Suspenseful nothings (4)

The fourth part of Suspenseful nothings! (See here1 and here2 and here3)
"But what am I to call you? What is your name?"
"Firgrass," the boy replied. "Now then, forward march!" (this to the vegetables.)
The band of vegetables hurried off in such a way, that it reminded Sarah greatly of seaweed, moving back and forth on the waves of the ocean. It was not too long before she was finding it very hard to keep up with them, as they were moving very fast.
"Firgrass! Tell them all to slow down a moment! I'm getting so dreadfully tired!" Sarah called to him. Her call was unheard, however, whether it was because of the violent swishing sound of the hastily moving vegetables, or that Firgrass was too far ahead to hear her. Thus she felt very hopeless and miserable. She thought to sit down a moment and refresh herself in that way, but, no, that would do no good, for the vegetables would soon leave her far behind, and would Firgrass even notice that she was missing? She thought it not likely, as he didn't even want to be here in the story. She then hastened to catch up with the group, giving out the very last of her strength, and pushing on past the tall corn stocks that were rubbing her face in the most annoying fashion.
"I say, can you talk?" Sarah asked a large tomato plant, as the thought occurred to her quite suddenly. The plant made no answer. Then Sarah remembered how Firgrass had spoken to them. he had used a bunch of rhymes. Maybe she could order them to slow down, if she thought of a clever enough poem to persuade them.
"Plants, plants, corn and potatoes,
Celery, green beans and tomatoes,
Tired and saddened my feet have become,
Slow down, before they are completely numb."
To her great astonishment, the garden of veggies did slow down! But it was not for long, as another voice soon called out,
"Haste, haste!
Go, Go, Go!
At a fast pace,
Don't stop, or slow!"
"Ugh!" Sarah exclaimed, and it was all she could do to keep up with the moving field. "I'm grateful to him for sure, but not if he insists on having my feet walked off!"
They soon came to a thin glade of trees, then a brook, and finally, into a ring of old noble-looking oaks. On a large stone at the base of one of these trees, Lucy had fallen on her face, her hair lay a tangled mess upon her shoulders.
"Lucy! Oh, Lucy!" Sarah exclaimed, and hurried over to her at once. She called her name repeatedly, and talked to her, and lifted her from the stone, but no answer did she receive. Lucy's eyes had a glazed sort of look to them, and her face was as pale as death.
"She isn't dead is she?" Sarah asked Firgrass, with horror.
"Nope." He had paused in front of the stone, looking at them with no expression on his face whatsoever. "You didn't think we brought all these veggies along for nothing did you?"
Sarah looked around. "Where are the vegetables?" Firgrass started suddenly.
"You mean they're not here? Oh, dear! where did they go?"
Sarah saw a dust cloud in the distance that was gradually getting smaller and smaller. "Is that them?" she asked.
"My goodness! Yes!" exclaimed Firgrass with horror. "I forgot to halt them!" He rushed off with a tremendous speed in the direction of the dust cloud, and Sarah could have laughed at him, if hadn't been for the state in which her sister lay.
"Oh, Lucy! Please talk to me! Tell me what is wrong!" Sarah whispered over the pale face. She knew it would do no good, but had Lucy just stirred?

From the notebook.... Hullo!

Hullo, everyone who doth read these mine writings. I take my pen (or keyboard) up again to bring you tidings of great joy and peace to all!

"Hear ye peoples, both far and wide,
A Savior doth in this town abide;
Born in a stable is He,
Though a King He be.

Come let us praise Him now!
Over the sound of the mooing cow,
Come, let us spread the news in great song,
Though we might have to sing, all day long."

And now, for one final thing......
Merry Christmas!
I do sing.

From the notebook....

Outside and all around, you can see,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
It climbs up the trunks of many a tree;
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!

It covers plants, limbs, and stones,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
It covers the hills where dogs bury bones,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!

Don't you ever sit in a window,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow;
And wish to just watch and watch it go,
Oh, white, fluffy, cheesy snow!
Copyright/December/19/2007

From the notebook....

Cold and wet, I return,
From the snowy slope...
Sledding, though it's so much fun,
Of warmth there is no hope.

From the notebook....

Winter is almost here!
Now it will be quite cold.....
The birds sing, "winter's near!"
And flee to their homes of old.

Away they fly, into to the south,
Over forests no longer green,
Over the hills, and the river's mouth;
Into crevices hardly seen.

"Goodbye, dear fall, goodbye!
We'll see again in a year."
Do you hear the birds now cry?
Listen, do give them an ear.
Copyright/12/12/2007

Suspenseful nothings (3)

Here is the third part of Suspenseful Nothings! [see also here(1) and here(2)] :-)
The boy thought for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know..." and walked away, leaving a very puzzled Sarah to try and fend for herself.
Needless to say, Sarah felt rather sad at the prospect of help walking away on her. She sat down on a rock, and tried to think through all that had happen since the wood had appeared. Where would Lucy have gone? She would pretend that she was Lucy, and that would hopefully lead her to similar paths that Lucy would have gone on. She arose, and walked stealthily across the floor of the wood, that was almost completely covered with wet leaves. She had not gone far, however, when a voice behind her called her name, and she turned around quickly. There has the Green Giant's son!
"Did you call me?" Sarah asked.
"I did," said the boy. He didn't seem too happy about it either.
"Well, what do you want?" Sarah asked.
"Ugh!" the boy said. "The authoress told me to come and help you."
"Authoress? What are you talking about?" Sarah asked.
"Well, you know; every story has an author, or authoress who writes down all that comes to mind, and make up stories. Some of them really weird, like this one. I mean, I didn't even want to be in this story! That's why I walked away, but the authoress said I was supposed to help you, and I wasn't supposed to back out of a story when I was put there. So anyways, what do you want me to do?" He was starting to look rather annoyed, and no wonder!
"I want you to help me find my sister," Sarah said, and told her story yet again, ending with a deep sigh. "Have you got it all now?"
"I think so," he replied. "So, your three daughters sat in the living room, when a wood walked in, and now your lost."
"No, no, NO!" Sarah said crossly. Again the story was repeated, and then the boy understood. He at once led her down a path and turned into a little hut by the side of the path.
"Wait here, a moment," he told her. He soon came out of the hut with a pile of cans. "Vegetables," he explained, and they started on their way yet again. They walked and walked, till Sarah's legs moved almost mechanically, and even the boy seemed to tire ever so slightly. They came to a sudden stream, which, when crossed, led to a wide open glade simply full of vegetables.
"What are we doing here?" Sarah yelled.
"Hush! You'll see!" the boy said. "You'll frighten them if you talk so loud."
"I don't see any one," Sarah said stubbornly.
"Because there isn't anyone yet. At least, you don't see them," he replied. Sarah was just about to add her own two cents, when the boy began to chant.

"Spinach, peaches, corn!
Now I blow the horn!
People are in need,
Help them, carrots, peas!

A little girl is lost,
Arise, oh, ye, moss!
Awaken oh, ye cabbage!
Pick up all your baggage!"

It sounded like rubbish to Sarah, but to the vegetable garden, it had a great effect. The plants slowly outstretched leafy green vines that formed limbs of a sort. They arose and started following the boy as he turned back towards the woods.
"Wait!" Sarah called. "What will a bunch of plants do for us?"
"You'd be surprised," the boy replied.
"I am surprised. If they can grow arms and legs, what else can they do?" Sarah exclaimed. "But what if I get lost in this forest of vegetables?"
"Then just call me, and I'll halt my army."
"But what am I to call you? What is your name?"
"Firgrass," the boy replied. "Now then, forward march!" (this to the vegetables.)

To be continued later.......

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