Restoring 'Tween Time Author:Verna Clay Roscoe Crème, a very common and simple boy, was not likely to have many adventures. He was too plain of face to be handsome, and too small of frame to perform heroic deeds. He was not brilliant of mind, nor was his speech exceptional. — Our story begins in a very mundane manner... — Excerpt: — Roscoe gazed in wonder at the strange little man grip... more »ping his round bulging belly and laughing uproariously. He blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't dreaming before tentatively asking, "Who are you?"
The little person immediately ceased laughing. "You can see me?" he choked.
"Yes, I can see you."
Oh, oh, oh. This is not good! This is not good! repeated the stranger.
"What's not good?" asked Roscoe.
"What is not good?' echoed the little man. "It is not good that you can see me. You are not supposed to see me unless I want you to."
In the next instant, another unusual creature befuddled Roscoe when she flew into his sight. This sparkling being was only the size of Roscoe's forearm, with black hair cascading around a lovely, flawless complexion. Her green eyes slanted upwards and dimples played peek-a-boo in her cheeks. She wore a splendid midnight blue dress that twinkled like stars unobstructed by clouds. Her tiny wings fluttered as fast as a hummingbird's. Her voice sound excellent as she sang her words.
"What is not good. What is not good? Please tell me, Askuonas, what is not good?"
The old man replied, "The human child can see me!"
"Oh, my! Oh, my! she sang in her soprano voice. "Can he see me, too?"
"Yes, I can see..." Roscoe sang the words, but stopped mid-sentence. He cleared his throat and began again, enunciating each word. "Yes. I. Can. See. You. Too." The temptation to sing the words was almost overwhelming.
"We must go to Fadiwave, immediately!" sang the old man. "Oh, drat, now you have me singing. Stop casting the singing spell! We don't have time for this nonsense!"
"Singing is not nonsense!" retorted the flitting female. "It's very natural and you should do more of it! Maybe you wouldn't be so grumpy."« less