Tales From Dort
TALES OF DORT IN THE SHIRE OF KNOAL
CHAPTER 1: TIMES OF WATER WELLS AND POSTIES.
It was Sprung, Lemoss had diligently crossed off the days from Woebetyde on his yearly
colander by marking a hole every morning after solar rise.. .whether it rose or was hidden by
thick grey clouds was beside the point. Today he had reached the forty third hole after
scratching off a piece of old lettuce, he triumphantly circled the spot with a bright red wax
crayon. At this precise minute in time he and Flitter were leaning over Mrs.Clothiers well
"Wonder how deep it is", Flitter picked up a pebble and dropped it in.
"O ne-three-two-seven-four, four foot. .. that's pretty deep is four feet".
"More like forty, besides your counting is somewhat out of sequence, didn’t old Tables teach
you proper mathemetrics last year?"
"Cum second I did" scowled Flitter as he picked up a larger pebble the size of half a brick.
"Second top - you amaze me."
"No opposite to top." Flitter held out his arm over the opening and let the rock fall.
As Lemoss was about to say 'Botto...', a load screech came up from the well's depths which
Mr.Clothier had been inspecting with the help of a candle and a large bottle of fiery liquid.
Liquor had never been allowed in the Clothier house hold so Mr.Clothier kept his stashed in
the muddy well bottom safely covered by three foot of green slime and water. Both watched
the bucket rope tighten and ran, just in time as a whoosh of fiery vapour zoomed out of the
"Must have the bottle." cried Lemoss as he jumped into his Billy- cart, slapping N imblefax on
Multi- hued curses filled the air as N imblefax crunched contentedly on the stiletto bush, one
eye glaring at Lemoss who was struggling to again control of the goats reins wit h Flitter's
arms and legs getting in the way.
"Get in Flitter.. .come on N imblefax fish.. fish" yelled Lemoss.
Other goats respond to 'mush. mush' but ever since the day N imblefax had swallowed one the
wrong way round, the fish that is, he would break wind and gallop at the speed of greased
solar- light at the very mention of the word. O ne 'fish' would have been quite
sufficient but Lemoss was anxious to move fast. Thus encouraged, the goat took off with a
mighty leap and headed down the twists and turns of Dort valley road with the lads hanging
onto the vibrating cart as it lurched and jumped over the potholes.
At the cross roads they skidded to a halt and N imblefax trotted over to a pincushion tree
where he avidly munched into the lower boughs as the lads hoisted themselves out of the box
seat and sank slowly into the soft green grass under the signpost.
"Wonder why the grass is always so lush by this post?" asked Flitter half to himself.
Lemoss flicked away a piece of dog manure and lay back into the green sward.
"Darn it..another one!", he rose up and felt behind him but instead of another unwelcome
object he found a small leather bag with something hard inside. Flitter with a hungry
gleam in his eye tried to snatch it away only to find Lemoss warding him off and undoing the
leather thong carefully.
"Gold?", said Flitter expectantly, Lemoss shook his head.
"Well silver ...copper at least?" cried Flitter hopefully.
Lemoss held the bag upside down and a cherry red globular stone rolled into his palm.
"I've read about those " Flitter shouted out in joy, but Lemoss shook his finger in mock