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This second photographic addition will utilize our pigeon photos as a dual comparison to better
assist Breeders with genotypic color and variety evaluation; especially with the deceptive ‘Blue’
Phenotypes appearing as ‘Reds’. It is envisaged that once a Breeder has acquired the ability to
Systematically analyse the established points of color and variety identification, by way of close
observation and an accurate database with recording hereditary lineage -  he or she will become
confident in their genotypic and phenotypic declarations. To also be featured is a selection of
interesting photographs and relevant avian literature. A.A.R.O’s sole purpose in establishing this
progressive website is to assist Breeders in the identification of all color varieties relevant to
Columba livia.
Charcoal & Blue-head Ash Red Genotypes as a comparative to the Homozygous Indigo variety
There are Homozygous Indigo Genotypes
that are also Blue-head reflective and one
may be deceived into thinking all such exhibited
Phenotypes are Genotypic Indigo. We have
Photos via email attachment (courtesy of Frank
Mosca) of these Blue-head Indigos’ and would
like to exhibit them here, but have not the
permission to clearly demonstrate an observable
differential between the two varieties
As a comparison we will exhibit our Homozygous
Indigo pigeons to compare with our mutative
Ash Reds. This observation and data base
technique should assist the viewer to more
accurately identify between the two Genotypes
To date no one has come forward to present us
with any photographic evidence of Charcoal-head
and face mutative specimens other than those
bred by A.A.R.O!
   Ash Red Blue-head T-pattern
Velvet Checker - Ash Red Genotype
Homozygous Indigo
I must now clarify that comparative color
identification from photographs alone is at best -
calculated guesswork and breeding records are
a necessary component to ensure a correct
evaluation prior to declaration of Genotype and
Phenotype. Points to consider between the two
varieties under the microscope: (1) The red pigment
exhibited by Ash Reds is clearly sharper and a
mature Phenotype displays a higher degree
of Iridescence than the duller pigmentation of
Homo-Indigos’ - please compare photos
(2) The rump and tail of Ash Reds are never blue in
coloration and exhibited as ash or ash/white blend
Cock birds more so than hens - display black-flecking,
whereas Hetero & Homo Indigos' do not.   
This Charcoal-face exhibits all the identifying
features of Ash Red Genotypes - the second
photo also clearly displays the denseness of
black melanin to the crop and the unmistakable
Silver Crescent (one finds with a Silver Mealy).
No Heterozygous nor Homozygous Indigo
Genotypes possess Black & Ash-Red-Silver
pigment traits and this will always be a defining
tell tale sign of the Genotypic differentiation
between the two ‘Dominant’ varieties -
One sex-linked and the other genetically
Autosomal. Dilution is also applicable to
Homozygous Indigo’s and these deceptive
Blue Genotypes appear as Phenotypic yellows.
Heterozygous Indigo - A Blue Genotype
Homozygous Indigo - A Blue Genotype
Charcoal-head & face Ash Reds  
              
Please compare photos
If a viewer is in need
of further clarification
please feel free to email
A.A.R.O -
mannybirdman@hotmail.com
Ash Red Blue-head T-pattern
Velvet hen
Established Color Varieties
Clouded Ash Red Checker cock
Clouded Ash Red Checker cock caring for young
Dominant Opal Steel-Blue cock with Pink Bars and one very eye catching offspring
Nice type Indigo Blue Bar cock
Nice depth of color with this young Kite Scale-Pattern
                          Pied cock/Almond
Pink-lace Reduced hen
Recessive Red Pied and Indigo Velvet Pied hens
The Adelaide Zoo Continued
Madison & Isabelle
Basic Pigeon Science
Color Classification
Top of page
Grizzle (G): Autosomal Dominant that produces variable feather color pigmentation and results in a
blue, black and white blending of coloration; exhibiting a speckled effect, especially around the head
and neck. There are many color variations of Grizzle - Homozygous Genotypes appear as a white
pigeon with black edging to wings and tail. The Grizzling effect is masked to a great degree by the
following modifiers: Recessive Red, Spread and Bronze. The very rare mutative White Grizzle is not
to be confused with the Homozygous variety and Grizzles referred to as Stork. The White Grizzles
bred all exhibit a sparse amount of black flecking.
Spread (S): As an Autosomal Constitution this terminology refers to a Black-self coloured pigeon that
produces uniformity of melanin and mutative of the Wild Type standard - Blue/Black Pigeons; also
recognized as one of many modifiers. Dilute of Black-self is Dun.
Recessive Opal (o): Often and erroneously referred to as Mosaics by the racing pigeon fraternity
and is Autosomal Recessive in Genotype - produces a variable color effect  of pastel shades such as
red and pink; also lacing of flight feathers. The majority of racing pigeons carry this trait as do
many feral's.
Dominant Opal (Od): An Autosomal mutation that produces many beautiful phenotypic color shades
and white to pink barring. As a recognised lethal gene carrier it is not recommended to pair up two
Dominant Genotypes.
Smooth Spread: this term is used to describe the heavily pigmented areas such as the tail bar and
ends of flight feathers - referred to as Remiges.
Course Spread: refers to the dense pigmented areas of the Shield i.e. Checkering & Bars - Rectrices

Barless Pigeons are not sex linked and as recessive Autosomal in Genotype this mutative trait
eliminates any course spread pigment in the shield area
Indigo (In): This Genotype was discovered by Wendell Levi and is a Dominant Autosomal that mimics
Ash Red very well and may fool the less than observant breeder. The homozygous Indigo exhibits a
rust-red coloration to the head, neck, chest and shield areas and has a bluish steel-grey rump and tail.
Heterozygous Indigo mated with Wild-Type-Spread produces a beautiful colour-patterned phenotype –
the Andalusian. Dilute of Homozygous Indigo is Phenotypic Yellow.
Recessive Red (e): This appealing color variety is yet another Autosomal mutation that produces a regular
distribution of Phaeomelanin pigment. The red tail of a Recessive Red is what clearly identifies the
Genotype from Ash Reds – here the tail is an ash/white blend and may exhibit a varying degree of black
flecking. The feathering's of Recessive Reds are red to the ends and therefore any pigeons conforming to
these defining colour traits may confidently be recorded as such and these observations should help to
avoid confusion between the Ash Red & Indigo genotypes.
Milky (my): An Autosomal recessive colour modifying genotype that produces a noticeable lightening hue.
Pale Blue pigeons (Wild-Type-Dilutes) are similar to Milky and one needs to be astutely observant whenever
recording this genotypic trait. A recessive gene needs to be Homozygous in order to be expressed in the
Phenotype – visual medium.
Smoky (sy): Autosomal recessive genotype that in the phenotype produces a mist-like-blurring effect that
is more pronounced in checkers than the bar variety. This mutative trait tends to lighten the beak, cere
and overall ground colour area which may either be lightened or darkened. Smoky is erroneously referred
to as Slate and this needs to be addressed and rectified - for a true Slate is a Dominant Autosomal.
With Smoky there is a masking of the white margin on the outer tail feathers; also a darkening of the
rump, underwing coverts and a lightening of the tips of Rectrices.
Slate (Sl): A Dominant Autosomal genotype that has a dual phenotypic effect in the Heterozygous.
(1.) In comparison to Smoky, a basic Slate is not blurred in its Checkering. The shield pattern is of a darker
tone and exhibits a varying grey-hue than the overall ground colour. The crop area coloration is variable and
expresses itself  thus: from a light Slate-grey to a purple-blended-black. (2.) The second variation of the
mutative slate exhibits a golden-hue to the checkering within the confines of the shield. A.A.R.O aptly refers
to the new mutation variation as a Golden-shield Slate. Slate appears to blend very well with Indigo, Bronze
and Opal Genotypes. Breeding experiments are being presently conducted with all other colour varieties
and photos to duly be posted. The darkest shade of Slate has been classified as Black-Satin and is
produced in both the Golden-Shield variety and the basic Slate. With the breeding of the project’s first of
Spread Slates’, it has been established that our pure mutative Slates are not of a Wild Type Constitution
(Blue/Black). Slate certainly appears to be a very complex and independent Genotype within the Species.



