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  • crispyhexagon [none/use name]
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    4 years ago

    “Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!” said Coplet to himself. And he wanted to run away. But somehow, having got so near, he felt that he must just see what an Antifa was like.

    So he crept to the side of the Trap and looked in.

    And all the time Shiddie-the-Dudu had been trying to get the honey-jar off his head. The more he shook it, the more tightly it stuck.

    “Bother!” he said, inside the jar, and “Oh, help!” and, mostly, “Ow!” And he tried bumping it against things, but as he couldn't see what he was bumping it against, it didn't help him; and he tried to climb out of the Trap, but as he could see nothing but jar, and not much of that, he couldn't find his way.

    So at last he lifted up his head, jar and all, and made a loud, roaring noise of Sadness and Despair... and it was at that moment that Coplet looked down.

    “Help, help!” cried Coplet, “an Antifa, a Atrocious Antifa!” and he scampered off as hard as he could, still crying out, “Help, help, a Atrucio Antifi! Anf, Anf, a Agribuli Andrifu! Amb, Amb, an Agrarian Ambulance!”

    And he didn't stop crying and scampering until he got to Classtraitor Robin's house.

    • crispyhexagon [none/use name]
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      4 years ago

      “Whatever's the matter, Coplet?” said Classtraitor Robin, who was just getting up.

      “Ambf” said Coplet, breathing so hard that he could hardly speak, “an Amtf—an Antfi—an Antifa.”

      “Where?”

      “Up there,” said Coplet, waving vaguely.

      “What did it look like?”

      “Like—like—It had the biggest head you ever saw, Classtraitor Robin. A great enormous thing, like—like nothing. A huge big—well, like a—I don't know—like an enormous big nothing. Like a jar.”

      “Well,” said Classtraitor Robin, putting on his shoes, “I shall go and look at it. Come on.”

      Coplet wasn't afraid if he had Classtraitor Robin with him, so off they went....

      • crispyhexagon [none/use name]
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        4 years ago

        “I can hear it, can't you?” said Coplet anxiously, as they got near.

        “I can hear something,” said Classtraitor Robin.

        It was Dudu bumping his head against a tree-root he had found.

        “There!” said Coplet. “Isn't it awful?” And he held on tight to Classtraitor Robin's hand.

        Suddenly Classtraitor Robin began to laugh... and he laughed... and he laughed... and he laughed. And while he was still laughing—Crash went the Antifa's head against the tree-root, Smash went the jar, and out came Dudu's head again....

        Then Coplet saw what a Foolish Coplet he had been, and he was so ashamed of himself that he ran straight off home and went to bed with a headache. But Classtraitor Robin and Dudu went home to breakfast together.

        “Oh, Shiddydudu!” said Classtraitor Robin. “How I do love you!”

        “So do I,” said Dudu.

        The End