An unfinished story without good form

Jellin and Poster (as in imposter) live in Myneara of Bargone
Darbo and Clink live in Cantheara of Looma

Jellin had been sitting by the water’s edge awaiting the arrival of Poster.  Looking into the water, she could see her reflection.  To herself, she seemed large yet her oak leaf boat-float could carry not only her, but her friends Poster, Darbo, and Clink as well.  “Hello reflection of self!” as she announced herself to the water.  Her reflection nodded to the greeting and smiled back at her before putting a finger to its lips and pointing past her.  Jellin knew that Poster was creeping up behind her to give her a fright, but she wanted to scare him instead.  Still gazing into the pool, she saw him approach and just as he was about to pounce on her, she moved and into the water he fell.  “Gotcha!” she giggled as she watched him pull himself out of the water.  Poster was her good friend and had been for centuries.  His manners were a bit off at times, but she accepted him nonetheless.

After wringing himself out, Poster asked “How did you know I was coming?”  She replied, “Well, for one I was expecting you.  Secondly, I saw you come up from behind me.  He nodded at her words with a raised brow.  “Besides, I know you all too well so I let you have some of your own medicine.”  As friends do, they sat there and giggled together in the warm sun until Poster had dried up a bit.  Jellin asked, “Do you think we will be late for lunch?” “I don’t know” replied Poster.  “You know that Darbo and Clink are late with everything so I would guess that our timing will be early if not perfect.”

Darbo and Clink had been working in the garden gathering doolings and grags for their luncheon when suddenly Clink shouts “Darbo, check the sun!”  Upon looking, Darbo quickly rushed into the tree and started to set the table.  “Clink, bring those dooling and grags...hip hop lest we be late.”  Clink knew they would be late.  In his 7 cent, he could not remember a time when they were on time.  Rushing into the tree with his arms filled, he crashed straight into Darbo and both pots and harvest fly into the air and scatter about before them.  “This is always the way” stated Darbo.  “Yes indeed!” replied Clink as they gathered themselves and their strew.

Myneara of Bargone is not a great distance away from Cantheara of Looma, perhaps and eighth of a ray drift if just going with the flow.  Having boarded Jellin’s leaf boat-float, Poster offers his hand and Jellin jumps aboard.  “Do you think I should speed us along?” he says as he reaches for a stick.  “No silly.  As it is we will be right on time or early despite our delay.”  “You know that I will be 5 x 2 cent soon don’t ya now?” said Poster.  “Yes. Yes.  However, I will view you as one again.”  “Why so?”  “If we were counting as the giants do, you would be one thousand years old.”  “Oh, let us not count that way.  Yes I will be one again.  Good go Jellin.”  “Why thank you Poster.” ~   Maggie ~ Sometime in 2008