Homozygous Kite (for both E and K ) with a Homozygous Recessive Red mating should theoretically produce only
Kite offspring. The T-pattern Black Velvets (Kites) are most favoured in mating to basic Almonds to produce the
Classic Almond. An intimate mixture of yellow and dun is the Dilution of Kite.
(Kᴬ)
Clean-legged Forellen Ice hen x Barless Blue cock
 and F 1 generation: Ice/Barless Blue offspring
Pigeons on Parade
Scale-Pattern Bronze hen/Ash Red Dilute
Glossy Kite T-pattern Pied cock with
white flights and carrying Almond
Faded Grizzle cock/Indigo
Black Velvet cock with Stockings
Blue Bar Pied cock with 
 Crescent & Stockings




Reduced hen
                                 A.A.R.O’s Pride & Joy.
This Ash Red Charcoal-head Checker cock
is presently presumed to be a globally unique mutation.
We are currently building up this mutative family of
Ash Reds. It is anticipated a Black-head Genotype may
soon be realized. If any viewing Breeder has a similar
Charcoal-head mutation we welcome photographic
evidence and recorded data as to a clearly documented
Ash Red parental lineage.
Dunbar hen
This is the first of an eagerly awaited progeny produced
from the mating of Ash Red Blue-head mutation cock x
Ash Red Blue-head hen. Please note the well defined
variegation of ash/white primary flights that were realized
with our first mutative Blue-head Ash Red variety.
A tell tale trait  to observe and not a hint of Indigo present
here folks! If we need to be enlightened in any manner as
to our declarations here - please feel free to do so and
A.A.R.O is more than happy to stand corrected. It has now
become obvious that the Ash Red DNA constitution has
been genetically altered to produce this unique mutative
variegation blend of ash & white on Spread – also a
genetic change to the Rectrices (tail feathers).
Special Lighting was
used to clearly exhibit
the white and ash
Variegation to our young
Spread Ash Cock’s
primary flights
and thereby ensuring
there are no
misconceptions as to
the validity of our
photographic declarations.

The Blue-head hen shown
hereunder is the Dam and
the first  of the Ash Red
mutations  to clearly exhibit
the wing Variegation and
blended ash-white color
pigment to the  tail.
Ash Red Genotypes
Homozygous Spread-Indigo
Dilute Genotype - Yellow
Ash Red Blue-head hen
with Variegated ash/white
        Primary flights
Homozygous Indigo Grizzle
            ‘On the prowl!’
Manny Arquette
On the eighth day God created Pigeons
Manny Arquette
Dec.18, 2009
In The Beginning
Manny Arquette
Color Shades & Pigeon Varieties
Sottobanca Family of Pigeons
Pigeons of the Middle East
Jan. 8, 2010
Glitter Girls

Dancing Divas & Foot Floundering Fools
Feb. 18, 2010
Crazy Pictures Animations & Party Hearty Girls
Animated Landscapes
Gut Busters & Hubba! Hubba! Hubba! Flicks
Secret World of Whispers
By Manny Arquette
Chapter Nineteen



 


Prior to death, Jimmy Hanson was privy to satanic foreboding waiting to manifest itself.
The creation of the Magic Garden gave rise to a counter balance of power combating the
evil metaphysical apocalypse. Bihnt was a pivotal force toward this end. The presence of
Jasmine Foley, unknowingly spiritually anointed by her father and High Priest, was the
catalytic fuse to set the all consuming satanic wheels in motion. Her father went missing
when Jasmine was three. It was inconclusively reported the witch burned at the stake.
In the unification of warring tribes to amass in their advance, there was a band of scurrilous
pretenders to the Holy Crusade. The highly rewarded infiltrators were the tactical eyes and
ears of the Volks. As leader, Hedron knew the Volks and allied forces were not an Invincible
force against Bihnt’s powerful disciples in magic.        
Two days before the ensuing insurrection, a gathering of enemy warring chiefs secretively
took place. The den of iniquity chosen to accommodate war mongers was a satanic bordello.
The House of Disrepute was heavily guarded and accessible by ship. As it so happened,
Trundlezee and Vianda were invited and relished the opportunity to avenge humiliating
withdrawal from battle at the hands of Prince Worrell. Sixteen tribal lords arrived to comfort
themselves within. Whilst awaiting Hedron and Lothan’s arrival, the ale flowed freely and the
live entertainment was sizzling to say the least.
Guests were attended by six dutiful elves. The catering for a speciality menu of delectable
offerings was second to none. Head waiter was an elf called Johjon and responsible for
ensuring warlords were content with services provided. A spy amongst the elves was a
female warrior spy known as Vinka. She would report back to Bihnt. In the Volks enduring
absence, tension between some savage tribal chiefs was building and raucous laughter
swiftly turn to snarling abusive fits of aggressive behaviour; not only towards each other,
especially so the passive bordello staff.
In a dark secluded corner sat a fearsome looking individual of the Karrajong tribe. Jago was
a muscle bound, broad shouldered brute. His explosive psychotic nature made him persona
non grata to all but Volks. Lying quietly at his feet a hairless beast the size of a panther. A
huge head of glistening incisors ensuring none would dare aggrieve its lord and master. Jago
becoming exceedingly impatient slammed a clenched fist atop the table, causing heads
to turn and Johjon to hurry his troublesome way.
“Might Johjon be of some helpful service oh gracious Lord?”  
“Jago tires of this damnable festering hellhole! So better you now take your slimy elfin hide to
soon deliver another plate of fresh pork belly offerings. Not forgetting a table keg of your long
absent master’s finest ale!”  
“But my esteemed, gracious Lord. This would surely be a sixth helping. And Johjon fears a
Karrajong's choice of order is in short supply with satisfying one’s infinite appetite and thirst.”
The elf nervously replied, ensuring to keep safe distance from the ever watchful animal.
“Jago doesn’t give a rat’s rotting carcass! You...you belly aching, cowardly son of an elfin
maggot! Now do as I say...or Jago’s axe shall split Johjon’s diminutive hide in two!. And in
doing so, shall delight in savouring your juicy elfin brain, whilst feeding your flesh and bones
to the ravenous Mordok!”
Jago’s intimidating abuse saw the anxious waiter dashing for the well guarded kitchen.
An incensed tribal chief and dark skinned slave left their table to approach.
Sensing certain trouble, the seemingly sleeping Mordok arose and with magnetic glaring
vision monitored the Waddawin’s and well-built bodyguard’s approach.     
(See Pigeon Facts for chapters 1-18)
Standing at the table, before speaking his mind, the Warlord apprised the volatile matter.
His loyal subject’s eyes focused on the snarling beast. So arrogantly dismissive of their
intrusive presence, Jago contemptuously pat his blood thirsting pet.
“It has sadly come to a Waddawin’s notice, perhaps the Karrajong’s fighting prowess comes
from little more than the ungracious and pitiful bullying of passive souls seen to carry no
protective weaponry?”
Standing eye to eye, Jago’s right hand clutched the base of the long handled axe at his left
side. The snarling Mordok begun to freely salivate and bare its fangs at the confronting,
would be aggressors.
  
