I love to write, as is obvious, but having wonderful “followers” makes it all the more fun! I appreciate all of you who take the time to read my posts that vary between the serious and as one follower described it, “zany” posts.
I recently ended a crazy series about Anna/Tanya and love how many of you stayed with me throughout the several stories of series that doesn’t seem to end! In my last post, Farewell Anna! one of my followers, who has a great sense of humor, added onto the story. I do have creative followers who love to add their insights into my stories, making me laugh and yes at times, ….”smack my head”… If you read the comments in my stories I am sure you have noticed that!
I was thinking of how the addition that this follower wrote needed to be shared, and then he surprised me last night with another part to his story. He wondered if I would like to use it for a post and I loved the idea! His additional conclusion to my story will be in 2 parts. I hope you enjoy Part 1 today. Laughter is something needed every day and I do believe you will get that from Jason’s story. I am sure Jason would appreciate hearing your thoughts on his contribution to a saga, that has grown into much more than what had started out as just a simple story! Thanks Jason for sharing your creativity! For those of you not familiar with the story about Anna, it may help to know that Betsy is a cow, like no other cow, and Portia is a pig
About a year later, under the deep emerald blue seas, in a cave with an opening shaped like a heart… bubbles rose from the inky black depths and settled against the roof of the cave. Deep within the cave, there were dim lights moving through the darkness. Three divers pressed on through the meandering passages until they arrived at a large underground cavern filled with air. The three emerged from the black water and into the cave.
“Snort, the map was correct” grunted Portia, her azure green eyes glimmering with greed.
“It better be. It cost moooore gallons of milk than I can count.” said Betsy, water dripping from her cowbell.
“You ladies going to sit here clucking, or are we going to find the gold. Cluck Cluck.” said the un-named chicken.
“Won’t the farmer be suspicious?” snorted Portia.
“No, he thinks we’re sweet dumb farm animals.” said Betsy with a disdainful sneer.
“Come on! Cluck Cluck. Into the cave. Times wasting!”
With nothing but their flashlights against the overpowering darkness, our three unsuspecting treasure hunters pressed on into the cave. When suddenly a rush of wind passed Betsy ear, she dropped to the ground just as a blade shot across where her head had been a second before.
“Mooooooo!” Betsy bellowed “There are udder traps, I mean booby traps in this place.”
“Yeah, snort, you two be careful.” said Portia with a smirk on her snout.
They pressed on through the darkness. “What’s that up ahead?” clucked the chicken. There was a rush of metal and bones and the chicken was caught off guard.
After the feathers had settled, Betsy and Portia could see the poor chicken run through with the dead pirates sword. His skull appearing to be agape in laughter.
“Pirate Sanders the gray beard!” Gasped Betsy.
“I hear he was a colonel before becoming a pirate.” oinked Portia. “Snort. We must be more careful lest we end up skewered like the chicken.”
When they got to the entrance to a larger cavern, Portia came to a sudden halt. “Mooooove.” bellowed Betsy.
“No, wait!” Portia snorted “It could be another trap!”
Betsy and Portia carefully shined their lights around until they found the carefully concealed trip wire and saw the trap. “You really saved our bacon, Portia.” mooed Betsy.
They carefully stepped over the trip wire and reached the treasure chest at the center of the chamber. It was filled with gold coins that gleamed in the light of their flashlights. And on top there was a crown. Betsy read the inscription in the inside.
“What does it say? Oink, What does it say?” snorted Portia, because pigs can’t read.
“It says ‘King Jack’” said Betsy with a chuckle “I wondered what became of him.”
Betsy and Portia began hauling the treasure chest back through the cave to the water’s edge. As they neared the waters edge Betsy turned just in time to see Portia rushing her and slammed her against the cave wall. “The gold is all mine!” snorted Portia.
“Not so fast.” Betsy bellowed as she became a whirlwind of hooves and horns. Hooves, and horns, and a cowbell rained punishment down on Portia. Portia fell against the cave floor and Betsy pounced on her to end it once and for all.
But at the last second Portia darted to the side and put those years of karate practice into effect. She landed a pork chop to Betsy’s head and a ham hock to her rump. Betsy was being pummeled and tenderized by Portia’s knuckles. But Betsy still had fight left in her and t-boned Portia driving the wind out of her.
The two competitors tusselled on the floor, in an udderly ridiculous struggle to see who would hog all of the gold for herself. Their were snorts, and moooos, and the continuous ringing of a cowbell….
Late that evening after the sun had set and the sky was deep magentas and indigo, something emerged from the surf on the shore of Tanya’s island. Four hooves hit the wet sand dragging an old treasure chest, off to find an abandoned row boat. The faint honking of a goose was heard high in the sky.
(to be continued)