Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Penelope’s Wrath


Wednesday, September 2

For the last few nights, my hammock rocked me to sleep. I felt so refreshed every morning when I woke up. I made one error in my post the other night. The trees which I tied my hammock to happened to be in the front yard instead of the backyard. Yet, the weather cooperated and I found the past few nights to be quite comfortable. Though last night, I did have to put on a bit more cover. I got chilled and woke with the sniffles.

Omman and Thenal haven’t slept too well since Sunday. They seemed to be worried about what Penelope has planned for them. Yesterday, they moved around so lethargically that Stone called them a pair of ‘zombies.’ He said that they need a visit from the ‘Sandman.’ I have no idea what he is referring to. To me they looked like the living dead and needed to get some sleep.

This morning when I woke, I found Penelope siting on Stone’s porch. I stretched for a few seconds then it dawned on me that she was up to something. My internal alarm told me to get the Valdarna out of the way.

Like I said in an earlier post, I enjoyed watching Penelope do her thing – as long as it wasn’t done against me. As I took the chair beside her, she flipped a switch to a box she held in her hand.

Then I realized that Stone had his wood working equipment out along with some supplies. A chill went down my spine. I have no idea what Penelope had up her sleeve, but I knew I was glad I had not crossed her this time. I could be in my room with the other two.

Yet, my curiosity got the better of me. Before I could ask her what she was up to, she placed a giant yellow jacket in my hand. Her hand stopped me from bolting. Then I noticed small slits in its back. After examining it closer, I realized that I held a mechanical yellow jacket. Its ceramic body measured about three times the insect’s original size.

That satisfied some of my questions. Then a low rumble came from within the trailer. The outside wall of the trailer exploded with wood splinters flying in all directions. Omman and Thenal came flying through the wall leaving a gapping I it and got entangled in my hammock. As Stone said in the past, they sounded like a couple little girls screaming. Before too long, they fell silent.

When I checked on them, I found them in a panic coma. One of the many frailties we Varnark have cultivated into our psyche. They stood stiff as a couple of boards.

Stone began working on repairing the hole in the wall. He said something about making a swinging door just to let us go out when we panic. Replacing the walls every other week just costs him too much.

I followed Penelope into the trailer. She asked me if I wanted to check out her handiwork. When I entered the room, I did not see anything out of the ordinary. Then I got close to the bed and found a plastic box. I ran my hand in front of it. From around the room, these mechanical yellow jackets began to crawl. They produced a swarming sound.

Chances are that it was the three mechanical bugs I found crawling on Thenal’s and Omman’s beds that caused their panic.

Penelope entered the room to collect her bugs, control unit and sound activated switch. She still refuses to tell me what she did with the real bugs. I am not going to push it either. They may find their way into my sleeping bag if I am not careful.

Now, I have to figure out what to do about a couple of petrified Varnark.

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