“Does my intrusive Waddawin friend seek to hide behind the girlish skirt of a dark slave to
empower his untested bravado? And if so...a forgiving Karrajong warrior might choose to turn
a blind eye and so permit a peaceful retreat without royal bloodshed?”
Vinka was among the highly attentive audience and prayed a fight would persist. For in her
sparkling green eyes any casualty amongst the satanic warring tribes was a welcomed one.
Unsheathing his sword in a lightening move, Oberon responded accordingly!
“I am truly moved by my witty Karrajong friend’s kind offer! However, an astute Waddawin
never turns his back on a foul smelling and cowardly miscreant!”  
Before Oberon’s challenging words faded into oblivion, the glistening axe was swiftly airborne
and targeting Oberon’s helmeted skull. The savage Mordok was also in full flight, as the vicious
creature pounced in attacking the defending slave called Framm!
The blood thirsty onlookers exploded into vociferous embodiment of supportive cries. As fighting
intensity heightened, the fiery wind of encouragement blew the battling Waddawin’s highly skilled
way. A near miss to Oberon’s head saw the tribal chief fall to the floor and roll his way in
defensive escape from Jago’s relentless attack. The bodyguard was floor-bound in averting the
mauling endeavours of the powerful Mordok. With bloodied bare hands at the beast’s throat and
feet in life preserving scissors hold, Framm bravely struggled to keep the snapping beast at bay!
“Come on Oberon! Slice the fraggin’ swine’s ugly head off!”  
Vinka called out. Her foolishness decisively seen to by Johjon. With the fight in full swing, a
disgruntled elfin spy was escorted to the staff room; for a well-meaning, brow beating reprimand.
At a time of Oberon’s skilful fighting prowess coming to fruition in preparing to run the axe
wielding Jago through the heart to claim unheralded victory and just vindication in the eyes of
many - the ear deafening noise of a Volks horn decisively brought the noisy brothel to a hush!
In strode Hedron and brother Lothan; together with several heavily armed bodyguards. The faintly
breathing Mordok lay in a pool of blood. Starkly protruding from the ailing beast’s thick scaly neck
was Framm’s deeply imbedded dagger.
“I see and find my most welcomed guests are keeping in marked practice for our ensuing
battle with the awaiting king and idle soldiers of Harrogate Castle. It would please me and my
brother to sit and watch the entertaining games unfold. However, Hedron has far more
important counsel at hand!” The Volks Overlord sharply declared.
returned to his righted table. Whilst Oberon sat with a grin a mile wide and Framm pondered his
good fortunes, the devilishly conspired meeting begun in earnest.
With the advancing holy war creating chaos amongst inhabitants of a paranormal deity, if
vanquished would have a dire consequential effect upon planet Earth, only one of humankind
was aware of the far reaching devastation; and were Satan’s demonic minions to prove
triumphant, there would be no harrowing saving grace.
The Volks were evil overlords trading their souls in exchange for power over spiritual and
mortal beings and should Harrogate tragically fall at their hands all would be eternally lost!
As the tribal chiefs gathered round Hedron, none dared utter a contemptuous word in his
formidable presence. The dying Mordok carried away by a Volk soldier, a solemn faced Jago
Chapter Twenty
The week of Mirrabella’s stay flashed by and Jasmine wasn’t overly cut up
over her leaving. Whilst taking out the rubbish, Andy noticed a romance novel
given to Foley by Cox was amongst the garbage. For whatever reason, the
relationship between them soured. Jasmine and Jonathan’s on the other hand
blossomed; and with young Hanson's birthday due on the Friday, she Invited
Lacey stay the weekend. Jonathan enjoyed the long journey from Ravenswood
and his surprise gift was to help Andy build a modest pigeon loft.
Hearing the roar of a Harley at the gates, Jasmine and Andy raced to see who
would get there first. Of course, being a young romantic, Hanson let her win.
Letting himself through the gates and securing them, Jonathan was almost
knocked off his feet, as the infatuated lass threw herself into his arms to plant
a flurry of sweet kisses to his handsome face.
“Does this mean you’re glad to see me?” He jested with a cheeky smile, waving
to a red faced Andy who was feeling a tad out of place in ‘Romeo’ and ‘Juliet's
loving presence.
  
