A FAINT SQUEAK from an unstable ceiling fan could be heard circling round and round ever so slowly. Michael could barely catch this sound and found it to be the only thing he sensed being where he was. He discovered himself to be in a very tiny and quite cramped utility closet with a paint can, a suitcase, and a broom leaned against him. He felt for where the exit was and found the doorknob. Out of the closet he came, and Michael realized that he was not just in some house. He was indeed in a small cottage. All the others as well had fallen into different types of rooms such as bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen rooms, dining rooms, closet rooms, and even living rooms. Michael made his way through several different hallways that seemed to wind passed each other this way or that.
For you see, though this small cottage was of course small, at the same time it was not small. A puzzle for most who do not like puzzles at all, but a simple explanation being of that which cannot be explained. Michael finally made it to the room known as a living room and saw that his companions were already here, including the fair maiden. Each of them were seated in a seat for seating all lined up as if they were seated for a performance of some kind. There was an empty seat by the fair maiden, so Michael took it. No, he literally took the seat lifting it up to see if there was any gum underneath it. He hated it when there was gum underneath his seat. So he put the seat back beside the fair maiden and sat his rump down.
Next to occur, a peculiar occurrence did occur peculiarly, indeed. Out from the halls and the different rooms came seven elderly looking folk jumping up and down clapping their hands and singing, "Fa la da la cha a purple chicken's featherless wing! Oomp Kerh Waxi we hate the fact we were forced to sing!"
"That...sounded horrendous!" whispered the Director to Michael of the Manor
"Shush, boy!" whisper shouted Michael smiling ear to ear in enjoyment. And the Director was shushed.
The seven elderly folk finished dancing in a triangle formation and finally sat down on the dirt floor attempting to try with all their might to do a split each. What a terrifying sight these old coots were! They were far older than any ought to live and far uglier than any ought to be still living. Five of them were old men and two were older women. Their ears weighed down their heads and swayed either way they turned. The hair that was left on their heads was white as a bucket full of white paint as white as snow. Their wrinkles had wrinkles and wrinkled their wrinkles all down their corpselike bods from their sagging cheeks to the flab on their arms. Even though each one of them smiled, one could never tell by the frown carved into their dying faces. Some didn't even have teeth, and those who did would rather they didn't. Their eyes sank deep back into their sockets and their nostrils hung low and whiskers stuck out straight in all directions. All this to say, none of the persons of the Thirty Persons there that day ever wanted to grow old one bit.
"Where in all the Land have we found ourselves to be?" thought Kahl to himself. Or so he thought he had thought this thought to himself for in fact he had thought this very thought out loud and not to himself.
"You mean to mean you do not know?" questioned one of the elderly for he had heard Kahl's out loud thoughts even if they were soft-spoken. For you see, though they were anciently old, these elder folk had very fine hearing curiously.
"I find that very odd," added one of the elderly ladies.
"Why, we do not receive many guests and not many of them land on our beds!" remarked the other old lady winking at the Director.
"Uh—it was beside her bed! I would never be so rude. And I do apologize once more, dear lady," replied the Director with much sweat on his sweaty brow. The old lady blushed and gave him a cute wave.
"After all these years the Land has forgotten us, dear brother," said one old man.
"Sadly, my brother, sadly. Oh, the toils we endured to be known! The hardships seem to be nothing but vanity," replied another aged one.
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That Which Cannot Be Explained
FantasíaFor not that very long of a time, Michael of the Manor was seeking for an opportunity of a lifetime. And just when that opportunity seemed to be opportune, all that is and was now is not and was not. The Land that this young fellow thought to be of...
