[Crack Plot] Attack of the Vampire Melons!!!
A hot night in July, the kind of night when the air hangs heavy and still, not a breath of air to stir the leaves of the trees, or the curtains of windows left open in the Mansion, to let in what fresh air there might be. A full moon shines through the treetops, silvering the drowsy land and trees, painting every leaf in blue-white light
Klingsor lies alone on the pallet in his stone cottage, his one blanket kicked back, sleepless on this stifling night, listening to the night sounds, crickets chirping, frogs croaking in a stream nearby, and mosquitoes buzzing around the one room. He's been busy in his garden since he completed building his cottage, and now the small stone structure is surrounded by a lush tangle of verdure, some flowers, some vegetables and melons.
Then another sound joins the night chorus, a low growl coming from the melon patch. He lifts himself up on one elbow, lifting the bit of sacking covering the one window and peering over the sill. Something moves in the garden. A thief come to steal the fruit?
With a snarl, he lunges from the pallet, grabbing his trousers and hauling them on before rushing out into the night and grabbing the hoe propped by the door.
But there is another noise: a low rumbling, like round things bowling about the lawns of the Mansion accompanied by a steady but rhythmic growling noise. If people run to the windows or outside, they might see them there in the moonlight: watermelons rolling about the place by their own power, and growling. If someone approaches the melons, the things may roll into their ankles, bonking into them, but other than that, they won't cause any harm.
Yes, we know, that subject line sounds like the title of a B-grade movie; I couldn't resist! Anyone out and about or simply awake is likely to hear the strange growls in the yard or see the odd things bowling about in the moonlight, or they might encounter the irate warlock trying to round up or chop the damn things. Feel free to either gawk at what's going on, or join the vampire melon hunt!
Klingsor lies alone on the pallet in his stone cottage, his one blanket kicked back, sleepless on this stifling night, listening to the night sounds, crickets chirping, frogs croaking in a stream nearby, and mosquitoes buzzing around the one room. He's been busy in his garden since he completed building his cottage, and now the small stone structure is surrounded by a lush tangle of verdure, some flowers, some vegetables and melons.
Then another sound joins the night chorus, a low growl coming from the melon patch. He lifts himself up on one elbow, lifting the bit of sacking covering the one window and peering over the sill. Something moves in the garden. A thief come to steal the fruit?
With a snarl, he lunges from the pallet, grabbing his trousers and hauling them on before rushing out into the night and grabbing the hoe propped by the door.
But there is another noise: a low rumbling, like round things bowling about the lawns of the Mansion accompanied by a steady but rhythmic growling noise. If people run to the windows or outside, they might see them there in the moonlight: watermelons rolling about the place by their own power, and growling. If someone approaches the melons, the things may roll into their ankles, bonking into them, but other than that, they won't cause any harm.
Yes, we know, that subject line sounds like the title of a B-grade movie; I couldn't resist! Anyone out and about or simply awake is likely to hear the strange growls in the yard or see the odd things bowling about in the moonlight, or they might encounter the irate warlock trying to round up or chop the damn things. Feel free to either gawk at what's going on, or join the vampire melon hunt!