Thursday, October 27, 2016

A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

 Blue oceans to create, houses and homes for the lost, veterans on the street, in homes with bed bugs, not the life to keep, need another one, hands to help, hands to write the checks so we can get started. Veterans Housing Matters, projects in the works, over here and overseas, homes and houses to send. Wars to fight, battles to win, moving fourth, this is the one day with a command, to last all year. A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

Glory dazes again, glory dazes to come, hands to hold, giants on land, giants up at bat, against steps to take. To study, to learn, to stand tall, ways to get there, time and time again, in a blue world. Living high on the hogs, living high on dreams, living high like the birds and bees, gifts in the stories to share. Fish and frogs, flip side of the coin, blue worlds away, from the lands of the common. 

Never argue with stupid people. - Mark Twain: Deer, Herds In Cities: We All Need Places In Rains:Clubs in Los Angeles: Music Exchange Group, at Ella Doce Casas De Mayo Del California, gifts to share, paperwork to.Never argue with stupid people. - Mark Twain: Deer, Herds In Cities:Donkeys In Packs, Monkeys To Dodge.


On this day: At 13th October of 1989, the movie "Look Who's Talking" Creative Writing: Causes For The Season: Lessons Learned. COURSE NAME: Fairy Tales. Blood make you related. Loyalty makes you family.Never give up. Your day will come.Don't Ever Give Up...Flags Out, Blue Star Steel, Ships Of Dreams, Lights On, Peaces Of Drama. Deeds and action of the sinners and the saints. Fags to flags, Jewish Rites, Hats and horns, sheep and goat, songs to sing, blame others, fingers to points. Joys and pains, bumps in the road, sheep and wolves, snakes in dens, hopes to burn, dances on the sands of time, lovers and haters, sinners and saints...


Common, normal, and plain, fish and frogs, dicks and dawgs, lovers and haters, classes to attend. Hands to hold, hopes in hand, lights and love, hearted hearts, dances with lovers on the sands of time. Weird Things That Have Been Found Underwater. Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen. A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards: Wales And Pains, Dances On Time.A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces. 

Every year, keep moving fourth, battles cries, March for wars, March the God Of War, tales to be told. Good times, to you only, only you, the shinning star, not to leave, not to go away, hope for the wishes, goodness and mercy to cum, games on the land, angels to host, classes on love and hate, goat and sheep to lead, to the land of dreams in a frog pond, and other places, plans to be made. A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

Loaded Faces  Fake Friends It has been a long month, almost dead again, hopes alive and wishing for more and better, always dreams and prayers in place for a simple life always. Hate the fact that Seven snakes, has text more threats by text, and the written reminders are need to ward the men that a dog is nothing but a right hand for the hound dogs.   Blowing Smoke This is the month for shooting stars, watch out for the blue stars with five or six points, for the directions of the pies to fly from the sky, and the locations for the pots of gold. Chasing rainbows is the month for the signs up above about the events that are shaping up, and getting set for the big bang.   A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

Not sure what that means, just that there are things like events that will tell a story about something to write home about, just before the cattle stop roaming in the hills of Riverside, California, where the donkeys return to the canyons in Colton, Moreno Valley, and the borders of Arizona, and California, and there is a pack of two of the Jarrots, that have returned as asses in another form, and the lessons learned the last time were not good enough to recycle as a person, rather a mule, donkey, or jackass in the hills and canyons of Riverside county, this is the form of return again for them.

