Into the Enchanted Forest

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The clock was ticking. Would this new boy make it back? Mr Kiljoy looked at the clock as he walked the dismal streets of London. He was growing anxious. How much time did he have left? The doctors wouldn’t say.

If this boy completed the mission, it would change Mr Kiljoy’s life and the boy’s life, too. If he failed, Mr. Kiljoy would have to look for another orphan boy, and that would take more time, which he didn’t have.

Straightening his tie, he thought about how he really was a good guy, doing these boys a favor.

After grabbing them from the street he would take them to his house and the housekeeper would draw them a hot bath with bubbles galore.

After the bath, the cook had a bountiful meal ready for them. The eyes of the boys almost bulged out of their heads when they saw all the food on the table. Yes, he was kind indeed. All he asked of each boy was a small favor in return for his kindness.

The boys always exhibited excitement when he told them about the favor. What adventurous boy doesn’t like going into a forest?

They would be all smiles as they slept in a cozy, feather bed the night before starting the grand adventure. All they had to do was go into the forest and bring back the enchanted goblet. A goblet that would always fill itself with a magical potion when one was ill. It cured every disease. It was Mr Kiljoy’s last hope.

Upon delivering the plum purple goblet into the hands of Mr Kiljoy, the boy would be richly rewarded. The boy would never have to worry where his next meal would come from and would always have a soft bed to sleep on. The lucky boy would be his heir. All Mr Kiljoy had would belong to him.

Ecstatic, the boy would immediately say yes to Mr Kiljoy. He would agree to retrieve the goblet from the enchanted forest with no hesitation.

Mr Kiljoy may hold back one small detail. For if he was to tell them, they may refuse to do the favor.

The goblet belonged to a giant who wasn’t as kind as Mr Kiljoy. He didn’t like little boys who tried to take away his enchanted goblet.

Fie- Fi- Fo- Fum.

Grumbly, the giant lived in the enchanted forest and was getting quite tired of the little boys disturbing him. His anger grew stronger, with each attempt that was made to steal his enchanted goblet.

He also was developing a nasty headache from all the screaming that came from the boys, whom he had locked in cages. Holding his head, he rocked back and forth on the ground. Something would soon need to be done about their squalling.

Meanwhile, Jack had reached the forest a few minutes ago. He was still salivating the sweet taste of the delicious dessert that Mr. Kiljoy had served. It was the biggest piece of chocolate cake he had ever seen. The cherry icing was so thick on top of the cake. It was heavenly.

He hoped that he could find the plum purple goblet soon, for his stomach was growling with anticipation for more cake and fried chicken.

Jack saw the trail of books that Mr.Kiljoy had mentioned. He smiled. How hard could this be? Thinking of the crown that Mr. Kiljoy offered him on his return, Jack started down the path.

*to be continued..*