Before he knew it Dell was drifting off to sleep,
propped up against the craggy wall. The empty cocoa-mug
hung loosely in his hands. His head grew heavier and
sleepier and he closed his eyes, promising to open them
again in just a moment.
He stretched out his arms, maneuvering into a more
comfortable position. Long, low, mellow tones resounded in
the hall. Suddenly he breathed deep and snorted, waking
out of slumber. The mug in his hands tipped, fell, and
gave up the ghost upon the floor with a clatter.
"Don't mind the cup," the mild voice of the monster
reassured. "You've been asleep, but now wake up for a
minute and have a listen to my song. I've been working out
some parts here, now..." His voice trailed off and the music
resumed. It was a strange song, spooky, and almost
frightening in a way. But at the same time, it gave Dell
the distinct impression that a joke was being played on
him. It was like seeing the shadow of a ware-wolf coming
toward you, but finding out it is a shadow-puppet, and that
a little bunny is making it. There was a touch of irony
and a touch of absurdity in the tune. It was oddly
provocative.
"It feels a bit gloomy, doesn't it Monster?" said
Dell.
"Uh, I guess it does," replied the monster, the melody
coming to a halt. "Is that so bad?"
"Well, no. I just don't see why every song of yours
has to be dark and introspective. It's depressing!"
"Well of course it feels gloomy! Why shouldn't it?
That's exactly what it's about, you see: a young chap
peeking an eye cautiously 'round a corner, only to see
terrors and trolls, goblins, cruelties and failures
everywhere, and shaken spears! The poor fellow clutches
his head in his hands. He shakes with fright, then anger,
then rage, and then impotent hopelessness. But he never
thinks to peer all the way 'round the corner. Because if
he had, he would have seen something with the other eye,
something just beyond the reach of the first eye! Look!
Dancing animals, his mommy and daddy, an angel with
feathery wings, a fairy with a glittering pink dress, and
strings of white lights and lanterns covered in colored
paper brightening up the scene of a wonderful party! The
cake and truffles are being served. Some silly, fat,

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Dell's Journey
FantasyThere comes a time when every man must go on a journey. This is Dell's story.