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Tales From Dort
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"All right Lemoss, I've heard about them then....Betty Alpha promised to teach me about
jewels if I took her berry plucking and gave her some basic mathemetrics. . .she's good at
"How do you know that?"
"Dovetail told me he had to polish up on his biology so they took off for the river bank to do
some studying last Satday. 'Parently she's good at reading Fizzicist’s notes, so he said".
Lemoss was, in his mind at least, far away as he tossed the small globe from hand to hand.
"Its not a diamint if that's what you meant Flitter. Diamints are see through, sort of
translucent with sharp edges and rainbows trapped inside. Its more like a gobble-sucker that
Grandpa told me about, lots of different layers all colours. Grandpa made one last two years
by sucking it at days end only." Lemoss popped it in his mouth and his jaw went
immediately into automatic mode, so he spat it out.
"That wasn’t me chewing, it was it chewing me!" He studied it carefully and dried the
stone with his sleeve, and the stone responded by glowing brightly. Flitter had
meanwhile been ferreting inside the pouch and withdrew a piece of parchment with squiggles
drawn in a neat and tidy hand.
"squiggles is all that's on it Lemoss" as he handed it over.
"Those are words. writing words... just let me see now. ah. .they say 'REWARD 20 duc its if
returned to sender!"
"Its on the other side... see here's the address 'Tom Foolery, Enchantments Incorporated'".
'Funny address that."
Wait a minute there's more along the edge... 'Oaktree Cottage, Lower Swivel, Cantbe'."
"Can't what be?"
"No it says 'Cantbe' ."
"Could be one of those sucking cob things Lemoss I'll find two rocks and well see if we can
crack it open." Flitter walked down the road edge, crossed over to the meadow wall and
returned with two likely granite stones clasped to his chest. He lay the flat one down and
taking the cherry coloured stone from Lemoss, gently placed it on the rock. Summoning
every ounce of strength he bought the other rock down hard shattering it into Grey shards.
Lemoss retrieved the red stone whilst Flitter cupped his painful hand under his armpit.
"Best go and ask Mr.Grimes the postie where Cantbe can be found, bound to be hereabouts
somewhere." He called N imblefax over and they both climbed into the cart. O ne soft 'fish'
was enough to get them jogging down into Dort village in search of Mr.Grimes.
The Post O ffice was locked as usual with a large notice hanging in the window 'CLOSED
FOR FURTHER REPAIRS...Grand opening soon'.
"That's not a bit of good to anyone." said Lemoss to the poster. 'Stocktaking in progress...sale
this Satday coming.'
"Its Satday today, how fortunate, we won't have long to wait."
'Today is Satday GOIN G, next Satday is Satday COMING.' wrote the poster. "Post O ffices
don't have sales anyway", Lemoss was getting cross.
The notice hesitated a fraction 'Closed all week and every week until the holidays.'
"But you are never open on the holidays."
'no holidays then this year....been a poor one for profits.'
"I'm not the least surprised.. .but that means you won't be open at all!" 'Correct...have a happy
day, thank you, bye bye.'
"It's like talking to a fancy parrot....Please may I ask where Mr.Grimes may be found?"
''In the Inn..or..'
"Thank you very much."