“Thanks for coming over for my birthday Jonathan.” Andy remarked on their
return to the cottage. Hope was out buying necessities for the ensuing party.
“Little miss dynamite here tells me, you rather fancy keeping pigeons. And for
your very special thirteenth, it will be my pleasure to help with putting together
a half decent loft for your birds to enjoy.”
Andy couldn’t believe his luck and was beside himself with excitement. Wildly
punching at the air above his head and uttering the word yes repeatedly, it was
proving to be the elated boy’s day of days! With all that was going on, Marley’s
prolonged absence slipped to the back of the boy’s mind. Andy was well
advanced in his maturity. His worldly outlook was developing fast; as was
heightened appreciation of the finer sex.    
Andy and Jonathan would share a room. Spare bed from the Carson household
and all was sweetly going to plan.
Hope’s return found them in an area where the pigeons were to be housed.
A suitable spot designated, the dimensions marked out in chalk. It was
to accommodate some twelve pairs and several breeding cabinets similar to
those viewed in Bill’s modest loft. In order for the homers to enter and be
confined within, the boy wanted to have wire racing traps in place; this would
allow him freedom to get out and about. Knowing the birds returning from
a tossed flight would be found safely inside on his homecoming,Hanson could
thereby rest easy. The loft would be painted green; Jasmine’s favourite color.       
As promised, mom had earlier bought the necessary timber and hardware for
the job and the morrow would herald a bright and early start towards the long
awaited construction. The rest of the day was to be spent chatting, planning
and day dreaming to the pleasant background music of the radio.
In the paranormal deity, other ears were also tuned in, but to music of a
different source and manner. With Mitzell leading the way, the party of sixty
Lembrakka were searching the far reaching valley of Yollander Gravatt. None
had any notion the path taken by Yambo and Tipalipasip and it certainly
appeared to be an exhaustive exercise in futility.
Journeying for several hours, Mitzell having heard horn blowing and also spied
significant movement some distance ahead, flew towards the area of commotion.
The fine red dust arising as a consequence swiftly ascended to resemble heavy
cloud formations in an otherwise clear sky. Wisely keeping its distance, the
scouting raven perched atop a tall oak and watched with hypnotic wonder.
Mitzell seeing enough blood and gore, flew back to the Lembrakka to warn of
the Karrajong’s devilish presence.
It was decided to alter their course and make for higher ground. They would
wait till cover of darkness to continue their hunt for the two missing lembrakka.
A raging battle was taking place between the savage Karrajong and a small
battalion of dark skinned crusading knights moving towards Harrogate in
support of King Lemnos. Amongst the twelve barbarians was Jago who was
wielding his axe like the psychotic monster he truly was. The seven freedom
fighters travelled from their homeland towards Harrogate Castle.
A burly knight was courageously fending off three Karrajong. To bring the
warrior down, one speared his mount through the neck. Swiftly standing, the
adroit partisan produced two daggers from his belt and in a whirlwind
movement and exhibition of mastery - each were deeply imbedded in his
attacker’s throats.
The third aggressor hurled his spear the knight’s way and as nimble as the
fearing giant was - the razor sharp head pierced his body armour! Fatally
struck down and bleeding profusely from the abdomen, the dying crusader
prayed aloud to his warring god. The sword wielding Karrajong hurried to the
slain knight and in a savage show of victorious exhibitionism - cut off his head
to lift it high for all his blood lusting kind to rejoice.
“Come now let us rest awhile in the vicinity of well-shaded boulders!” Burrham
instructed his weary followers.
A flood of disgruntled muttering was heard to follow and the deliberating Elder
knew time was surely running out for his only child to be found wandering in a
safe and sound manner.
“We are in dire need of water! And I solemnly fear our pitiful lives may soon be
over!” One loudly announced, dramatically clasping at his dry throat.
Mitzell had his eye on a fat juicy lizard and wasted little time in pouncing and
making a satisfying meal of it. The bird felt an uneasiness, but all seemed well
and was unsure of its sense of reasoning. There was no thunderous hoof beats,
nor the roars of a preying mountain cat, so what could possibly be niggling
away at the raven?
A scouting party of two was sent in search of water. Those remaining
comforted themselves as best they may. The raven was perched on high to
keep watch over the clan.
Fenwick was in charge and looked to the skies for signs from winged creatures,
also in need of drinkable water. His mate Swizzle hunted hither and thither for
whatever edible sustenance could be found. Rodents were a favourite treat, as
were scorpion and bush quail.
In Swizzle’s absence, Fenwick begun talking to himself.
“We shall surely perish should water not soon come our ravaged way. Blessed
be the gods who watch over the Lembrakka.” He prayed, as the blinding glare
caused his swelling eyes to water. “What keeps Swizzle; one anxiously wonders?
Perhaps bountiful supply of food to carry?” Fenwick worryingly debated his friend’s
no show.
With so much fauna and flora to be seen, Swizzle lost all track of time. He looked
at one with himself and seemingly free from the concerns of others. In his berry
picking merriment, reflected aloud.
“Me thinks brother Fenwick frets too much and may lose his hair before his time.
So what if our thirst endures! So what if our bellies do grumble and whine!For
Swizzle doth declare! We should be hopeful in prayer! And be thankful for this
peaceful time...”
His lackadaisical poetic manner saw Swizzle become apathetic and field of vision
found wanting.The Lembrakka scout never noticed the dark cloud of death
overhead, or heed the scampering animals in their frantic vanishing.In bending to
pluck a plump berry to sample, Swizzle was oblivious to the looming shadow’s
swift descent.
Hanson’s  Loft
Jago
Chapter Twenty one
On reaching a highest Peak, the Stickleback glided towards the cave entrance. In smooth
landing the scale bearing beast released its deathly grip. Barely alive Swizzle’s failing vision
revealed a terrifying abomination to portray the Medusa as a picture of beauty. Standing some
seven feet in upright stance, the vile creature would surely strike fear into the hearts of the
bravest of warriors. The blood chilling creature’s eyrie was littered with sun bleached bones
of many hapless victims. In a decisive strike from ghastly fangs, Swizzle’s soul was sadly
spirited from the Lembrakka’s swiftly devoured body. Hardly a satisfying source of
sustenance, the famished Stickleback Tri Claw ascended in search of other prey to unwarily
intrude upon its domain!
The enormity of the creature’s bat like wings cast a widespread shadow over its diminutive
prey. The giant harbinger of death targeted the Lembrakka with its razor sharp talons and  
validity concerning the fearful stories shared by Gallago the Wise was to be given credence.
In a blink of an eye, Swizzle was grasped by the voracious Stickleback Tri Claw and lifted
skyward toward its lofty lair. The fatally wounded Lembrakka could do nothing to struggle free
from its vice like clutches. Swizzle prayed for enduring suffering ‘s end!
The swinging fortunes of the Lembrakka saw Fenwick embracing a far more providential
deliverance than his grieved friend. Only the haunting sack of fruits and berries was retrieved
where Swizzle spent his final moments of tranquility. A source of water duly discovered,
on departure forward and onward, a sadden clan could do little more than carry the burdening
memory of a beloved Swizzle’s uncertain demise. For none were witness to the existence of
the legendary bat-winged Stickleback Tri Claw!
The early morning glow saw early rise to cottage occupants. Overly excited by the prospect of
a pigeon loft of his very own, Andy struggled to fall asleep and was in the kitchen; his head
resting atop the table. Whilst Hope busied herself preparing breakfast for four, Jasmine
showered and Jonathan shaved. With a long day ahead, it was a perfect morning for working
outdoors. With timber and tools handy, it wasn’t long before the loft began to take shape.
“Hey Andy! Kindly go grab us the spirit level from the shed!” Jonathan instructed. The boy was
off and running.
“Wow! Is there anything we can’t do well, meine liebe?” Jasmine remarked, a gleam in her eye.
“Now that I come to think of it...I guess not.” Lacey played the game with a wink and a smile.     
“Here’s what you wanted Jonathan...” Andy’s promptness, cutting short the playful lovebirds
wooing and cooing.
“So what do we reckon so far, my helpful little buddy?”
“Looking really great Jonathan. Can’t wait till its all finished.”Andy replied, his face flushed
with excited anticipation.
Hope’s welcomed approach signalled a rest. It was apple cider and bread and butter pudding
all round.  
Andy was finding it hard to stay awake and went to stick his head in a nearby trough of
cold water. In his absence Jonathan addressed his heart’s desire.
“After spending time here, I am beginning to envy your relaxed country lifestyle and heart
warming friendship with Hope and Andy.”
“To be honest, they have become my uplifting inspiration towards seeing things in a
better light. Hope struggles relentlessly with keeping this wonderful place going, and
sacrifices much with ensuring young Andy’s future prospects. This bloody awful depression
seems only to make her more determined to see it through, no matter what...”
By late afternoon the near completed pigeon coop was looking a treat and Andy was over
the moon. Packing up for the day, the three workers trudged their weary way to the
awaiting comforts of the cottage.
The following morning saw Bill and Wenzel paying a social visit. Carson looking forward to
see how the loft had come along, Wenzel would spend time with the chatty girls. Andy
leading the way, Jonathan and Bill were happy to have given of themselves in providing the
fatherless boy a lasting testament of their friendship.  
“So what do you think Bill?”  Andy tentatively asked, hoping for a nod and a smile from his
father figure.
“Well I think its a wonderful loft and one to be proud of. Young Jonathan here has done a
masterful job of carpentry and he’s welcome to come to my place to get my old coop
looking as dandy. When it’s all done, just give us a call and I’ll pop over with your pair of
racing homers.”
With the birthday boy realising his dream and Jasmine and Jonathan taking romance to
another level - Marley was flying high in the direction of a far distant ghost town. The white
pigeon was following a positive lead given to him by a mountain gnome named Zwebb.The
town in question was formerly built around a gold boom and once precious veins of ore
dried up, miners and townsfolk forced to relocate.
Named after the prospector who stumbled across the find, Darville was in a sad state
of disrepair. Some buildings retaining sound structure, but most were potential death traps
for the unwary; as were many exposed deep shafts. With fading light, the bird needed a
place to perch for the night. Spotting remnants of a pub it would suffice. The icy embrace
of winter’s chill made Marley cold to the bone. Puffing up feathers to keep warm, thoughts
of his mother’s tortuous discomfort pervaded the spell bound human’s mind and the Marley
Within, tearfully wondered if he and Chirrika would ever reunite.
A sudden air shattering volley of bullets frightened Marley to rude awakening and vacating
the pub took to open skies to see who may be responsible. Spying a rifle bearing figure
below and moving towards an area of shrubbery, Marley descended for a closer look . The
gunman crouched to pick up a lifeless rabbit. He walked to where another man inspected
wheels of a well maintained red vehicle.   
Chapter Twenty two
Karrajong Warriors
Perched on the roof of an adjacent building to observe the ageing huntsman’s
movements, all Marley could do was wait for something to eventuate.
The warmth of the sun saw the bird spread its wing to replenish energy.
The passing hour was without change and Marley tiring of the wait flew in tight
circles above the building to survey the area of close proximity. The bird noted
six windows to the house and two doors to facilitate entry. Marley didn’t want to
be seen and was unsure of flying down to check out what the windows reveal.
It was very risky to do so, but the overpowering urge to hopefully establish
Chirrika’s presence took precedence.
Out of firing range the pigeon followed the men's every movement. The taller
one with the weapon was wearing an orange cap and vest. He talked awhile
then walked towards a building across from the pub to enter. The other man
of Asian appearance had by this time jumped into the car and sped from the
ghost town. Marley was of two minds. To stay or follow the vehicle to its
destination. Deciding to remain in Darville the pigeon flew to an area of grass
and pecked about for ripened wild seeds. The early morning dew providing
water to quench its thirst.
The first showed a near empty room holding several large boxes containing
an assortment of canned and packaged grocery lines, four torches and a
lonesome desert rat seen scurrying from box to box in its hunt for food.
The second exhibited two single mattresses and bedding, a chest of drawers,
several girly magazines strewn all about and a pair of cowboy boots. The third
caused Marley’s heart to sink. Sat upon a chair central to the empty room was
his gagged and bound mother. Were he able to magically morph to human
form to confront the despised perpetrators, vengeful murder would surely have
been foremost on his agenda!
Unable to tear itself away, the pigeon rested in a corner of the window ledge in
silent reflection of happier times gone by. The man within the bird visualized a
very special childhood event where his widowed mother had taken him to the
county fair in the good company of Lillian Monk and her thirteen year old girl.
Marley was twelve and had grown up with Giselle.The bond between them was
strong and would defend her against all manner of bullying.
Their initial attendance was to check the many food stalls. One exhibiting a range
of jams and honey was first in line. Giselle having a sweet tooth and particularly
partial to honey sandwiches, Lillian bought two jars for her darling daughter.   
While the parents talked to a middle aged female attendant, Marley and Giselle
decided to see what animals were on show. Coming to a well attended pig pen
joined onlookers. One teenage youth nearby let his eyes wander Giselle’s pretty
way. Marley’s hackles were soon well and truly up and he moved to be between
the girl and the persistent ogling buffoon. Wishing to avoid trouble, Giselle
whispered to Marley he should ignore the unwanted advances toward her and
move on. The sleazy admirer however, walked up behind the girl to brazenly
fool around with her long black hair to her waist.  Patting her bottom in a most
distasteful manner sent blood racing to an infuriated Marley’s brain.
“You had better stop doing that buster!” He threatened. Giselle now using him to
shield her from the grinning youth’s unpleasant and suggestive behaviour.
“Or what? You smarmy mouthed, snivelling pork-brain!”
“Come on let’s go now Marley...” Giselle anxiously tugged at his shirt.
“Yeah! You better do as little Miss prissy boots here says! Or I’ll just have to
knock your stoopid ugly block off!”
Incensed to the point of no return, Marley bodily thrust himself at the shocked
fifteen year old and knocked him to the hard ground. To ensure he could not rise
to continue the fight, Giselle’s ‘white night’ fell to his knees to have dealt the
deserving, perverse bully a solid blow to the nose. As Marley looked down upon
the bloodied youth, sweet victory was his and he and Giselle cheerfully left the
miserable moron where he lay.
The day dreaming pigeon was suddenly snapped to awakened attention, as the  
room’s door was booted wide open. The kidnapping rifleman entered with a tray
bearing food and water. Without uttering a word walked up to Chirrika placing the
day’s offerings on the floor at his feet. Releasing the white witch from painful
constraints offered Chirrika a plate of roasted rabbit and generous helping of
buttered mash.  
There was little point in hanging around, so in knowing his mother lives, Marley
flew back to the pub to rest and count his providential blessings.The bird having
to come up with a suitable plan to secure Chirrika’s safe escape, such a plot
cleverly conceived needed several canny fairies, together with Zwebb’s mountain
gnome friends coming to the fore!
Zwebb
Tragg
Traggle
Darville
The full moon heralded a night of collaborative intrigue amongst the mountain
gnomes and neon-fairies. Word spread throughout the magic garden of Marley’s
good fortune in locating his mother and was in need of help. Zwebb carried the
escape plan to see the white witch free from the kidnappers clutches. It was an
ingenious scheme, but should things go wrong, a dangerous proposition.
A conch called together two neon-fairies and four mountain gnomes.
Zwebb would be in charge of the rescue team. Tragg and Traggle having
volunteered were excited to be taking part. The three gnomes were brothers.
Chiddle the eldest, Faff next in line. And last but not least was Lemm.
The party of six made their way to an appointed meeting place some distance
from Darville. Gathered round a camp fire inside a small cave, Zwebb got the
ball rolling.
“This I now say and say it clear. It’s a common cause what brings us here.”
The frowning gnome announced with rhyme.
“So what is expected of Tragg and Traggle?” Tragg enquired, most curious
to know.
“The plan to Zwebb that Marley told! We must lure the doffs to shafts of gold!”
The gnomes referred to us humans as doffs. In translation: dopey or dumb.
Chapter Twenty three
“An’ how's we supposed to do that, master Zwebb?” Chiddle asked.
“We play a game of ghosts and ghouls. It won’t be hard. The doffs are fools.”
Zwebb’s words had one and all scratching their scalps. It was Traggle's turn to
put up his hand.
“Ghosts and Ghouls? Doffs are fools? How pray tell does such a fanciful game
see us victorious in this mordacious quest?”
“We make them see the things they dread. To soon behold the living dead!”
Zwebb sharply declared in a deep ghostly voice, bringing a wide smile to the
highly amused twins.
The brilliant game-plan conceived, it was then a matter of seeing it to fruition.
Marley flew to the outskirts of town to greet them and take them to the
confines of the pub. All were shown the area of mining shafts and layout of the
building where Chirrika was being held. Once the necessary material was made
ready it was a matter of waiting for the opportune moment to present itself.
According to the laws of the magic garden, its inhabitants were forbidden to
harm humans. If on the other hand it was self-inflicted then that was deemed
a-okay!
On the hour of midnight, the plan was put into motion. With the two kidnappers
becoming inebriated, Marley instructed the time of redemption was nigh. The
gnomes were known to produce a blistering speed for a short distance. Zwebb
would oversee nothing should go wrong. Both men shared the one room to bed
down for the night. On the building being thrown into total darkness, the fun
would begin and Faff and Lemm were nominated to begin the games. In their
initial approach, the two gnomes silently entered the building. As the brothers
closely approached the bedroom, they began to stomp their way past the door.
Drunk as they were, the two cretins were disturbed by the loud echoing noise
and in their startled haste to retrieve torches next to beds - a painful clash of
heads ensued!
“God damn your yeller hide! You mealy mouthed Chinaman!”
“Ling so velly, velly solly boss!”
The huntsman locating and engaging the torch went to investigate.
“So what boss man be seeing out there?” Ling nervously called out.
“Not a God damn thing, Mr Ling! Reckon we’ve witnessed a tremor of sorts?”
Having waited awhile, it was Chiddle’s turn for a bit of spooky fun. Standing at the
door the amused gnome knocked three times and bolted out of there.
“What in the God damn blazes is going on round here?” The boss man cried
out, once more leaving the warm comforts of bed.
“Ling thinking maybe something not right here boss?”
Deciding to leave torches on, the kidnappers went back to bed. This time the
abductor called Rubin was ready to spring from bed and hopefully get to the
bottom of annoyance.
Huddled outside the building in cloak and dagger style of conversation, Faff and
Lemm kept chuckling softly over such tomfoolery. In their own mountain domain,
gnomes are a serious lot and very rarely would they entertain such an exercise.
“So what’s our next devilish caper, master Zwebb?”
Asked Tragg, fervidly rubbing
“Capes of white. Neon-fairies to wear. Their ghostly haunts. The doffs to scare.”
Zwebb informed and Tragg and Traggle would wear a white translucent cloth with
only eyes showing. After Faff and Lemm made another appearance with more
stomping and emitting ghostly cries, Tragg and Traggle would take to the air in
their haunting outfits. Perched on a nearby tree, Marley was most overjoyed.
On final phase of execution, with Faff and Lemm’s stomping and moaning, as a
glass shattering stone was thrown through a front window by Chiddle, Rubin and
Ling jumped to their feet to nervously Investigate.
“Ling now ready to clobber someone good and proper boss!”
The Chinaman anxiously declared, a torch in one hand and heavy wrench clutched
tightly in the trembling other.
“Mr Ling best keep clear of my firing line. Or he just might get his self a God damn
middle eye. You savvy Chinaman?”
“Velly much so boss.”
Their hair raising approach into the long hallway and towards Chirrika's room, the
ghostly glowing apparitions materialized and in their ominous, hovering manifestation,
scared the living daylights out of Rubin and Ling! In panicked dash to escape from
the small ghostly figures, now circling overhead, the kidnappers fell over each other.
With Faff and Lemm coming to the party and inflicting a hefty kick to the butt, as the
humans scrambled to locate torches the hilarious scene was certainly one of highly
entertaining merriment.
“Boss! Boss! Ling, he outa here! Quick smart!” The Chinaman declared, taking off
on hands and knees in fleeing the haunted building; with Rubin in swift pursuit!
“Wait for me! You yeller-bellied son of a miserable whore!” Rubin cried out.
The ghosts and ghouls watching laughed so hard, Lemm had to see to his
discomforting, leg shaking embarrassment.
In blind haste, the kidnappers forgot about the nearby mining shaft and both heard
to scream in their ill-fated descent. The four Mountain gnomes and two neon-fairies
had accomplished their joyous task and Marley was ever grateful for their help. On
his tearful mother’s release, Chirrika thanked her rescuers and she and Marley were
endearingly gratified in exalted reunion.
News of the white witch’s devil-may-care liberation spread far and wide throughout
the paranormal deity. The heart-warming account reaching Wenzel’s ears, a
celebratory party held in thankful appreciation. Receiving special recognition for
unfaltering leadership, Zwebb was promoted to High-Master. Whereas our ghosts
and ghouls honourably knighted by Bihnt for such audacious bravery in the pitifully
pious world of the doffs!
Three of my original comical masterpieces
What words of prophesy would obe-wan kenobe impart to newlyweds?
Question:
Answer:
“May divorce be with you!”
Chapter Twenty Four
Manny Arquette
Apr. 17, 2010
Why was the catholic nun arrested by the drug squad?
For refusing to give up her habit!
Question:
Answer:
The day of Andy’s birthday had arrived and guests were in attendance. Among them
Cordella Swift and pretty daughter of eleven. Amber was in Andy’s class and over
time Hope and Cordella were to become close friends. The daughter’s dark auburn
hair was in a pony tail. She wore a blue/grey, Shirley Temple styled, knee high dress
with puffy sleeves. Amber had on white socks and black shoes.     
Wenzel and Bill were in the good company of Jonathan Lacey. Two other gift bearing
guest were boys from Hanson’s school. Roland was pushing fourteen and Kern two
weeks younger than Andy. Whilst Jasmine helped Hope keep an eye on things, with
the chimes striking noon, the youngsters were being shown the new pigeon loft and
two blue homing pigeons.