 Dead or expired Paul and Charles Jarrot, back again as asses in the hills and canyons as donkeys, or jackasses in Colton, Moreno Valley, and the borders of the state across California, they are back. Devils, fairies, fags, steers, queers, frogs, snakes, reptiles of the evil kind, or the reasons, seasons, or causes, for the recycles of this nature, assess the lot of them and piss offs also.   Write about the wrongs, right about the causes, and the right side of the grave, are the stories being told now, and how twisted, tainted, and wicked the way or the train of thoughts of being a super star on some level, with or with out the work, just because of the color of the skins, or the paint on a house, the effects change with the coming of night. A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

Day events not the same for the snakes, frogs, and wolves, they work best in the darkness of the shadows of the setting sun, daily wait for the lights to come on, or stay off for the count.  Questions on the truth and honesty level, and the views that point fingers at others to blame for the shortness of charter, and the shortness of attention spans, and the need for greed to be the winner, are some of the ways that the frogs, cattle callers, and the steers and queers of the Jewish Army 2014, and all the bisexuals that rule that clan, control over the fools, jokers, and role players, for the meth and the 420 trades done in Ventura, California, the summer of 2014. Same story two year later, 2016, nuts on the run, blow jobs with dudes on the down low, cheap tricks on the side of the road. Cows calling, donkeys in hills, whales on land, fun and games, party and play, dream life for a frog, fool, or freak. Pages to turn...A Thought is a Cosmic Order waiting to Happen~ Stephen Richards:Dances On Time.Waves And Rocks, Under The Surfaces.

  Questions about what is happiness, and why the search always for more dicks to suck on the down low, and the pussy to lick night and always, and this is happiness for Steve Jarrot, and Rachel Jarrot, with the help from the hairdresser Sheri Jarrot, to lick and suck all the weak people that want free drugs, or sex or whatever the trade called for to meet the devils here on earth, the biggest group of frogs, that are life cuck suckers, that will ride you to the left side of the grave if you are sleep on your feet.  Dream life is to fuck and suck twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week, always on craigslist searching for more prey daily.

 Watch out for the fake friends, the snakes in the grass and the wolves that prey on veterans for the cash that they have, take it from them because they are gifts from heaven, is how they view themselves, not sure who is in the fan club for serpents. The questions between right and wrong are not factors to consider for Steve Jarrot, Seven Snakes does not care about others, he is too self serving for that, and the white lies that are truths for him and his family, do not work, do not fly for other people that have more going for them like wits and brains.

Help is needed to show the way back to the track and hope that they can hang on, if that is what they want to do, it is all about free will, and how strong it is, and if you are in the valley full of darkness because you fell down, not out, not on the left side of the grave yet. Watch out for the fools that play poker for a living, flip the cards for the real show of the man, and of the woman that spent the down time playing chance games for a living, or selling cars to the fools that wanted to make a statement on that level.    One page to turn, one card to flip, one more dick to suck on the down low, one more pussy to sit on his face, cycle of love and devotion for the prince of darkness, Steve Jarrot, seven snakes always now.

WATCH OUT!!!!  The Jewish Superstars are white and gifts from the gods, is what they would like us to believe, that there is a market for fake friends, and that the twisted and tainted views of truthfulness and honest does not match the role models of the century. Jewish Army 2014, is a group of cattle callers, bison and buffalo, steers and queers, or the misguide views of being the Queen of England for Sima Jarrot: alone with her second born Seven Snakes, or Steve Jarrot, the prince of darkness, and the prince of frogs, wolves, donkeys, and jackasses of the hills and canyons of Riverside.  The acorns- Charles R. Jarrot, and Rotton Rocky Rachel Gay Butch Buff Jarrot, is the apple of her sire’s eyes, and the rest of the cattle callers Sheri, Sima, Jackie, and Daniel George of Ventura, California, are the gifts from the gods of the heat, and the center of the earth.

 Devils here on earth, could be another turn of phrase for this army of frogs, reptiles, bison and cattle callers, are a pack of fairies, fags, fag hags, bisexual, two faced wolves, dogs, dawgs, foxes, snakes, and creatures that crawl the face of the earth.  Lights on now, in the light of day, shadows are remove, want to see the secrets of these snakes, with the bright lights on again. Help for the blacks, Mexicans, and the working classes, the displaced Veterans, the old people, the fools, and the poker players for fun and games, not the same for us all. Views to share or not, more threats will return, and love and devotion will be out the doors again.

