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Chapter Eleven

I left the mountains behind me and walked down the trail looking forward to my next stop.  The Bend.  A small pub like place owned and operated by a man named Solomon Swear.  A former judge, now turned eatery owner and sole staff member.  Down the trail and ‘round the bend, the plain wood building with no visible windows or doors was located in Monday and once I reached the building I circled around to the back as this is where the entrance was. Creaking open the wooden door, I was met with a very different scene than I had on my previous visit. Where upon entering last time, there had been no one there other than Solomon Swear himself, with a roaring fire in the huge fireplace, I was now met by the sight and sounds of twenty or more people, all appearing to be men or boys of different ages. Several were seated around one of the wooden tables playing a game of cards with a pile of coins and other odd items piled in the center.  Three were squeezed together playing, or should I say
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Chapter Ten

I asked Acer to leave me at the base of the Mountains.  I didn’t want him to have to enter into Monday if he still had business, or whatever it was he did, back in Sunday.  I climbed off of Sir Noble, giving the horse a pat on his side and scratching his nose and promised Acer I’d visit again soon. Knowing that I would be heading into cold and snowy mountains I’d packed my charcoal gray fur wrap and now pulled it out of my bag then slung my bag over my shoulder and pulled the wrap around me.  Looking around, I found the stony pathway leading up the mountain and began the climb as the snow fell heavier and heavier around me. Before long I was knee deep in snow making the trudge up the mountain take longer than I remembered it taking the last time I was here.  With white all around me and the wind blowing snowflakes into my eyes, my visibility wasn’t very good so I listened carefully for the sounds of singing.  That is how I found the snow angels the first time.  Singing in their
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Chapter Nine

                                                                                                                              CHAPTER NINE     D octor Oliver Pinion lived in a small hut located at the base of a rocky outcropping.  No sign of any other structures or life other than a rickety, split log rail fence next to the hut surrounding it’s sole inhabitant - a donkey. Acer and I rode Sir Noble right to the front of the hut, Acer leaping off to the ground with ease, while I climbed precariously down the rope ladder, made even more difficult by Sir Noble’s heavy breathing and prancing around as he rid himself of the adrenaline from the fast pace we’d kept him to. I noticed a water trough peeking through the log fence so I led Sir Noble to it and let him drink his fill. The donkey shook his head at us and meandered over to cautiously sniff at the horse. Acer pounded on the door to the hut.  There were no distinguishing marks on the structure to announce that this was the of
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Chapter Eight

                                                                                                                          CHAPTER EIGHT     A grand estate came into view, a massive lodge like building at the center, built of stone and wood beams, with two enormous wooden doors at the front.  Several large silos towered in the distance behind this main building and a variety of shrubbery and flowering plants landscaped the walkway and porch leading up to the doors. It was here that we led the unconscious Karo, still flopped over on his horse and once we had pulled to a stop, Acer instructed me to carry Karo’s legs by the ankles as he hefted Karo’s top half from beneath his arms. We got him to the doors and Acer began pounding on them as loudly as he could but after several moments of being met by silence he let out an exasperated huff and checked the door handle and found it to be unlocked. “This situation is too serious to just wait around on the porch for someone answer our k
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Chapter Seven

I wasn’t really sure where to find Acer, the Canadian and self proclaimed Royal Mounty that could be found riding over the hills of Sunday on his very high horse ‘Sir Noble’.  I hoped that if I stuck to the path making my way towards the Monday Mountains that we would cross paths since that is how I came to meet him last time. As it turned out, I didn’t have to worry about it for long as just as I was reaching the top of the very first hill, breathing in the warm, flower scented breeze, I spotted the leafy haired man in his red and black uniform, sitting on the grass with his horse grazing by his side. “Acer!”  I called out giving a friendly wave. He looked up startled, but seemed to recognize me at once and sprang up, hat in hand and jogged over to greet me. “Well, Miss Smidge is it?  Hello!  Oh, dear, are you needing a rush trip through Sunday again?”  Acer asked, still grinning. “Hello Acer!  No, not this time.  Today I’ve come to visit everyone I met through here last year
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Chapter Six

                                                                                                                          CHAPTER SIX     E ntering Saturday, I headed straight for the tall metal building with the smoking chimney that I had happened upon last year and where I had first met the town mayor assisting the building’s owner, a man named Tinny Tim who was a metal fabricator. I rapped on the door and let myself in to see the large, burly man, with his curly black hair, fastened into several braids with bits of tin and wearing his tin apron, visible through the window of a door behind the front counter.  I pushed through the door to see that he was working on a large metal sign, outlined with lights.  The sign read,                                                                 ‘Live the Shelf Life in Saturday!                                                 A Place for Everyone and Everyone in Their Place!                                                               
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Chapter Five

                                                                                                                      CHAPTER FIVE     W e landed the balloon in a small clearing outside of the wall and the large gate.  Now that I was on the ground, I could see that the wall and gate were not as large as I’d thought from my vantage point in the sky.  They were still too large for me to just hop over though, so I walked to the gate to see if we could get in. The gate was made of iron indeed and chained shut with a large metal padlock securing it.  The hinges were rusted but still intact and none of it would budge when I shoved on it. “Should we call for someone?  Or, how do we get in?”  I asked Dashing. He finished tying off the balloon to a nearby exposed stump root and jogged over to me. Letting out a breath he said “What’s that?  Oh, getting in.  Yes.  Should be a doooor ...”  He kicked some loose stones aside and pushed back some shrubbery from the wall, sliding his other h
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