– CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT –
“Crimminy buckets. What in blazes dropped on my head?”
He looked around and then spotted Datslob looking out from behind a tree. Datslob had a startled look on his face. Reywal made his way over to his errant robot.
“What are you doing you imbecilic little android? What happened? What fell on my head?”
Datslob looked petulant. “I…I….I think we were attacked by vampire bats.” Reywal look incredulous. “Attacked by vampire bat? There are no vampires around here you idiot. Does this look like vampire country to you?” Reywal held his head.
“My goodness, I have such a headache. And where are the Krystil things? Where is our carry box? Criminy buckets, what a terrible day. I think I must get home and have a nice cup of hot chocolate. Come on you useless little automaton. What a fat lot of good you are. My assistant. Goodness, goodness me. All that work and no Krystils.”
Reywal stumbled over to the Reywalmobile and paused as he noticed the parking ticket on the window. He plucked it from under the wiper, threw it on the ground and jumped up and down on it in a fit of bad temper. Upstairs at Mr. Shama’s residence above the store, Mr. Shama removed the cloak and the hat he had worn during his journey to the forest. He walked from the living room into a small bedroom with a single bed. Leesawold lay motionless on the bed. On the floor by the bed was a wicker basket. In the basket lay the five Krystils, each giving off a slight glow and each one, a different color. Mr. Shama hummed to himself as he leaned over the motionless figure of Leesawold and pressed his hand to her forehead.
“Ah yes my little darling. You seem quite all right. Just rest while Mr. Shama sorts things out.”