Hogskull Writers

Nelson Lynch creates a blog for the Writers of Hogskull, a suburb of Taylorville, Maryland, the hub of the known Universe. Writers include Fran Carlson, Liz Paterra, JH Williams, Dale Cathell, Susan Beverly and Dolores Pike

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Episode 16

The sound of the main door opening reached them. The dog’s toenails made a scratching noise when he ran across the enormous room. Footsteps echoed louder as the ogre approached the kitchen. They heard the kitchen door open and the saw the two-headed dog pranced into the kitchen. A second later, the ogre appeared walking toward the baking counter. His curly hair seemed close enough to touch. He reached the counter top and stared at the coconut cake. He picked up the cake to eye level, turned it at different angles and felt of the cut sides. He set it down; put both hands on the counter and stared.

Jack shuddered as the ogre looked around the kitchen and seemed to look through the grate.

The ogre backed away from the counter, clapped his hands and yelled. “Someone has been in my kitchen.” He nodded at the two-headed dog. “Find that person. You will be rewarded with a juicy tidbit.”

The dog let out a jubilant howl and raced through the open door. He lost his traction on the marble floor and slid to the foot of the stairs. He howled triumphantly as he got to his feet and bounded up the steps ten at a time. A second later, he was scratching at the library door.

The ogre was grinning widely as left the kitchen. He took his time walking across the ballroom floor.

Jack looked for another door in the library. He raced around the room hoping for an exit. “How can we get out of here? He’ll kill us for sure.”

“Relax. He’s not going to kill us. All we’ve done is enter his castle and eat an extremely thin slice of cake.” She waited hearing footstep coming up the staircase and then the short distance to the library door.

“Fee, fie, foe, bake, I smell coconut cake.” The ogre laughed and knocked on the door. “Who is in there?” He pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The dog brushed by his leg and jumped to the center of the room. One head was snarling at Jack, the other head was looking at Red with a pleasant face.

Red walked over and petted the friendly head. “We climbed the beanstalk and found your home. The cake was so deliciously smelling, I just had to have a tiny slice.”

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