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Part III
The sun rose as cheerful as ever, yet I was still in discord. I had the repeated dream of the jackal and his love. The sun had no angle to awake me, for my bed window faced the west. I struggle to open my eyes, but managed despite the restless night I had. I rested a while longer with my eyes the only motion as they studied the walls. When I felt I had the energy to rise I glanced directly downward to see my tail. It was then I noticed my head on backwards. Letting out a grunt, my body twisted to sitting position, and it sat on the bed. I clasped my hands together and tried to regain more energy.
I was soon stricken with a yawn and my head gaped open to inhale, as my upright body stretched. After the yawn, one hand scratched it's side as the other picked my head up by the scalp. Then I stood head in hand and walked out my bedchamber.
I got dressed and placed my head on before I ventured downstairs. There stood John leaning on the counter as he usually does in the morning.
“Morning Robert.” He muttered as he combated a yawn.
“Morning to you too John.” I mimicked.
“How did you sleep?”
“Terribly.” I jostled a jar of coins that sat upon the shelf, “Woke a bit backwards.”
John started a response but changed it, “I will not ask.”
“Please don't.”
I opened the money and started readying the bank, when the thought hit me, “John? What day is it?”
John had forgot as well, searching his memory he suddenly shouted, “SUNDAY!”
“Oh Dear!” Was all I could say.
“Sorry Robert. We don't have to open the bank today.”
“Indeed, but we might miss church. The judge will have my head for this!”
I suddenly realized that statement and specified, “Not literally of course.” Then I paused, “I hope.”
We managed to get to the church in time, and the whole stay, the judge glared at us. This was a common event on a church day, but what made this day different was my mind was focused on other matters.
The church was dismissed on time as usual, and then approached the judge for his average comment, “Another church day and you managed not to burst into flames.”
To my own surprise and much to his I replied, “How does one go about hunting a witch?”
Judge Witley paused for the first time. I left him speechless for a moment.
“Well....you burn them.” He returned. He then saw my expression as I desired for a helpful answer. His smug smile and glaring eyes dissipated, “Do you know of a witch?”
“I can't say. I fear I might have to....”
“Finish, Robert.”
“Nothing. I have nothing to say.” I couldn't believe in my heart the proudest moment I have had in stooping the judge, and I was too overwhelmed in thoughts to revel in it. I walked away without John leaving the judge to piece together what happened.
Upon returning home, I immediately went to my study and sat in my chair wearily. I took up my pipe, lit, and began puffing the tobacco as I pondered what was wrong with me. My mind enveloped in the smoke as I focused on the gray waves.
“Take my Grandfathers head from a witch? Especially one who is my grandmother?” I spoke out to the puffs of smoke, “A pumpkin? Eyes, nose mouth? Sounds as though a jack-o-lantern, but I have yet to see one speak.”
I wandered to my sleepless night, then to my morning. It finally struck me. When I awoke. I stood rapidly. I must have been too tired to realize it. I stared at the fading fireplace and put my hands over my ears. I uplifted my head off it's base and held it outward to my side with one hand supporting it underneath the neck area.
I though to move my free hand and its timing was spot on. I shifted my head to the other hand and once again it was as if I was passing a ball normally. I could feel my fur in my hands and the moisture where my neck was, yet no pain. Testing the other hand proved my theory, I had now perfected timing in my body control. I sat down and placed my head in my lap. Finally it was something to get my mind off the witch.
John arrived soon after and found me napping in my chair, head in lap.
“Robert?”
I jolted awake almost dropping myself from my lap, “JOHN!OH! Dear!”
I grabbed my head, stood up, and placed it on quickly, “Apologies. I was test something and uh....fell asleep.”
“Oh! I see.” He replied nonchalantly, “What's the result?”
I became relief to find he was not disturbed. Even though he know, I still felt awkward being in front of him like that.
I smiled, “I have no delay on my body control.”
“Oh! Good show Robert!”
Later we found ourselves observing the pumpkin that John had retrieved. We were studying it cautiously, both leaning on the counter, our eyes barely past the edge.
“So....is it suppose to talk?” John broke ten minutes of silence.
“I think...It needs a mouth.” I replied.
“Should we cut it then?”
