Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Day Nine!!!! Almost Done:)
The bird alighted upon his windowsill.
"The answer to the widdo," cried Glancelot. "But wah doeth it mean? And be off with you!" The servant bowed out.
Glancelot turned to the space where the Labrador had been and stared thoughtfully at it, as though it held the answers he sought.
"A bird," he said again. "Ith thith the message from my dear Muvvah?"
And it hit him. The key to the curse was held in this riddle. Birds... what was it the Labrador has said before cursing him? Something about food, a world of food...
"But wah doeth food have to do with birds?" he wailed.
"Oh, Witto bird," said poor Glancelot in dismay. "Is dere anything such a smwall fing could do for my poor dejected self?"
The tiny bird jumped up and began buzzing excitedly around the room. It hovered close to Glancelot's mouth confusing him for more than a moment. Hesitantly, Glancelot opened his mouth and the tiny creature flew into his mouth and, grasping the wedged bone with it's tiny jaws, plucked the bone free. A delightful sensation beyond anything he had ever experienced flooded Glancelot's mouth as his tongue loosed, his lips tightened, and his jaw began to work once again!