All three rather fancied Amber who remained non committal. Roland being the eldest
took it upon himself to spread the word round school, Amber was his property
and none better cross the line! The fair haired boy had the height and build to back up
his bullying threats, but if and when required, young Andy had only to call upon the
secretive power of the magic garden to come to his aid.
“I helped build it you know. Jonathan did most of the heavier work and Jasmine also
helped out. Bill reckons its as good as any he’s seen.” Andy proudly boasted.
“How many birds will you keep, Andy?” Amber enquired. She kept a pet budgerigar.
“Bill says it is not wise to keep too many, because they’ll get stressed and such. So I’m
reckoning maybe twenty.”
“Can I come over weekends to watch you fly them?” Kern asked, not having been
permitted to keep animals of any kind by his folks.
“Yep. And so can you Amber...” Andy suggested, with hope in his heart.
“I intend to spend my time at the speedway. Far more exciting than watching a whole
bunch of pigeons flying about the place.” Roland piped up, trying to throw a dampener
on Andy’s invitation.
“I’ve always wanted to go to the speedway, but mom says its not the kind of place
for a young girl to be seen at. Maybe when I’m a bit older, she’ll let me go.”
“No one else need know. Now do they?” Roland persisted.
“What? Just sneak out and not tell her?” Amber replied, frowning some at the very  
thought. “You must be kidding, Roland. Just because your parents aren’t fussed if
you’re anywhere to be found!”
“Who bloody says...”
Before Roland could finish, Hope and Jasmine called and waved them to the cottage.
“You do have other guests to spend time with young man.” Hope said with a smile.
“And so what do your friends think about your nifty pigeon loft, Andy?” Jasmine
thought to ask.
“Oh they reckon it’s kinda great and all that...”
Andy responded in low spirits; resultant of Roland’s demeaning presence.
As the party progressed all within were in full festive mode. The delectable food was
well catered for. With iced soft drinks and fresh orange juice for the children, Hope
also whipped up a wicked fruit punch for adults. With the passing of time the moment
had come for birthday well wishes and cake cutting. Bill wished to say a few words and
with Wenzel at his side, Carson began his endearing address.
“Well here we are some thirteen years on from when I had the good fortune to sell this
fine acreage to Andy’s father and mother. So during this time of friendship, I have
watched the young lad grow and develop. To me, at this stage of life, Andy is the kind
of son I would have been blessed with having, were it not for my ex wife’s unfortunate
inability to conceive. Oh young Andy here certainly has his moments, just like any other
maturing child would, but his redeeming qualities are many and Wenzel and I love him
dearly. Now before I throw this jolly party into a state of melodrama, I say let us all now
join in spirited song!”
The speech done and dusted and happy birthday sung with gusto, it was time to cut
and distribute the colourful two tier cake; Hope would do the honours.  
Whilst most were engrossed with eating and drinking, Amber was seen to whisper in
Andy’s ear. Whatever was said saw a beaming smile come to the boy’s face and the
wonderful occasion was certainly one of fluctuating emotions. At day’s end, Jonathan
remained to spend time with his delighted fiancee. Plans were afoot they wed the
following Spring and Jasmine move in with her ever loving man.
Chapter Twenty Five

