When we last left Kelley, she was walking home after her amazing encounter with Bronson, a member of the Elfin Tribe, who had informed her that she would not be able to speak until she had transformed into a Princess. Oh, it’s all very exciting…
So where was I? Oh yes, Kelley was walking home. She had in her possession a large book that Bronson the Elf had given her. What she didn’t have was the bucket of goat milk nor the money that should have come from the sale of the milk. One doesn’t have to be a seer to realize that Kelley might be in a heap of trouble once she arrives home.
Eventually she did reach home and the wrath of her mother, Grismelda. Once Grismelda realized that Kelley had lost the bucket, hadn’t sold the milk, and refused to speak – well, it didn’t go to well for our heroine. She was boxed on the ears and sent to bed without dinner. Which was actually fine with her as it gave her time to finally open the book and see what lay inside.
So by the light of the moon (let’s not forget that this was way back in late 1700′s and one simply didn’t just turn on the lights. Thankfully it was a full moon and Kelley was able to clearly see the book.) and with shaking hands she slowly opened the thick cover and gazed at the first page… and it was blank. What? She quickly turned the next page and found that it too was blank. As were every other page that followed.
It was all too much for Kelley. Everything that had happened. In a fit of fury she threw the book across the room and lay down on the bed, crying wildly and silently. Eventually she fell asleep and had the most bizarre dream… the book was hovering in midair and the pages were slowly opening, water dripping from each page. She could almost make out the words on the pages and was reaching out to see when she woke up. A quick glance showed her that the book was in the same position that she’d thrown in and yet, it seemed almost to be glistening. Was it wet?
Kelley crept out of bed (ever so quietly… waking her mother and father would result in more ear boxing and she knew better than to risk that) and reached for the book. She drew back quickly when she realized that yes, the book WAS wet. Freaky! But her desire to know what was inside overcame the heebie jeebies of a book drenched in who knows what so she grabbed it and hauled it back into bed where she sat for a few moments to calm her racing heart before slowly opening the book once again…
Oops! Out of time. Catch us next week when we find out what Kelley read in the book, why it was wet (ewww!) as well as how her life will be now that she can no longer speak. And whether the 1795 equivalent of CPS will need to be called if her mother becomes any more abusive!