“I was thinking a Jack-o-Lantern.”
“Then we shall.”
We spent time cutting open the pumpkin. We added triangular eyes and triangle nose. The mouth was a half moon crescent.
When we finished it, we went back to studying it.
“So....is it suppose to talk?” John broke ten minutes of silence again.
“I think so.”
“Ask it something.” John ordered
“Me? Why?!” I snapped.
“It's your mission.”
“But....talking to a pumpkin? Thats silly.”
“Well so is your mission.”
“You ask it something!”
“I'm not the one who needs it.”
John caught me again. I couldn't argue any longer. I lifted the pumpkin and felt so odd, “Can you speak?”
The Pumpkin just stared lifeless with its triangular eyes. I shook my head, “No. its not alive.”
“Then what are we suppose to do?” John inquired.
“I don't know. I can't say anything comes to mind.”
We paused and pondered. I paced around the room thinking, as John focused on the Jack-o-Lantern. With a sudden burst a thought hit him.
“Robert.”
My attention turned to him, “Yes?”
John Continued, “Remember the church hallows ball three years ago?”
I remembered. “Yeah! It was a disaster. Frederick Goog was drunk.”
“Remember what he wore when he entered?” John said as he turned to me.
“Yeah! He wore a stupid Pumpkin on his head, shout out that he was the horsema....”
Apparently John got his message across.
“Is that what my Grandfather has to do?”
John shrugged, “It seems to work for him. He's been know to protect the abandoned patch.”
“What was the stories about that Crane fellow?”
John searched his memories, “It was said the last place he was seen a smashed pumpkin marked the spot.”
“So you are saying I must.....wear this thing? On my head?”
John nodded, “Yes. But not on your head. As your head.”
I scoffed and tried to laugh at his jest, until I noticed he was serious.
Rubbing my brow I tried to think of another way, but that seemed the only lead.
“I am going to look ridiculous.”
John approached me, “Hopefully no one will see you.”
“Reassuring John.” I sarcastically retorted
John then took his hands an placed them on my head. He pulled it off and placed me on the counter.
“Wow! Your head is lighter then I thought.” John said to cheer me up.
I crossed my arms and just awaited the pumpkin. John then lifted the lantern and I took it from him. As soon as my hands touched the pumpkin a green fire burst into flames and spewed out of the holes.
My jaw would have dropped if it wasn't pressed against the counter. John backed away, “Robert?!”
“I know John! I am just as surprised as you.”
I moved the pumpkin closer to my head so I can get a look. The fire had no wick nor did it burn the pumpkin. In fact, it wasn't even warm.
“This is odd.” I said.
“Put it on.” John came with anticipation.
I sigh and my hands shook as I uplifted the pumpkin over my neck, and lowered it.
When the pumpkin touched my neck I blacked out. My vision changed then to nothing but green. There I saw my head it's eyes were rolled back. It was lifeless. John came to me and asked something, but I couldn't hear, The only sound was a voice that spoke where my grandfather's head was.
I couldn't control myself. I just attempted to walk out the door. I saw John attempt to stop me. I kept moving forward pushing him back. I strove to stop, to listen, but my body kept listening to the voices.
Finally John removed the pumpkin, and My normal sight instantaneously returned. I stared at an empty room.
“John?” I called out.
He responded from outside, “ROBERT!!!” I felt a pushing on my chest, though I couldn't see the rest of me. I turned and wobbly walked to where the pushing was leading, “John! Guide me! I can't see you.”
In came John with my headless body and a pumpkin in his hand. The lantern wasn't lit anymore.
“What happened Robert?!” John snapped, “You would have exposed yourself.”
“I.....I don't remember.” My mind was blanked, “I had no control.”
“Well here then.” John placed the pumpkin down as I walked over to my head. My balance was off and I swayed trying to get a hang of walking headless.
I made it to my head and I grabbed it and placed it on again, “It seems to lead me, but blindly.”
John nodded, “You might need your head with you at all times. Take a bag with you.”
“That's going to be very uncomfortable.”
“Well it's better then loosing your head in the woods.”
“Point taken. When should I start my search?” I said rubbing my neck.
“At dark. No one is out by then.” John answered.
