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Date Posted: 20:42:51 04/04/02 Thu
Author: Corum & Yorik
Subject: This item went to......
In reply to: Rowan 's message, "I prefer trading" on 15:13:59 04/04/02 Thu

Alright. The race was on, and everyone seemed in the mood to find stuff. A lot of stuff. Strange stuff. Different stuff. All kind of stuff. And Corum was headed out to wherever his feet, or Yorik’s for that matter, (now let’s stop and think about something here….since when did Yorik grow feet?), would take him.

So Corum walked into one of the houses, and started to look around, and around, and around, finally spotting something on one of the shelves he hadn’t noticed before.

Do you remember grandma's lye soap? Good for everything in the home, and the secret was in the scrubbing. It wouldn't suds and couldn't foam. So we'll now sing the second verse. Let's get it with great exuberance; let's live it up. It's not raining inside tonight. Everyone, let's have a happy time. Are we ready? All together, the second verse. Little Herman and brother Thurman had an aversion to washing their ears. Grandma scrubbed them with the lye soap, and they haven't heard a word in years.

Corum slowly turned to face Yorik, and wondered just what the hell he was rambling about. He noticed Yorik staring at the shelf, and sure enough, there was a bar of soap there. “Way to go Yorik!” Corum exclaimed as he grabbed the bar of soap. “Now that’s what I call teamwork.” He continued to search the house for the other items.

At first we three thought 'twas the biblical cord of life. Then noticing 'twas connected to his head how strange. Not to be believed I reached out to feel, and the pony's eyes they opened. The cord got hard the head looked around, and you know who pushed and gushed the waters of life. First two hooved feet then the shine of his fur, but at first to my eyes only Feather - feather – wings. The butterflies flew up in such colors exploding all around us. The rest I did not see till there he stood all eyes in wonder. Who me - who you, look.

Now this announcement really made Corum wonder at the sanity, or remaining sanity of Yorik. The staff had spewed about some crazy nonsense about something that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. So what was the problem? Well considering we’re dealing with Corum here, especially Corum, we realize now that the character is slightly short several marbles, and considering he probably only has about three of them, that’s one too many, and his chances of becoming anywhere near intelligent is simply short of a miracle.

Corum stumbled around the room, and sat at the table, looking at Yorik. “Do you know how stupid that sounded?” Corum asked. “Look around you, where do you see hooves anyhow? You don’t, so there. Corum opened a book that had been lying on the table, and found a picture of a donkey in it. He looked at the title, and realized it was about training animals. He turned the page, and there, within the tome acting as a bookmark was a feather. He was really surprised, until he finally glared at Yorik. “What? You couldn’t say something like open up the damn book? Noooooo, you had to go around talking in riddles. Sometimes you start to remind me of Erlic.” Corum could never understand the thief, and the way he spoke at times. For that matter, neither could Marz. “OK, back to work.”

I feel the magic in your caress I feel magic when I touch your dress. Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel's face. I see magic in your eyes I hear the magic in your sighs. Just when I think I'm gonna get away I hear those words that you always say.

“OK,” Corum stated. “I get the drift. So you like gonna tell me where to find it?” Corum simply stared at Yorik, and the skull remained motionless.

“YO CHIEF!” Barry exclaimed. Corum turned, and had forgotten that Barry was with him. The skull came toward him with a worm in his mouth. “That’s gross,” Corum stated until he took a closer look at the worm in Barry’s mouth, which really wasn’t a worm but a leather cord. “Hey alright!” Corum exclaimed. “Thanks a lot dude.”

So far he had gathered three items, and wondered just how much luck he would really have.

I broke my bat on Johnny’s head; Somebody snitched on me. I hid a frog in sister’s bed; Somebody snitched on me. I Spilled some ink on Mommy’s rug; I made Tommy eat a bug; Bought some gum with a penny slug; Somebody snitched on me.

This house was a gold mine as far as Corum was concerned. Now if he could only understand exactly what Yorik was talking about, he might find all the stuff. “I think Yorik suffered a head concussion,” Corum explained to Barry, along with the words that Yorik had spewed out. The skull floated around the room, looking here, and looking there.

“Yo Chief!!!!” Barry yelled. “Up here, but I think you’ll need something to get at it.” Corum looked around, and grabbed a chair, but that didn’t help since he still couldn’t see. He found a stool, and placed it on the chair. Carefully, he held on to the wall of the building as he climbed up, only to find a small bottle of ink. He carefully reached out, and was about to place it in his sack when he lost his balance, and came tumbling down, splashing the ink all over his face.

“Hey you look really, uh, different, yeah, that’s it, different,” Barry announced trying to act all casual like.

Corum simply looked at the skull, and back at the ink jar he had been holding, surprised that some was still in the jar. Well, he did find ink didn’t he, even though some was still in the bottle, while most of it was splattered all over him.

“No one said it had to be in the bottle, right?” Yorik asked. The skull nodded in agreement.

We live in the city. We live in the jungle. It's time to be drinking a thimble humble. Everything you ever see is never more than you and me. Give it on in to the beauty of the MYSTERY.

Corum shook his head once again. “Yorik is up to his old tricks again,” Corum told Barry. “He says that there’s a thimble around here somewhere used for drinking.

“Right!” Barry stated deciding it was better to rush off somewhere. Corum looked through the drawers, cabinets, and everyplace else. He wasn’t going to look in the cupboard, because it simply didn’t make sense. No one drank from a thimble, no one. Finally they were about to leave when Yorik’s eyes glowed a deep blue. “All right, we’ll check the cupboard.” Corum muttered something totally incoherent, as opposed to anything incoherent, as he approached the cupboard. He rummaged around, and found a blue java mug, but that was all wrong. Yorik had stated there was a thimble to be found, not a blue java mug. Of course he’d take the mug, and use it for points as he grabbed it, and started to place it in the sack when he heard something clicking inside the mug. He stared at the contents of the mug, and slowly rolled his eyes. “Now who in their right mind would place a thimble, inside a mug? Who? Tell me, who?”

When no one answered he decided this building was finished. He was just about to step out.

Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? And who did you run to? And whose lips have you been kissin'? And whose ear did you make a wish in? Is she the one that you've been missin', baby? Well whose bed have your boots been under?

Corum turned to look at Yorik, and then at Barry. “Just for you Yorik, I’ll look under the bed. But the way you talk, I’m sure they won’t be under the bed.” He found the bedroom, looked at the dresser only to see a vial of liquid. He uncorked it, and was surprised to find scented bath oil. “HAH!!!!!” he exclaimed. “You were wrong. There was bath oil here, not boots.” Corum stuck his tongue out at the staff.

“Uh Chief,” Barry stated. “You better have a look at this.”

Corum walked over by Barry who was floating by the bed. “Don’t tell me,” Corum stated. Barry simply nodded his head as Corum looked under the bed, only to find a pair of brown boots. “OK, that’s it, we’re getting outta here. I can’t take it anymore.”

We gotta get outta this place. If it’s the last thing we ever do. We gotta get outta this place. Girl it’s better life for me, and you.

“Finally you’re making some sense,” Corum remarked as he exited the building only to see the others slowly returning to the campfire. Slowly he made his way back, looking quite dashing with the black ink splattered all over his face, clothes, and hands.

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