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A chapter in the book The Gardens at Weatherbury
C3 - A Little Bit of a Tantrum
by Y. M. Roger
I was still unsure how my standing in the shed could make it light up. I stepped outside and then back inside, and, sure enough, it lit again.
Well, wasn’t that something? I wondered if the lighting would follow me deeper into the shed, but Constantine stomping his feet on the cabinet interrupted my thoughts.
“Hey!” he interjected excitedly, waving his hand back and forth. “What are you doin’ with the ‘in and out’ there, Keeper? We’ve got work to do!”
Tilting my head, I narrowed my eyes at him. I hadn’t thought the plants and shrubs were that ‘out of shape’. In fact, curiosity had been the real reason I'd opened the shed in the first place – specifically, curiosity about the cabinet Sir Phillipe had spoken of. And, of course, Constantine was standing on it.
Stepping closer, I saw the cabinet was scratched and dented, as though someone had tried to break it open.
“Did you beat this up, Constantine?”
The sassy gnome caught his breath and looked horrified. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again, saying nothing. He huffed, obviously annoyed, and then went through the whole routine again until he found some words.
“I cannot believe you think I would do this!” He grabbed his hat and shook it at me in exasperation. “Do I look like the kind of fella that would beat up an unsuspecting cabinet?” He spluttered some more, held his arms out, and spun around in a very ungraceful circle, presumably for me to take a look at him. Then he shoved his hat back on. “Huh, Keeper? Do I?”
I swallowed my laugh, remembering his stomping a few moments ago.
“Umm, well, you are the only other one in here…”
I let my words trail off, knowing they would probably set him off again. He didn’t disappoint.
“Arrrrrrrggh!” Constantine exclaimed, pitching his hat in the air. But its trajectory had a backward angle such that it disappeared behind the cabinet. He shoved one hand in his pocket and pointed at me with the other. “Now you listen to me, Keeper Nicholas! You need to know that if there’s anyone around here with a level head, it’s me!”
I smiled. “I can see that.”
“G-Trash made all the dents in this here cabinet because it quit lettin’ him in when he showed up sloshed a while back!”
“Okaaaay…” I smiled again. My goodness he was excited. “Constantine?”
“What!”
“Can I get your hat for you?” I asked gently, my grin uncontainable.
His hands immediately went to his head – he didn’t realize he’d tossed it. He grinned sheepishly, his tirade derailed.
“Uhhh, yeah.” He looked around. “Where’d it go?
I squatted down to slide the cabinet.
“Wait, no!” Constantine warned from above, but it was too late.
A pink, armored ball rolled out from a hole revealed there. Before I could react, the ball exploded into a pink armadillo in a comical ninja-like stance.
“Halt, you heathens!”
“Oh, brother,” Constantine murmured.
To be continued…
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I was still unsure how my standing in the shed could make it light up. I stepped outside and then back inside, and, sure enough, it lit again.
Well, wasn’t that something? I wondered if the lighting would follow me deeper into the shed, but Constantine stomping his feet on the cabinet interrupted my thoughts.
“Hey!” he interjected excitedly, waving his hand back and forth. “What are you doin’ with the ‘in and out’ there, Keeper? We’ve got work to do!”
Tilting my head, I narrowed my eyes at him. I hadn’t thought the plants and shrubs were that ‘out of shape’. In fact, curiosity had been the real reason I'd opened the shed in the first place – specifically, curiosity about the cabinet Sir Phillipe had spoken of. And, of course, Constantine was standing on it.
Stepping closer, I saw the cabinet was scratched and dented, as though someone had tried to break it open.
“Did you beat this up, Constantine?”
The sassy gnome caught his breath and looked horrified. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again, saying nothing. He huffed, obviously annoyed, and then went through the whole routine again until he found some words.
“I cannot believe you think I would do this!” He grabbed his hat and shook it at me in exasperation. “Do I look like the kind of fella that would beat up an unsuspecting cabinet?” He spluttered some more, held his arms out, and spun around in a very ungraceful circle, presumably for me to take a look at him. Then he shoved his hat back on. “Huh, Keeper? Do I?”
I swallowed my laugh, remembering his stomping a few moments ago.
“Umm, well, you are the only other one in here…”
I let my words trail off, knowing they would probably set him off again. He didn’t disappoint.
“Arrrrrrrggh!” Constantine exclaimed, pitching his hat in the air. But its trajectory had a backward angle such that it disappeared behind the cabinet. He shoved one hand in his pocket and pointed at me with the other. “Now you listen to me, Keeper Nicholas! You need to know that if there’s anyone around here with a level head, it’s me!”
I smiled. “I can see that.”
“G-Trash made all the dents in this here cabinet because it quit lettin’ him in when he showed up sloshed a while back!”
“Okaaaay…” I smiled again. My goodness he was excited. “Constantine?”
“What!”