In the magical world of the enchanted, we find the two Lembrakka in the company of
Morgantha and Goobledooble once more. Their four cousins ventured off to meet
with other elfin warriors committed to the holy cause. The large gathering patiently
awaited Bihnt’s presence before marching in arms to fight for peace and justice in
support of resisting the demonic uprising. Inasmuch as Harrogate Castle’s defending
forces were strong, the predominant warmongers also called to arms many powerful
dark witches and wizards.   
A warlord peacemaker named Dordin, having heard of the far distant hostilities, chose
a small army of proficient soldiers to ride like the wind with reaching the battle grounds
in time to assist King Lemnos. The race of Yanniks were trained in the art of war from
an early age. Not only were they highly skilled with weaponry, but their hand to hand
was second to none.  Dordin’s brother Zenko was a metallic-star throwing master.
Measuring six inches across, the deadly weapon featured eight razor sharp edges.
The Dynamic Twelve knew many may not return to their homes and loved ones.
Kerrin who was half brother to Dordin and Zenko would scout some distance ahead
and report on a regular basis. The Yannik freedom fighter selected an area of high
ground to rest awhile. The brothers walked a distance from the others to confer.
Zenko spoke first.
“Delmar quietly advises father we are on a fool’s errand and would do better to have
lingered to protect our home village of Valdenvarn from its many warring enemies.”  
“We all keep close to our hearts the fear of dying, my brother. And perhaps councillor
Delmar might reconcile himself to matters of his own concerns. Place a sword in his
unblemished hand and see how well he performs with protecting Valdenvarn!”
“Be that as it may Dordin, there have been too many rumblings concerning the
magnitude of Satanist ritualism and the foul smelling Karrajong and fearsome Volks
Joining forces; not to discount the fire spitting Mooks participation to see Harrogate
fall in a fiery blaze of demonic glory.”  
“Zenko knows well, the decision to forfeit our lives for a worthy pledge was never a
matter of choice, as to which of wars would ensure our safe homeward return. Any
among us who have a change of heart do solemnly have my blessing to take their
leave. If all who have joined feel so inclined, I my young brother, shall ride swiftly
onwards as a lonesome crusading beacon of light. And should this be the virtuous
calling of the Yannik God of War...then so be it!”      
On regrouping to discuss warring strategies, Dordin’s strong words echoed within
Zenko’s mind. Kerrin’s return brought with it news of the growing enemy forces and
milling in close proximity to Harrogate Hill as they prepared to lay siege to the castle.
 
“I now fear our arrival may be too late and so we must not rest till the field of battle is
reached!” Dordin commanded his loyal troops.
“But my wise Lord! The horses shall surely falter under the strain of such a
confronting task?” One concerned soldier alerted from atop his spirited mount.
“Those among us who falter and fall, shall return from whence they came! So enough
of damnable dissenting and let us now ride like the gates of hell have opened wide and
Satan himself hungrily ravages our tails!”
The area where Hedron and Lothan formerly made camp had been reached by the army
to have come together as a consequence of Bihnt’s calling. The wee warriors ensuring
to keep low lit no open fires. While Tipalipasip chatted with Goobledooble, Yambo and
Morgantha went further afield to assess the situation in choosing a tactical path to follow.   
“Far better to have the advantage of higher ground, I say.” Morgantha sharply briefed.
”I hear and heed Morgantha’s wise words. Yambo however, envisions much energy
be spent in the rocky climb and a wearisome or injured warrior hath little or no
chance against the Volks...”    
“Morgantha bows to Yambo’s perceptive deliberation. And so a change of heart shall
see her following the Lembrakka’s resolute footsteps.”
Their return found Tipalipasip and Goobledooble practising sword fighting with suitably
fashioned tree branches. Yambo quietly feared no amount of practise would find his
friend ready for fierce battle and at an opportune moment would whisper he should
return home before reaching the point of no return.
Clouds of rising red dust advancing from the rear announced the approach of Bihnt and
his entourage of powerful witches, wizards and advisory soothsayers. All knew  time was
of the essence and the fortunes of good versus evil would be the side bearing the
greater heart and stronger magic!
The assembled masses gathered round to listen to their anointed Lord and Master who
would lead them to victory. The existence of such divine scriptures was never validated
by any other than high priests and the omnipotent Bihnt. Yambo knew little of the insipid
looking creature standing before the spell bound crowd, so ready to give their lives on
the commanding words of this assumed divinity. True it had the power of levitation and
hypnosis and a devout following of conjurors and enchanters, but would that be enough
to swing the tide of success their way?  
Dordin
The Yannik soldiers in battle
Throwing       Star
Dark Enchantress
  Shazzana
Yannik warrior
Deeta
Dark
witch
Sellemar -
Question:
Why did the mighty Goliath die at the hands of David?
Because he was stoned!
Answer:
Answer:
More of my original comical creations
Question:
What punch would be certain to knock out Mike Tyson?
The one with the most alcohol!
Question:
Answer:
What is the all-time favourite song with big breasted women?
Meloncholy Baby!  
Question:
Answer:
Why do women come from Venus and men from Mars?
Who gives a rat’s ass!
Question:
Answer :
Should cannabis be legalized?
Yes! I guess so! Maybe! Um...what was the question again?
Question:
Answer :
What did the Nun who ate too much say at the confessional?
Forgive me father for I have wind!
What might Jesus say at the second coming?
God only Knows?  
Question:
Answer :
Manny Arquette
Apr. 18, 2010
Question:
Answer :
What happens when movie stars stop acting?
They are taken seriously!           
Chapter Twenty six
Bihnt making his esteemed appearance upon the magically conjured podium, the
pervading silence begun to attenuate, as whispers arose amongst the many followers.
“I thought his holiness would have been much taller and fearsome looking?” One elf
remarked to his giggling female companion.
“I wonder why me Lord is in need of a third eye?” An ageing dwarf commented. In the
paranormal world one day is equivalent to one of our months. The thirty two
year old female warrior dwarf would appear to us as a 384 year old. Were a human
able to transcend into their world, observations would appear to be in slow motion.
In the Magic Garden however, time coexisted in sync for both worlds. That is why
Jasmine could see the fairy child at normal play upon the spider web.
“Maybe it ‘elps ‘im see better on a moonless night...” A mountain gnome replied
“Don’t much like the gaudy color of his red furry robe.” Another elfin onlooker
thought to throw in her two cents worth; her favourite color of choice being green.
To put an end to all the nattering, Bihnt addressed the now restless audience.
“Providential greetings my brave compatriots who travel this far distant journey to
fight a holy war against the incarnate Satanists now converging at Harrogate Hill.
Before I continue, should those among you have some pertinent question, with a
show of hands, Bihnt hopes to appease all concerns...”

