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R. Linda:
Now normally, if we thought we had killed someone, we might first decide to hide the body, or maybe we would stand next to it and shout "ACCIDENT!" as a passerby might come upon us, or we might act like we ourselves had just come upon it and oh my, what has happened here? As if we knew nothing about it. But that isn't the case here, instead the weepy Guildenstern walked many a mile that day not caring if he lived or died, or was hit by a six horse drawn carriage or a motorboat. Life was no longer livable without your best friend in the entire world.
And so, he sat himself down by a tree to rest, gently placing Rosencrantz down. And there he sat glancing at the body every so often and each time he'd burst into pathetic tears that would break the heart of . . . of . . . even the Earl of MacNasty. Or would it?
Well, as fate would have it who just happened to come riding by, but the Earl himself with his entourage of merry men and behind them was a cart which contained an injured Cedric, the arrow still sticking out of his foot.
Um, not exactly the people Guildenstern wanted to meet up with. No indeed. Far from it. I would wager now he wished he had hidden not only the body of Rosencrantz but his own.
"Whit hae we ere'?" The Earl said, an evil sneer taking over his features. "Could it be? Why Cedric," he called behind him, "lookie whit we hae coomb upon weel ye."
UH OH!
Cedric, his foot bandaged so much it was ten times the size of his other one, arrow protruding, looked around and as soon as he saw Guildenstern, struggled to get up so he could strangle the man, but he was held back by MacDaff who was sporting a rather large bandage on his head where head met tree.
"Weel, weel, weel," the Earl grinned maliciously, "hae ye my ring?"
Guildenstern's heart had stopped pounding when MacDaff held the angry Cedric back, and had got hold of his faculties (as much as someone like him could get hold) and let loose a tirade at everyone over the death of his beloved friend and whooy on the ring and all that rot. He would have gone on for virtually hours if it wasn't for everyone leaning forward in their saddles looking down at the dead body.
"Wot?" Guildenstern asked.
"Deid body?" The Earl sneered, "ye sure aboot that?"
"Wot?" Guildenstern asked again.
"Nae deid body that I see. Mair like a living one at that," The Earl snarled.
"Ye sae nae deid body, fur real ye don't see won?" Guildenstern said, too superstitious to turn around and look for himself. If he had, he'd have seen a very groggy and battered Rosencrantz waking up. He moved like a tattered and torn Edward Scissorhands, but well, when you have been fallen upon, your battered body doesn't act like it used to.
"M'lady," Rosencrantz said looking at Guildenstern, "Gie us a haggis!"
Guildenstern whipped around startled to hear his friend's voice and more startled to be addressed as "M'lady."
The Earl leaned forward on the pommel of his saddle to address Guildenstern in a low evil voice.
"Sae m'lady, but methinks yer friend there is got ye mixed up wi someone else." He snickered right into Guildenstern's face. "Now prae tell where is my RING?"
Guildenstern's face drained of all blood realising he had the ring and then stupidly kicked it away. He hit his head with the palm of his hand in realisation of what a dolt he really was turning out to be.
"I noo aroon where it be," he said desperately, "let me live ain I weel take ye there."
"Aroon? ye doesnae know exactly were it be?"
"I . . . uh . . . I dae think I noo."
And with that said, he was ordered to lead the way. Meanwhile the robot movements of Rosencrantz were too slow and would slow the group down, so unfortunately, he was stuck in the cart with MacDaff and gulp, Cedric.
I can't watch.
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
R. Linda:
Now normally, if we thought we had killed someone, we might first decide to hide the body, or maybe we would stand next to it and shout "ACCIDENT!" as a passerby might come upon us, or we might act like we ourselves had just come upon it and oh my, what has happened here? As if we knew nothing about it. But that isn't the case here, instead the weepy Guildenstern walked many a mile that day not caring if he lived or died, or was hit by a six horse drawn carriage or a motorboat. Life was no longer livable without your best friend in the entire world.
And so, he sat himself down by a tree to rest, gently placing Rosencrantz down. And there he sat glancing at the body every so often and each time he'd burst into pathetic tears that would break the heart of . . . of . . . even the Earl of MacNasty. Or would it?
Well, as fate would have it who just happened to come riding by, but the Earl himself with his entourage of merry men and behind them was a cart which contained an injured Cedric, the arrow still sticking out of his foot.
Um, not exactly the people Guildenstern wanted to meet up with. No indeed. Far from it. I would wager now he wished he had hidden not only the body of Rosencrantz but his own.
"Whit hae we ere'?" The Earl said, an evil sneer taking over his features. "Could it be? Why Cedric," he called behind him, "lookie whit we hae coomb upon weel ye."
UH OH!
Cedric, his foot bandaged so much it was ten times the size of his other one, arrow protruding, looked around and as soon as he saw Guildenstern, struggled to get up so he could strangle the man, but he was held back by MacDaff who was sporting a rather large bandage on his head where head met tree.
"Weel, weel, weel," the Earl grinned maliciously, "hae ye my ring?"
Guildenstern's heart had stopped pounding when MacDaff held the angry Cedric back, and had got hold of his faculties (as much as someone like him could get hold) and let loose a tirade at everyone over the death of his beloved friend and whooy on the ring and all that rot. He would have gone on for virtually hours if it wasn't for everyone leaning forward in their saddles looking down at the dead body.
"Wot?" Guildenstern asked.
"Deid body?" The Earl sneered, "ye sure aboot that?"
"Wot?" Guildenstern asked again.
"Nae deid body that I see. Mair like a living one at that," The Earl snarled.
"Ye sae nae deid body, fur real ye don't see won?" Guildenstern said, too superstitious to turn around and look for himself. If he had, he'd have seen a very groggy and battered Rosencrantz waking up. He moved like a tattered and torn Edward Scissorhands, but well, when you have been fallen upon, your battered body doesn't act like it used to.
"M'lady," Rosencrantz said looking at Guildenstern, "Gie us a haggis!"
Guildenstern whipped around startled to hear his friend's voice and more startled to be addressed as "M'lady."
The Earl leaned forward on the pommel of his saddle to address Guildenstern in a low evil voice.
"Sae m'lady, but methinks yer friend there is got ye mixed up wi someone else." He snickered right into Guildenstern's face. "Now prae tell where is my RING?"
Guildenstern's face drained of all blood realising he had the ring and then stupidly kicked it away. He hit his head with the palm of his hand in realisation of what a dolt he really was turning out to be.
"I noo aroon where it be," he said desperately, "let me live ain I weel take ye there."
"Aroon? ye doesnae know exactly were it be?"
"I . . . uh . . . I dae think I noo."
And with that said, he was ordered to lead the way. Meanwhile the robot movements of Rosencrantz were too slow and would slow the group down, so unfortunately, he was stuck in the cart with MacDaff and gulp, Cedric.
I can't watch.
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
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