“Can I get your hat for you?” I asked gently, my grin uncontainable.
His hands immediately went to his head – he didn’t realize he’d tossed it. He grinned sheepishly, his tirade derailed.
“Uhhh, yeah.” He looked around. “Where’d it go?
I squatted down to slide the cabinet.
“Wait, no!” Constantine warned from above, but it was too late.
A pink, armored ball rolled out from a hole revealed there. Before I could react, the ball exploded into a pink armadillo in a comical ninja-like stance.
“Halt, you heathens!”
“Oh, brother,” Constantine murmured.
To be continued…
Well, wasn’t that something? I wondered if the lighting would follow me deeper into the shed, but Constantine stomping his feet on the cabinet interrupted my thoughts.
“Hey!” he interjected excitedly, waving his hand back and forth. “What are you doin’ with the ‘in and out’ there, Keeper? We’ve got work to do!”
Tilting my head, I narrowed my eyes at him. I hadn’t thought the plants and shrubs were that ‘out of shape’. In fact, curiosity had been the real reason I'd opened the shed in the first place – specifically, curiosity about the cabinet Sir Phillipe had spoken of. And, of course, Constantine was standing on it.
Stepping closer, I saw the cabinet was scratched and dented, as though someone had tried to break it open.
“Did you beat this up, Constantine?”
The sassy gnome caught his breath and looked horrified. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again, saying nothing. He huffed, obviously annoyed, and then went through the whole routine again until he found some words.
“I cannot believe you think I would do this!” He grabbed his hat and shook it at me in exasperation. “Do I look like the kind of fella that would beat up an unsuspecting cabinet?” He spluttered some more, held his arms out, and spun around in a very ungraceful circle, presumably for me to take a look at him. Then he shoved his hat back on. “Huh, Keeper? Do I?”
I swallowed my laugh, remembering his stomping a few moments ago.
“Umm, well, you are the only other one in here…”
I let my words trail off, knowing they would probably set him off again. He didn’t disappoint.
“Arrrrrrrggh!” Constantine exclaimed, pitching his hat in the air. But its trajectory had a backward angle such that it disappeared behind the cabinet. He shoved one hand in his pocket and pointed at me with the other. “Now you listen to me, Keeper Nicholas! You need to know that if there’s anyone around here with a level head, it’s me!”
I smiled. “I can see that.”
“G-Trash made all the dents in this here cabinet because it quit lettin’ him in when he showed up sloshed a while back!”
“Okaaaay…” I smiled again. My goodness he was excited. “Constantine?”
“What!”
“Can I get your hat for you?” I asked gently, my grin uncontainable.
His hands immediately went to his head – he didn’t realize he’d tossed it. He grinned sheepishly, his tirade derailed.
“Uhhh, yeah.” He looked around. “Where’d it go?
I squatted down to slide the cabinet.
“Wait, no!” Constantine warned from above, but it was too late.
A pink, armored ball rolled out from a hole revealed there. Before I could react, the ball exploded into a pink armadillo in a comical ninja-like stance.
“Halt, you heathens!”
“Oh, brother,” Constantine murmured.
To be continued…
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'The Gardens at Weatherbury' is a collection of 500-word chapters about young Nicholas' continuing adventures as Groundskeeper to the unique gardens at the fantastical Weatherbury Estate.
SPECIAL NOTE: This is only Chapter 3 --- Be sure to pop over to my Portfolio and catch up on past chapters. :) Gardens at Weatherbury is right there on top! Don't miss out on this fun adventure! And, yes, each chapter is only 500 words, folks! ;)
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Nicholas (narrator) - young boy (current age 17), telling of adventures since accepting Weatherbury's Groundskeeper job at age 14.
Constantine - garden gnome and self-appointed on-site manager of the Gardens
Rosalind - (aka Rosa) sentient climbing rosebush whose job it is to guard the Garden Shed
Sir Phillipe - owner of Weatherbury Estate
George Thrasher - (aka G-Trash, according to Constantine) former Groundskeeper, employment terminated by Sir Phillipe in Prologue
Thank you so much for reading me! ;)
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and 2 member cents. SPECIAL NOTE: This is only Chapter 3 --- Be sure to pop over to my Portfolio and catch up on past chapters. :) Gardens at Weatherbury is right there on top! Don't miss out on this fun adventure! And, yes, each chapter is only 500 words, folks! ;)
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Nicholas (narrator) - young boy (current age 17), telling of adventures since accepting Weatherbury's Groundskeeper job at age 14.
Constantine - garden gnome and self-appointed on-site manager of the Gardens
Rosalind - (aka Rosa) sentient climbing rosebush whose job it is to guard the Garden Shed
Sir Phillipe - owner of Weatherbury Estate
George Thrasher - (aka G-Trash, according to Constantine) former Groundskeeper, employment terminated by Sir Phillipe in Prologue
Thank you so much for reading me! ;)
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