“Oh, what a
glorious day,” said Bess. “Ah’ll jist finish eatin’ this hay an’ we can be oan
oor way.”
“A wee bit
chilly, my wonderful filly,” said Blaine. “A strong wind blows and the sky is
grey.”
“Don’t
contradict what ah say! If ah say it’s a glorious day, it’s a glorious day!”
Blaine
looked at her in dismay
Wondering
why she would behave in such a way
“And another
thing ah should mention noo that ah’ve got yer attention. Anythin’ ah tell ye
tae dae or say, ye’ll obey.”
“Bess, if
ye’re tryin’ to scare, it’s workin’, my lovely mare,” he said as she gave him a
fixed stare.
“Keep lookin’ at ma eyes,” she said and began
to hypnotise. “Ye’re driftin’ intae slumber. Ye shall awaken when ah mention a
number. That number is eight, an’ when ye hear it, ye’ll cooperate.”
Blaine eyes
closed and he promptly dozed
For a couple
of seconds he was made to wait
“Eight!”
Blaine awoke
in a hypnotic state
“Let’s have
a wee test,” said Bess. “Aye, ah think that’ll be best. Blaine, ah want ye tae
strip bare an’ howl like a hound wi’ yer hands in the air.”
Blaine did
as he was told
Stoic and
bold
With no
sense of shame nor concern for the cold
Bess
chortled with glee. “What else can ah get ye dae for me? Let’s see. Blaine,
when ah say the number three, ah want ye tae buzz like a bee an’ then run an’
climb yonder tree. Do ye think ye can dae that successfully?”
Blaine
nodded his head eagerly
“Three!”
Buzzing like
a bee
Blaine ran
as fast as he could towards the large oak tree
“Blaine, get
back tae me!” she yelled when he’d climbed the tree. “Fae now on this is how
it’s gonnae be!”
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