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The sun rose as cheerful as ever, yet I was still in discord. I had the repeated dream of the jackal and his love. The sun had no angle to awake me, for my bed window faced the west. I struggle to open my eyes, but managed despite the restless night I had. I rested a while longer with my eyes the only motion as they studied the walls. When I felt I had the energy to rise I glanced directly downward to see my tail. It was then I noticed my head on backwards. Letting out a grunt, my body twisted to sitting position, and it sat on the bed. I clasped my hands together and tried to regain more energy.
I was soon stricken with a yawn and my head gaped open to inhale, as my upright body stretched. After the yawn, one hand scratched it's side as the other picked my head up by the scalp. Then I stood head in hand and walked out my bedchamber.
I got dressed and placed my head on before I ventured downstairs. There stood John leaning on the counter as he usually does in the morning.
“Morning Robert.” He muttered as he combated a yawn.
“Morning to you too John.” I mimicked.
“How did you sleep?”
“Terribly.” I jostled a jar of coins that sat upon the shelf, “Woke a bit backwards.”
John started a response but changed it, “I will not ask.”
“Please don't.”
I opened the money and started readying the bank, when the thought hit me, “John? What day is it?”
John had forgot as well, searching his memory he suddenly shouted, “SUNDAY!”
“Oh Dear!” Was all I could say.
“Sorry Robert. We don't have to open the bank today.”
“Indeed, but we might miss church. The judge will have my head for this!”
I suddenly realized that statement and specified, “Not literally of course.” Then I paused, “I hope.”
We managed to get to the church in time, and the whole stay, the judge glared at us. This was a common event on a church day, but what made this day different was my mind was focused on other matters.
The church was dismissed on time as usual, and then approached the judge for his average comment, “Another church day and you managed not to burst into flames.”
To my own surprise and much to his I replied, “How does one go about hunting a witch?”
Judge Witley paused for the first time. I left him speechless for a moment.
“Well....you burn them.” He returned. He then saw my expression as I desired for a helpful answer. His smug smile and glaring eyes dissipated, “Do you know of a witch?”
“I can't say. I fear I might have to....”
“Finish, Robert.”
“Nothing. I have nothing to say.” I couldn't believe in my heart the proudest moment I have had in stooping the judge, and I was too overwhelmed in thoughts to revel in it. I walked away without John leaving the judge to piece together what happened.
Upon returning home, I immediately went to my study and sat in my chair wearily. I took up my pipe, lit, and began puffing the tobacco as I pondered what was wrong with me. My mind enveloped in the smoke as I focused on the gray waves.
“Take my Grandfathers head from a witch? Especially one who is my grandmother?” I spoke out to the puffs of smoke, “A pumpkin? Eyes, nose mouth? Sounds as though a jack-o-lantern, but I have yet to see one speak.”
I wandered to my sleepless night, then to my morning. It finally struck me. When I awoke. I stood rapidly. I must have been too tired to realize it. I stared at the fading fireplace and put my hands over my ears. I uplifted my head off it's base and held it outward to my side with one hand supporting it underneath the neck area.
I though to move my free hand and its timing was spot on. I shifted my head to the other hand and once again it was as if I was passing a ball normally. I could feel my fur in my hands and the moisture where my neck was, yet no pain. Testing the other hand proved my theory, I had now perfected timing in my body control. I sat down and placed my head in my lap. Finally it was something to get my mind off the witch.
John arrived soon after and found me napping in my chair, head in lap.
“Robert?”
I jolted awake almost dropping myself from my lap, “JOHN!OH! Dear!”
I grabbed my head, stood up, and placed it on quickly, “Apologies. I was test something and uh....fell asleep.”
“Oh! I see.” He replied nonchalantly, “What's the result?”
I became relief to find he was not disturbed. Even though he know, I still felt awkward being in front of him like that.
I smiled, “I have no delay on my body control.”
“Oh! Good show Robert!”
Later we found ourselves observing the pumpkin that John had retrieved. We were studying it cautiously, both leaning on the counter, our eyes barely past the edge.
“So....is it suppose to talk?” John broke ten minutes of silence.
“I think...It needs a mouth.” I replied.
“Should we cut it then?”
