey, and everything else, was replaced by a snowbound mountainside…

“Ugh?” He grunted intelligently as he looked around. He repeated himself  when…

…an unusually shaped earplug appeared beside him.

“Hello.” The strange little being said in a pleasant contralto. “Walk with me please.”

Throgennis was yet to regain his wits, when he found himself strolling casually through the snow beside the newcomer…

“My name is Beverly Bigg-Jobbs.” The stranger became an un-stranger. “Where I come from, I’m considered quite attractive. Do you find me attractive?”

For all his faults, Throgennis was capable of being truthful when the mood took him. “No.” He said. “You’re angled where you should be curved. Also you sprang out of nowhere, so I actually doubt your existence.”

It seemed to Throgennis that Beverly hadn’t heard a single word: “Would I be right in thinking that you are  none other than Throgennis Frote; purloiner of hover pad franchises?”

Now Throgennis was certain that Beverly was a figment of his imagination. She was clearly his conscience talking. With a mirthless chuckle he confirmed his identity. But he was forced to adjust his appraisal of the situation when…

…night returned in an instant, and he was caught in the glare of a spotlight.

“What the?” He began. But before he could complete the exclamation, he was seriously interrupted by a burst of light…

…that left the angular creature that called itself Beverly Bigg-Jobbs standing all alone in the dark…

…which quickly became day once more…

And Throgennis discovered that he was somewhere else completely…

And he wasn’t entirely certain that he liked it much.

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

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