Maude heard
the horse whinny in the middle of the night
Not his
usual nicker
But one of
extreme fright
Wrapped in a
blanket and with Paine holding tight
She went
back to sleep and ignored his plight
She awoke in
the early morn with a start
“Paine!” she yelled and placed her hands on
her heart. “Someone has taken the horse. All we are left with is the cart!”
“But how can
that be?” responded Paine. “I never heard a thing, nor did I see.”
“I heard the
horse neigh like it was distressed, but I fell asleep again as I needed the
rest.”
“It looks
like we’ll have to go further on foot,” sighed Paine. “I just hope we can find
an easier route.”
They grabbed
their belongings and started on their way
And strode
with perseverance for most of the day
Not long
after day became night
They
stumbled upon a peculiar sight
In front of
them stood a mansion made of stone
With a
knocker on the front door that looked like human bone
“Paine, I
don’t like what I see,” said Maude. “I think it would be best if we turn and
flee.”
“I agree
that it does look rather creepy, but I need somewhere to lay my head. I’m
terrible sleepy.”
Before they
could utter anything more
They heard a
creak and stared at the open door
Both
staggered backwards and screamed with fright
When they
came face to face with a man eight feet in height
“What do you
want at this time of night?” he snarled. “This is the property of Countess
Sweet Lilly White.”
“Who is it,
Clyde?” someone with a high pitched voice yelled from inside. “Do we have
guests?”
“No, Countess,”
replied the man at the door. “It’s just a couple of pests.”
“Clyde,
don’t be such a bore. Give me a moment and I’ll come to the door.”
Maude and
Paine gasped when they eyed the flamboyant creature
Who wore a
glitzy blue dress fit for a princess but had a face slightly manly in feature
“Good
evening, Countess,” greeted Paine. “I must say that I simply love your dress.”
“Yes, just
one of the many I wear to impress. It’s all the mania in Transylvania. Come
inside, it’s cold outside. Some food and some beds will be arranged by Clyde.”
“There’s
something a little odd about Countess White,” said Paine as she and Maude lay
in bed that night.
“Yes,” Maude
concurred. “Methinks that Sweet Lilly White is a sweet transvestite.”
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