“I was thinking a Jack-o-Lantern.”
“Then we shall.”
We spent time cutting open the pumpkin. We added triangular eyes and triangle nose. The mouth was a half moon crescent.
When we finished it, we went back to studying it.
“So....is it suppose to talk?” John broke ten minutes of silence again.
“I think so.”
“Ask it something.” John ordered
“Me? Why?!” I snapped.
“It's your mission.”
“But....talking to a pumpkin? Thats silly.”
“Well so is your mission.”
“You ask it something!”
“I'm not the one who needs it.”
John caught me again. I couldn't argue any longer. I lifted the pumpkin and felt so odd, “Can you speak?”
The Pumpkin just stared lifeless with its triangular eyes. I shook my head, “No. its not alive.”
“Then what are we suppose to do?” John inquired.
“I don't know. I can't say anything comes to mind.”
We paused and pondered. I paced around the room thinking, as John focused on the Jack-o-Lantern. With a sudden burst a thought hit him.
“Robert.”
My attention turned to him, “Yes?”
John Continued, “Remember the church hallows ball three years ago?”
I remembered. “Yeah! It was a disaster. Frederick Goog was drunk.”
“Remember what he wore when he entered?” John said as he turned to me.
“Yeah! He wore a stupid Pumpkin on his head, shout out that he was the horsema....”
Apparently John got his message across.
“Is that what my Grandfather has to do?”
John shrugged, “It seems to work for him. He's been know to protect the abandoned patch.”
“What was the stories about that Crane fellow?”
John searched his memories, “It was said the last place he was seen a smashed pumpkin marked the spot.”
“So you are saying I must.....wear this thing? On my head?”
John nodded, “Yes. But not on your head. As your head.”
I scoffed and tried to laugh at his jest, until I noticed he was serious.
Rubbing my brow I tried to think of another way, but that seemed the only lead.
“I am going to look ridiculous.”
John approached me, “Hopefully no one will see you.”
“Reassuring John.” I sarcastically retorted
John then took his hands an placed them on my head. He pulled it off and placed me on the counter.
“Wow! Your head is lighter then I thought.” John said to cheer me up.
I crossed my arms and just awaited the pumpkin. John then lifted the lantern and I took it from him. As soon as my hands touched the pumpkin a green fire burst into flames and spewed out of the holes.
My jaw would have dropped if it wasn't pressed against the counter. John backed away, “Robert?!”
“I know John! I am just as surprised as you.”
I moved the pumpkin closer to my head so I can get a look. The fire had no wick nor did it burn the pumpkin. In fact, it wasn't even warm.
“This is odd.” I said.
“Put it on.” John came with anticipation.
I sigh and my hands shook as I uplifted the pumpkin over my neck, and lowered it.
When the pumpkin touched my neck I blacked out. My vision changed then to nothing but green. There I saw my head it's eyes were rolled back. It was lifeless. John came to me and asked something, but I couldn't hear, The only sound was a voice that spoke where my grandfather's head was.
I couldn't control myself. I just attempted to walk out the door. I saw John attempt to stop me. I kept moving forward pushing him back. I strove to stop, to listen, but my body kept listening to the voices.
Finally John removed the pumpkin, and My normal sight instantaneously returned. I stared at an empty room.
“John?” I called out.
He responded from outside, “ROBERT!!!” I felt a pushing on my chest, though I couldn't see the rest of me. I turned and wobbly walked to where the pushing was leading, “John! Guide me! I can't see you.”
In came John with my headless body and a pumpkin in his hand. The lantern wasn't lit anymore.
“What happened Robert?!” John snapped, “You would have exposed yourself.”
“I.....I don't remember.” My mind was blanked, “I had no control.”
“Well here then.” John placed the pumpkin down as I walked over to my head. My balance was off and I swayed trying to get a hang of walking headless.
I made it to my head and I grabbed it and placed it on again, “It seems to lead me, but blindly.”
John nodded, “You might need your head with you at all times. Take a bag with you.”
“That's going to be very uncomfortable.”
“Well it's better then loosing your head in the woods.”
“Point taken. When should I start my search?” I said rubbing my neck.
“At dark. No one is out by then.” John answered.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1784533/
Prev: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1767913/
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