Day 8. I know that I’m going to drive anyone reading this blog crazy, but I’m switching stories. Back to Charlie Weaver et. al. Here goes:
CHARLIE WEAVER: CHAPTER XX – The Bickering Heralds
Once upon a time, on the island of Lanka, there lived a creature called Herbert. The Council of Elders, who managed very important affairs in the realm of human beings, often sent Herbert on errands. You see, Herbert was quite tall for a dwarf. In fact, he was tall enough to pass as a small human being. All of them knew Herbert was very good at blending in, which is why he was chosen to make a very important delivery to the human realm.
Since birth, Herbert’s twin sister, Sherbert, had never been separated from her brother’s side. Trips to the human realm were no exception. She was obviously a dwarf, but when disguised, could pass as an Earth child. Sherbert was given permission to accompany Herbert on this next trip.
Visits to different realms were always exciting. A visit to Earth was particularly exciting, but it did nothing to dampen the siblings’ spirited fighting. Oblivious to the sights and sounds along the long route to earth, Herbert and Sherbert continued to bicker all the way to their final destination. If one said it was too hot, the other said it was too cold. If one said that the sky was blue, the other predicted rain. In short, they wouldn’t have had it any other way.
They finally approached their final destination in the middle of the night. The farmhouse was dark and quiet. Both dwarves looked up at the knocker on the heavy door. Neither of them made a move to knock it. “Maybe we should wait until morning,” Herbert suggested.
“No,” Sherbert replied. She looked at her brother expectantly. “This is too important to wait.”
Herbert slowly lifted his hand up to the knocker and then dropped it. Uneasy, he glanced at his sister. “You tell him.”
Sherbert frowned up at him, placing small hands on her hips. “I will not. This is your mission. You tell him.”
Shaking his head, Herbert replied. “No, you tell him.
Sherbert retorted. “I don’t want to tell him.”
Herbert said. “But it’s your turn.”
Sherbert threw up her hands. The disgust was evident on her face. “Why is it always my turn when the news is bad?”
Herbert looked down at the large basket resting near the front door. Its occupant was sleeping peacefully. Herbert kicked a pebble on the porch, before mumbling, “This isn’t bad news.”
“Then you tell him,” Sherbert insisted, crossing her arms across her chest and staring at Herbert.
“You’re the one who wanted to come,” Herbert scowled. This blasted trip hadn’t been worth it. He should have said no to this visit. The thought of having to relay his news made him queasy. “You could at least make yourself useful, since I allowed you to come with me.”
“You allowed me to come?” Sherbert repeated, raising her eyebrows.
“That’s right. The Elders didn’t even want you to come.” Herbert’s chin jutted forward, desperate to convince her to relay the news. He glanced at the basket and lowered his voice to a loud whisper. “I made the decision. And now, I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake.”
Sherbert’s lower lip quivered. She took a step towards her brother and poked him in the chest with one finger. “This wasn’t your decision. The Elders asked me to come with you. They thought that you would need my help.”
“You’re making that up,” Herbert said, offended. Why would the Elders think that he needed Sherbert’s help? The idea was preposterous.
“I would have much rather stayed at home and tended my garden. But did I? No. Instead I’m here, risking my life for you.” Sherbert turned her back to him and jumped down from the step.
“Well, I don’t need your help,” Herbert snapped. “I’ve been on plenty of missions. I could have done this one by myself.”
Sherbert scowled. “Fine. If you don’t want me here, then I’m leaving.”
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