This one is a little bit of escapism for children of all ages...
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One too many and the dream of all happenstance was sailing on another wind that came from the far shores of Blue-Jane’s inebriation and was a motorbike to the moon for her.
“Look me in the eyes to see how good it really is to be alive,” she said to the captain who was playing his fiddle upside down and over the edge too.
When he didn’t open his eyes but just carried on fiddling she lost interest in him and stumbled away from the campfire and its dancing light and made her way to the roadside where she listened to the rustlings in the bushes for a while.
One such rustling sounded like the eager scribbling of a pen on paper.
“Who’s there?” she said.
“No one,” said a voice from the darkness of the bushes.
“Come out and let me see you,” said Blue-Jane.
“Go away, I’m not here,” said the voice.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, I can hear your voice so you must be there,” she said to the bush.
“I’m just a bush and I have nothing to say to you,” said the voice.
“OK, have it your own way then,” said Blue-Jane and ambled her way back to the fire and the others who were all mostly dancing and circling the flames by now.
“Where have you been?” said a voice from the darkness just outside of the light of the fire and made Blue-Jane jump.
“Who’s that?” she said.
“No one,” said the voice.
“Come out of there and let me see you,” said Blue-Jane feeling a sense of déjà vu creeping up on her.
“I’m not myself tonight so I think I shall stay right here,” said the voice.
“Suit yourself,” said Blue-Jane and wondered how many other voices might be there in the darkness.
“Psst,” said a psst from the other side where it was even darker.
“What now?” said Blue-Jane trying to see into the dark.
“Can I interest you in a scary book to while away the midnight hour, I’ve got one right here if you want?” said the voice of the psst.
“Not tonight thanks, things are quite scary enough,” said Blue-Jane moving closer to the fire.
From the other side of the fire three redskin Indians came into the camp and sat on a log and stared at the flames and went unnoticed for a while.
Glowing eyes were next that stared in without blinking and unnerved Blue-Jane to move even closer to the fire’s safety.
“I shouldn’t be surprised if there were wolves out there,” said Blue-Jane to the others who had their backs now to the campfire and were standing in a protective circle after having noticed the eyes glowing from the dark.
Fear had sobered them up pretty quick and the talk was in making a run for it to the bus and taking a few lighted brands to light the way.
A roar from the jungle galvanised them into movement.
“Women and children in the centre, men on the outside with the burning sticks,” said the captain stepping up and taking command.
As they made their controlled dash towards where the bus was parked nearer to the road the branches parted and a huge bear the size of Manhattan pushed through and lumbered towards them. Two men from the company held it back by poking burning sticks at it as the others made their escape.
The captain and Blue-Jane were in the lead holding their torches high to light the way and soon they were all in the bus.
With everyone safely in, the bus began rolling forward, but just as the doors closed the raking claws of the bear pushed in through the gap and ripped the door clean off and began to rip it to pieces behind on the road as the bus disappeared into the dark of the night.
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