Journal Entry II
It dawned on me that I need to introduce my crew! I think I will start at the beginning...
After my Uncle George was taken away to The Isle, I ran from room to room gathering last minute items. When I ran in to the kitchen, Stevie was standing by the dying cook fire chewing on a slice of pumpernickel. And just so you know, I never liked pumpernickel...
"Felix!" He shoved the crust in his mouth and ran over, gripping my paw he spoke, "How are you my boy!? I told them to move the ship I did! Its in the new location it is!"
Steven Brown was an Australian Blue Heeler. Short red merle fur was slightly sooty from standing near the fire. He was incredibly smart, but always a bit skittish. After all, he had been arrested for stealing cattle. My uncle had seen him on a transportation vessel bound for Australia when he was a navigator for the Royal Navy. Luckily, my uncle pulled some strings and Stevie had become a beloved member of our house, however, he was always running off. I always called him Speedy Stevie.
"I thought you would be half way to Paris by now." I said with a smile.
"Ah, well, ya see, I loved your family.... and I wanted to see the place one last time." He spoke quietly, bashfully avoiding eye contact.
"It is so quiet isn't it? No bustle, no hustle... Aunt Diva would have hated it. Empty like it is. Of course I understand why, but I am going to miss it."
"Oh Felix, my boy! It will be lively again! Just you wait! The Queen will return!"
"I know." I smiled at him.
"But you know, you really shouldn't hang around here. Sir Dom looked like he was going to murder someone. You didn't call him that name you pups gave him in school, now did ya?"
"What?! OF COURSE NOT!" I trilled sarcastically.
"You know that is just the style Poodles have..."
"Stevie, could you possibly help me? One last favor?"
"Of course."
Stevie ran out to the stable and began harnessing up a donkey and a mule. All the other horses had been seized by the Giers, but they left an old donkey, Phil, and his wife, Belle the mule. She was such a chatter box! Never stopped nagging. And Phil, well, he just sort of smiled at her when she would start. He was smitten. They were hard workers, always helped in the fields. And I was going to need them one last time.
I grabbed some important things, and some sentimental things, when I happened upon the study. Uncle George's cigars in the silver humidor, the leather bound volumes lined the walls, it smelled a bit like a bourbon barrel. I spotted maps and atlases, and my uncle's journal. I grabbed as much as I could. Shoving it in to my old trunk from school. I headed out to the carriage.
"Oh sweetie! I cannot believe what has happened! I have known your uncle since he was a pup! Always standing up for the underdog, always fighting the good fight. As a matter of fact, and Phil can confirm, but I was a young filly, and your uncle was in the school yard -"
"Belle, I love you, but right now I need to leave semi-quietly." I interrupted her.
"Right. Sorry. I'll be quiet. Not a peep - "
"Belle." Phil muttered.
"Oh, yes, sorry."
"My boy, everything is in the carriage. Where you headed?"
"Honestly, I don't really want to say. I know you are on the up, but I never know who is watching."
"Understandable. Well, I guess this is goodbye."
"Yes, it is. Stevie, thank you. You have been like another uncle to me."
"Felix, I - It has been an honor seeing you grow."
Slowly flakes of snow began to fall, he looked at me and we embraced. I hopped in the carriage and Phil tugged Belle forward down the drive. I looked back, "Stevie! You better stay out of trouble!"
"You know I won't!"
As he shrank, I turned and spoke to Phil, "We are going to Brendon House, I need to talk to John."
After my Uncle George was taken away to The Isle, I ran from room to room gathering last minute items. When I ran in to the kitchen, Stevie was standing by the dying cook fire chewing on a slice of pumpernickel. And just so you know, I never liked pumpernickel...
"Felix!" He shoved the crust in his mouth and ran over, gripping my paw he spoke, "How are you my boy!? I told them to move the ship I did! Its in the new location it is!"
Steven Brown was an Australian Blue Heeler. Short red merle fur was slightly sooty from standing near the fire. He was incredibly smart, but always a bit skittish. After all, he had been arrested for stealing cattle. My uncle had seen him on a transportation vessel bound for Australia when he was a navigator for the Royal Navy. Luckily, my uncle pulled some strings and Stevie had become a beloved member of our house, however, he was always running off. I always called him Speedy Stevie.
"I thought you would be half way to Paris by now." I said with a smile.
"Ah, well, ya see, I loved your family.... and I wanted to see the place one last time." He spoke quietly, bashfully avoiding eye contact.
"It is so quiet isn't it? No bustle, no hustle... Aunt Diva would have hated it. Empty like it is. Of course I understand why, but I am going to miss it."
"Oh Felix, my boy! It will be lively again! Just you wait! The Queen will return!"
"I know." I smiled at him.
"But you know, you really shouldn't hang around here. Sir Dom looked like he was going to murder someone. You didn't call him that name you pups gave him in school, now did ya?"
"What?! OF COURSE NOT!" I trilled sarcastically.
"You know that is just the style Poodles have..."
"Stevie, could you possibly help me? One last favor?"
"Of course."
Stevie ran out to the stable and began harnessing up a donkey and a mule. All the other horses had been seized by the Giers, but they left an old donkey, Phil, and his wife, Belle the mule. She was such a chatter box! Never stopped nagging. And Phil, well, he just sort of smiled at her when she would start. He was smitten. They were hard workers, always helped in the fields. And I was going to need them one last time.
I grabbed some important things, and some sentimental things, when I happened upon the study. Uncle George's cigars in the silver humidor, the leather bound volumes lined the walls, it smelled a bit like a bourbon barrel. I spotted maps and atlases, and my uncle's journal. I grabbed as much as I could. Shoving it in to my old trunk from school. I headed out to the carriage.
"Oh sweetie! I cannot believe what has happened! I have known your uncle since he was a pup! Always standing up for the underdog, always fighting the good fight. As a matter of fact, and Phil can confirm, but I was a young filly, and your uncle was in the school yard -"
"Belle, I love you, but right now I need to leave semi-quietly." I interrupted her.
"Right. Sorry. I'll be quiet. Not a peep - "
"Belle." Phil muttered.
"Oh, yes, sorry."
"My boy, everything is in the carriage. Where you headed?"
"Honestly, I don't really want to say. I know you are on the up, but I never know who is watching."
"Understandable. Well, I guess this is goodbye."
"Yes, it is. Stevie, thank you. You have been like another uncle to me."
"Felix, I - It has been an honor seeing you grow."
Slowly flakes of snow began to fall, he looked at me and we embraced. I hopped in the carriage and Phil tugged Belle forward down the drive. I looked back, "Stevie! You better stay out of trouble!"
"You know I won't!"
As he shrank, I turned and spoke to Phil, "We are going to Brendon House, I need to talk to John."
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