As the Lord and Master turned to its advisory soothsayer for further guidance, those
with augmenting reservations began to once more whisper amongst themselves.
Ensuring none could hear his heartfelt dissertation, Yambo whispered his concerns
to Morgantha.
“This ungodly looking creature calls to arms too many unprepared freedom fighters
to enlist in a devilish war that shall see the greater number of them slain by such
soulless creatures as the Volks and Mooks. And Yambo now wonders and fears our
lives may be inconsequential in the grander scheme of things deemed holy?”
The Lembrakka’s seemingly tenuous words discerned, Morgantha’s face lost much
of its color. She looked all about, should any spy be tuned in to such provocative
denunciation that would surely be seen as treasonable offence against the
Holy Order of Mystics.
“Have you just lost whatever intellect the Lembrakka gods graced upon you?
To covet such ideas that shall surely be misconstrued as heresy of the highest
order and see to your unnecessary death at the thrust of a devout warrior’s sword.”

Morgantha’s inner most concerns made known, Yambo smiled in his prophetic reply.
“If the holy truth be mine enemy, then Yambo is happy to relinquish his compendious
Lembrakka essence upon this forsaken mystical sphere of a corrupt deity. For if our
enemy is to be confronted from both sides of divinity’s providential calling, then
regardless of our chosen side, we must surely perish. And should such an ill-fated
consequence come to pass - then I sadly fear all is lost...”
His words left Morgantha dumb-struck and her color had once more paled. She was
now also thrown into grave doubt, as to the creature’s and his many advisors
sanctified credentials.
As Bihnt lifted its hands and eyes to the heavens, the rowdiness of the throng was
silenced without exception; even the birds in melodious flight and earthly fauna had
so inexplicably fallen mute to swiftly head west.
The humming emissions coming from the creature appeared as if it was praying to
some celestial being. On the incomprehensible monotones increase in volume, the
astonished congregation were heard to gasp in sync; as all to a elf, fairy and gnome -
were seen to tightly clasp hand over mouth!   
As they watched in awe of Bihnt’s powerful incantation, a multitude of huge boulders
found resting behind the creature’s pulpit begun to slowly rise. To have come to
ominous halt a great height above, with fall of  hand to Bihnt’s right side, one by one,
the floating boulders exploded with such intensity to have caused terrified onlookers
to hit the deck and cover their ringing ears; some exhibiting bloodied noses and
others moaning and groaning in their writhing. Bihnt addressed the crowd once more.
“The powerful magic of Bihnt was necessary to dispel the growing circumscription
amongst those of you who are blinded by their fear and have come to question my
sacred ordinance to this holy crusade. My intention is not to strike fear into your
hearts, only demonstrate the almighty power bestowed upon your Lord and Master
standing before you as divine luminary and protector !”    
On his fading allocution, Morgantha feared Yambo’s whispered condemnation surely
uncovered and was aghast with dreaded anticipation. Turning to the Lembrakka,
Morgantha eased her trembling hand in his.
  
