Grimoire: A story from Over the garden wall

Grimoire of the unknown

Maybe an hour or two have passed, my legs are already tired, just like Greg's staggering around the corner holding his frog in his lap.

Peanut, I think I'm dizzy - says Greg - and this is a concrete fact.

Beatrice arrives - I exclaim, tired, resting on some nearby rocks, taking advantage of the shade of the trees - let's rest for a while, walk, walk and it seems that we are further from our goal ... even without direction, my broken heart is still in pieces , scattered around the cemetery of my lost love, why only ...

Wirt, wirt - said Greg, pulling my cloak down.

-What's it?

Peanut and I are hungry.

-So am I, do you have anything to eat around here?

I'll take a look and I'll be right back - says Beatrice, rushing her steps or in this case her flapping wings, it didn't take long for her to come back - people, come here, we're close, I saw some pumpkins and a small river behind those trees, it's not not even a kilometer from here.

We walked a little and saw the pumpkins and the river, we drank some water, I opened a pumpkin and with that piece I made a glass, Beatrice drinks very little, Greg already drank water imitating the frog, as if licking the water, just like one cat or dog ... crazy.

He picked up a rock and threw it at a pumpkin, putting his entire arm inside the pumpkin and getting all dirty.

Hey, what are you doing here - says a woman with a pumpkin head and a long pink silk dress, maybe in Halloween costume - when we met the woodsman, he told us about a citynext, does she live there, that couple also told us about the city, but for some reason they decided that the library could help us get home faster - you are ending our harvest.

Ah ... sorry, I didn't know - I say, not really sure what to do, looking from side to side, running my hand through my hair - it wasn't our intention that we are hungry and ... (Before completing my speech, she raises her hand as if to say to me, "wait a moment")

Okay, you can eat if you're hungry - says the young woman, who looks sweet, besides the fact that she has a pumpkin on her head.

-Sorry for the question, but do you live nearby?

Yes, I live in a village near here.

Perfect, at last we found the city we were looking for (I think), but I still had one more question: Ah ... you've heard about a lost grimoire?

The young woman is silent, collecting vegetables, I approach and go to help her, I take a pumpkin to put in the cart she brought, the moment she turns to me and says: On the side of the village there is an extensive cornfield, for there is a festival where the vegetables play and sing beautiful music, the last time I heard the grimoire was there, but no one dares to play it, because they say that if the dead are found in it they could never return to life.

What do you mean by that? - I ask, with confusion in my mind.

It's a long and confusing story, you know.

After we had passed through the city and had to do a few hours of legwork, we met another pumpkin saying that he had built a very powerful cart, in the end there was a mess of birds and the car ended up crashing, and no sign of the grimoire , but we managed to make the car work by going back to the road, Beatrice was also in the vehicle, as she rested her feathers.

Beatrice, is this book real? - begins to ask me in reverie.

I don't know, but sincerely Wirt I hope it is, we are working so hard to find it, that I am sure we will find something related to it, and you will be able to return home.

Incredible as it may seem, Beatrice's words cheered me up, fuel to get my mind's car back on track, however I wasn't sure if I would find my destination or at least the way home ...