Sunday, 26 July 2015

Time's Running Out

"So I guess we're going to be stopping around here while Purlean has her babies?" The Fly and I had retreated slightly back into the forest.

"Oh no, there's something very important I'm going to take you to see before that happens." The Fly wiped a bit of leaf he was consuming from his mouth with the back of his spindly arm.

"But she's so heavily pregnant, surely it's best that she remains where she is?" I was finding myself feeling very maternal towards Purlean, something about the way she was sitting her belly exposed to the sun, or maybe that look in her eye, the one that shouts contentment.

"Ursa may love Purlean but she's got a task to complete, have you forgotten she's still got the Ruby and Sapphire of Mar to collect. Purlean giving birth hasn't diverted her from that plan."

I looked at The Fly who was still tiding himself up and looked not in the slightest worried.

"But what about the babies, shouldn't they be the highest priority."

"Oh they are, don't get me wrong, they are of the highest priority but times running out for Ursa, she's about to enter the town of Troubledom, about a mile or so down the road."

"Troubledom! Doesn't exactly sound inviting."

"It's not, it's the place all the rule breakers from around here are sent, not somewhere someone would go to unless they had a really good reason. The perfect sort of place to store the Ruby of Mar. I mean who would willingly enter the lions den?"

I looked back at Purlean, purring her stomach exposed to the sun, fearing I knew exactly the answer to that question. I turned back to look at The Fly, my green eyes glaring danger and excitement;


The Fly smiled, "You got it and you'd better be prepared this is going to be ugly!"

Saturday, 25 July 2015

I Guess Only Time Will Tell

I turned to The Fly, a concerned look fighting it's way through my skull.

"As great news at that is, isn't it a bit dangerous for Purlean, hanging around with Ursa I mean?"

The Fly shrugged his shoulders;

"Not as much as you'd think, Ursa loves Purlean, she's one of the only things in this world that she doesn't scheme about. Oh no Ursa's been taking very good care of her."

I felt slightly relieved but still wasn't convinced.

"So how come we jumped so much time?"

The Fly thought for a moment, his hundred eyes searching for an answer in different directions.

"I really have no idea, it's never happened before and I've done this tour more times that I could ever remember."

He smiled at me;

"Maybe a bit of magic escaped out and affecting things. This is the Enchanted Forest still not all magic comes from the hands of people, nature has it's own way of making what it needs to happen, happen." and shrugged.

I stretched contemplating his words, nothing makes much sense here, I guess only time will tell!

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Hang On A Second

"Hang on a second, where are we?"

This place certainly did not look like the place we were at earlier, no lake and the grass was a deeper shade of emerald. Ursa was taking a nap, under a great oak tree, and I could see Leopold and The Darling, Darling heading down a small pathway into the wood.

"Oh dear, I think we've jumped a bit too far in the future. I don't know how that's happened, it's never happened before."

The fly turned to me and smiled;


"What do you mean sorry? I was looking forward to seeing what happened between Purlean and Leopold."

"You can," the Fly smiled,"Can't you guess?"

I looked back at Purlean sitting on a mound of grass cleaning Bob who was giggling as her tongue tickled his face, I didn't understand what The Fly meant.

"I don't get it?"

The Fly smiled and nodded.

"Look carefully!"

I turned back Leopold wasn't there but they were obviously still together, this little group was growing in size, and Purlean was still cleaning Bob, although she'd now moved down to his toes, he was giggling harder than before, well you would wouldn't you?

"Huh?" I wished The Fly would just tell me.

"Look at Purlean, really carefully."

He nodded at her again, she'd finished cleaning Bob who was now laying flat on his back, enjoying some sun rays as they shone through the tree canopy, Purlean was stretching out.

"Her stomach!"

The Fly grinned.

"What? I can see she's put on a bit of weight, but what's that got to do with anything?"

The Fly really was beginning to annoy me now.

"Well you would wouldn't you, if you were pregnant!"



The Fly nodded;

"By the look of her, I'd say about 8 or 9 weeks. Not long to go now!"