“Morgantha’s disquieted mind and racing heart urges we take our leave under the
cover of darkness. For the creature’s council of soothsayers have many eyes and
ears and an elfin warrior fears for the life of Goobledooble who is not party to any
dissent, nor deserving of an untimely demise. I sense Yambo holds such foreboding
for Tipalipasip, as do I...”
The gentle squeezing of his hand was sign enough of Yambo’s agreeable consent.
That night would see them flee the sleeping camp in the direction of Harrogate Hill to
find safe hermitage in close proximity to the castle.
Chapter Twenty seven
Old man time soldiering on with six months passing, Wenzel and Jasmine
deciding to wed the very same day and place of ceremony, were at the cottage
in excited conversation. Hope played an integral part in ensuing matrimonial
proceedings and while two chatty women were at the table, Hanson was in
the kitchen seeing to the whistling kettle. With all that was going on, Andy was
happily occupied with tending homing pigeons and Bill farm animals and early
spring harvesting.    
“Do you know Jasmine, were she still with us, I know my dear mother would loved
to have seen her rather rambunctious daughter finally tying the knot. I’m afraid
due to her strict catholic upbringing, Lauren never came to accept my all
embracing affinity with white magic. You know we first started to drift apart when
discovering I was in the bad company of Chirrika, Marley’s mother; and as hard
as I tried to explain there was a world of difference between white and black, the
old dear maintained all witchcraft was the evil work of the devil, and if I didn’t
stop, my damned soul was surely hell bound.”
“How rather sad for you Wenzell. I know just how important a mother-daughter
relationship can be; especially in matters of the heart.” Jasmine remarked, as
hope set down the tray to join them.
“Well I can only trust I haven’t missed some topic of great interest?”
“Don’t worry Hope. Just my gabbing about past regrets. Oh and before It
slips my addled mind, Bill suggests we enlist the very skilled dressmaking
services of my friend Lena, who owes us a favour or two.”
“Well things are certainly looking kinda rosy and with having our gowns fitted
to order, I can now spend quality time with overseeing Jonathan’s choice of attire.
I know he is currently leaning towards wearing a pale white suit with black tie and
boots. Jonathan half jokingly suggested we ride off to our honeymoon destination
on the Harley, but I soon put that God damn notion right out of his ever loving mind.”  
On the women’s all consuming preoccupation, Andy watched ten liberated pigeons
in graceful flight overhead. Circling high above the loft, a stray pigeon joined the
flock and the overjoyed boy’s heart raced with excitement. The white bird performed
aerial feats for his admiring fan below. Breaking free from the ten winged marvels to
swiftly plummet a short distance from a jubilant Andy’s head, the unfaltering bird’s
ascension saw it coming together with the kit.  
“Marley! Marley!” He called and waved. The sudden appearance of his beloved
friend bringing tears of joy.
The snow white pigeon’s glittering feathers stood out from the rest and on
breathtaking acrobatic performance coming to end, Marley landing on Andy’s
outstretched arm, the two were joyfully reunited in friendship.
The early morning light upon Harrogate Hill saw our four warrior friends huddled in
their awakening within an accommodating tree hollow. A storm was brewing overhead
and it was essential they find food and better place of hiding. Yambo and Morgantha,
ever so watchful, instructed Tipalipasip and Goobledooble not venture far from the
tall oak. Ensuring her bow was tightly strung and all arrows accounted for, the
elfin and lembrakka made tracks in northerly direction from where the expansive
enemy gathered in such vastly growing numbers as to blanket a far reaching area of
wide open landscape.
“An elfin warrior can only trust the lembrakka has deliberated well the manner of
our imminent recourse, should our trodden path lead to an advancing warring
party of blood lusting soldiers?”
Yambo grinned in humorous reply.
“Should such confrontation present itself, we shall soon determine who amongst
us is able to swiftly cover the greater distance with escape...”
Morgantha cheerfully responded with a kick to the lembrakka’s behind that saw
Yambo laughing and throwing his arms all about with acting the fool. His running
tight circles round the head shaking elf’s advance, the spirited tomfoolery was
brought to a halt! A tall slim male suddenly appeared from nowhere to be standing
a short distance in front. Although appearing unarmed, Morgantha’s bow string
was strained to the limit, as an arrow targeted the stranger’s heart.
“Whoa there my young elfin warrior and friend in arms! I be Onslow, now coming
this way on errand of great importance. A message from my all mighty Lord it be.
And an unfortunate slip with restraining your deathly arrow might see an end to
the warring hope it carries. Once safely placed in the good hands of King Lemnos
of Harrogate Castle, Onslow’s mission shall be complete and we might all rejoice.”   
“How might we be sure, Onslow’s words are not of tyrannical deception and once
Morgantha's arrow mercifully lifted in sparing a stranger’s life, in the very
same manner of mystical manifestation, thou should heartlessly smite us with the
same forceful power in magic?”  
Yambo cautiously addressed the presumed magician, his hand ready to see a
dagger swiftly targeting its mark.
“Should Onslow’s animus be one of deceptive murderous undertaking, would he not
have imposed such evil intent whilst under the magic cloak shielding a peace loving
wizard?”
With Morgantha putting aside her weapon, Onslow  would join them in their hunt for
food and shelter. The grey haired wizard was sent from the farthermost occupied
terrain by a master magician called Mallagon. The highly secretive news concerned
Bihnt and revealing contents reaching King Lemnos could make a marked difference
as to the success or failure of defensive holy crusaders.    
Awaiting Yambo and Morgantha’s return, to amuse themselves, Tipalipasip and
Goobledooble chased after young rabbits. Goobledooble begun laughing as Tipalipasip
tripped on an unseen log and started rolling down a steep incline.
“Are you okay down there?” The smiling elf enquired of his unseen friend, well hidden
by tall grasses.
“Well some of me is without enduring pain! And some of me isn’t!”  Tipalipasip replied, 
rubbing hard his bruised bottom. “Come hither Goobledooble! There’s something for 
you to see and wonder upon!”
Jasmine’s beautiful wedding gown
Wenzel’s glorious gown
Here are more of my creative gut-busters to satisfy one’s jocular appetite
Q: Why were there only Ten Commandments?
A: Because the eleventh said Moses shall not enter
the kingdom of heaven without thou holy Visa card!
Q: How can we humans achieve world peace?
A: By colonizing some other planet!
Q: If the world were to end today what would a blond say?
A: Tomorrow’s another day!
Manny Arquette
Apr. 19, 2010
Chapter Twenty eight
Scratching his scalp in anticipation of sliding down the slippery river embankment, young
Goobledooble reflected upon his sister’s warning to not stray far from the tall oak. Peering
over the edge, called to his friend.
“Should Morgantha and Yambo impatiently await us, perhaps it best we hasten their worried
way?”

Leaving the lembrakka, on the wistful elf’s reaching the tree he firstly looked inside the
hollow to have sat upon the soft grass at its wide entrance. With nothing else of interest,
talked to himself. “Oh how a sad and lonesome elf misses the comforts of home
and family. On her return, Morgantha’s tiring of this discomforting hostile journey shall
see us soon return?” He solemnly deliberated, in knowing the likelihood of doing so was
slim at best.   
“If Goobledooble be so fretfully inclined,Tipalipasip wishes to amuse himself awhile with
this playful green oddity of nature.”
“Is Goobledooble troubled and in need of Morgantha’s help?”
Noticing three approaching figures, on recognition of two, Goobledooble began waving
with hands high above his head. Concerned something may be amiss, Morgantha
hastened to his side.
“No Morgantha. A lonely elf simply shows happiness in a sister’s long awaited return.”
“And where might Tipalipasip be hiding?” Yambo tentatively asked.
“Oh he’s still down by the river bank playing with a funny looking creature he said to have
found. In leaving the lingering Tipalipasip’s unseen presence, saw it not by mine own eyes.”
The anxious lembrakka bid his leave to find and reprimand his irresponsible friend.
Reaching the area where Tipalipasip had fallen and rolled, Yambo called to him; but to no
avail. The worrying lembrakka followed the embankment some distance in frantic search.
Sliding down to closer investigate, Yambo puzzled over no visible tracks indicating his
friend was ever there. Thinking perhaps Tipalipasip decided to leave the embankment with
foolishly wandering further afield, returned to camp to share his disparity. Informing it best
he leave in search of his missing friend, Yambo gathered rations and was gone.
Q: If the holy pontiff wrote a book on a
sinless society what would it be titled?
A: Upopeia!”
Q: What would you name a funny rabbit?
A: Jack Bunny!”
Keeping vigilant, the lembrakka searched high and low. In need of rest, settled among an
outcrop of huge boulders appearing to form a narrowing corridor. Reaching a section of
tunnelling, thought better of entering into a solid wall of darkness. In anxious preponderance,
Yambo failed to spy a manifestation taking place to his rear. The womanly figure to soon be at
his startled side was a dark enchantress called Sellemar. Seeing the evil seductress, her
hypnotic beauty was without fault. Sellemar’s long red hair danced in the cool breeze. The
fiery coloured tips were seen to flash off and on with synchronized regularity and her every
whispered word embraced his ears, perpetually so honey sweet, he believed he was in
wondrous dream state; to become entrancingly dispassionate were he to remain so.  
“Sellemar finds much pleasure with such unexpected visitation and invites the very
handsome lembrakka warrior into my comforting home to partake in a feast, befitting one
as our noble King Lemnos...”
It was as if his limbs were given a power unto themselves, for inasmuch as his mindfulness
was one of alarmed retreat, Yambo found his legs and body being drawn to follow Sellemar’s
path into the ghostly void.
All left to do was pray for divine intervention, for her powerful
magic was beyond breach.
“Should Yambo so desire, a constricted tongue now be free from constraint.”
“Free my lifeless hands, if a dark witch dare! And thee mirthful enchantress shall surely feast
upon the thrusting blade of my finely crafted sword!”
Sellemar’s enduring laughter echoed throughout the subterranean bastion, as Yambo was
forcefully lured to a stone doorway opening on sleight of hand. Leaving her paralytic
prisoner to languish in solitude, Sellemar bothered not with the way of escape. Candles lit
the cold embracing confines to which Yambo so solemnly found himself and no matter how  
he persisted the nearby entrance was to prove unbearably unreachable.
“I beg you to please show a pitiful soul mercy! And free thee from this imprisoned damnation!”
A most familiar despairing voice echoed.
“Tipalipasip! Yambo now hears your anguished cries!”
“Oh such soulful praise of gratitude to the lembrakka god in guiding Yambo this unholy way!”
“I fear Tipalipasip’s godly praises are offered too soon and to no avail, for Yambo sadly finds
himself under the same evil spell as thee to fearfully share whatever fate awaits us!”
“So are we to now simply relinquish our miserable lives in this demonic fortification?”
“Yambo can offer no uplifting words of hope to grace upon my cherished lembrakka
friend and only suggest Tipalipasip turn to consoling prayer!”
The passing of time found our friends with closed eyes in wearisome slumber. Yambo and
Tipalipasip were not witness to the ghostly figure taking shape in its manifestation.
On silent approach, Onslow prepared to cast a spell to set the sleeping lembrakka free.
The mystical  deed done, it was Tipalipasip’s turn. The three having hastily absconded,
were thankfully reunited with Morgantha and Goobledooble. During a time of celebratory
feasting, it was revealed the playful green creature discovered by Tipalipasip was none
other than the evil enchantress in demonic transforming.     
Apr. 20, 2010
Manny Arquette
palms with Traggle following suit.

To be continued in Photo Album segment