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Hands outs every day for the ptsd veterans, argry issues, drug issues, displaced, hurt, blue and sad, homeless and alone Veterans like Chuck Moore: just a fartard? Should have left the snakes alone, lessons learned, always a snake, good or bad, in between skins. Brief period of blocked time, to help others on conditions and returns, Loan sharks is the term, nice for returns in the future, with strings attached, snake in grass as well. Lessons needed to change ways to think, right or wring, not forever, hard to say.

Mother Goose, Jesus Christ, Cows, cattle, hippos 2., mouth open wide, tasteful delights, cum on his face, party and pay, lives on the sides of the roads. Frogs and snakes in the grass, cows to roam home, whales on land, good times, tales to spin. 7608512267,freak to date, RV camper for life. Joys and pains, hopes and dreams, angels in host, birds to fly, saints and sinners, horns to show. Steven and Sheri Jarrot,Mother Goose, Jesus Christ, Cows, cattle, hippos 2., mouth open wide, tasteful delights. Dream Lives Online.
  dicks in line, trades with cheap tricks, Rachel Gay Jarrot, Sluts For Free Rides. Rachel Jarrot, thief like sire? Answers Rach Jay?Rachel ... Jun 7, 2013.- Here is what it means to be a Fag-hag number 1 is Sheri Gessten Jarrot, who is giving skills and training to , Jewish Rock Star-

Lasting Impressions: Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield: Sheri, Sima and Rachel Jarrot, Rach Jay,Treasure Chest Inc Ventura, CA 93001 Cheers, Hands In Air, Birthday To USA, Lights To Shine, Red, White, And Blue....impressionsthatlastsforever.blogspot.com. Charley-thief, behind, Jackie the Jake, with the dogs that goes to the card houses to watch poker from a cage, as she tried to cheap with the Chinese guys with sign language that is common, stole $100,000 to start, but it was a gift I guess now, with the cash in hand now, right? Lasting Impressions:Mother Goose, Jesus Christ, Cows, cattle, hippos 2., mouth open wide, tasteful delights. Dream Lives Online. Prince Frogs -Snake in the Grass Alert!!!!!!Lasting Impressions: Simple, shallow, selfish and vain, hell hounds, turkeys without hair.
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Happy birthdays, rebirths, and butterflies. Friends or not, so what, live and learn. Tips to share, good times, dykes for wives, Uritza 333 Smith, did you call or not? Espaรฑol Rats To Races.Freaks And Frogs, Dicks And Dogs,Coins To Flip, Love And Hearts. Luck And Dawgs.· Portuguรชs (Brasil)You open the door. Love And Luck:Coins To Flip:Dances,Dreams:Glory Dazes To Come.Season done and the choices made are the ones that count, ashes to ashes, bones in a box, sad day for the clans gather at the graves of the dead and lifeless, November 2, 2014: The day of the Dead: Happy dazes on the left side of the grave. No more life to talk about while undead and unstable, a group of hell hounds, or vamps in training, for a flip side of the coin.


Lovers and haters, hats and horns, goats and sheep, Sometimes we waste too much time to think about someone that doesn't think about us for a second. Don't change yourself to win someone's heart. Stay true and you'll find someone who likes you for being you.Be happy. Be who you want to be. If others don't like it, then let them be. Happiness is a choice.


Rocks in Upland, Sluts, Slugs, And Snakes, Freaks, Crooks, Cheaters, And Liars: Jewish Wales.

Mad Man Undead: Rocks in Upland, Sluts, Slugs, And Snakes, Freaks, Crooks, Cheaters, And Liars: Jewish Wales.  Undead and Unstable Still: Hopes, Wishes, Prayers up in the air, thanks to heavevrns, stars above, angels in hosts, like stars at night.  Horse and Pony Shows, Clowns have left, poker playerd to the right. Not a Free Ride. Rides along the way, are just a detour of the things that you would like to do but do not want to take the time to consider, because you are not in control of the pace. It is a matter of letting the cows out. So that the cows can come home, only if they are unable to find a new field of grass, and learn how to talk your way into the things that you cannot afford. It is not just a state of mind it is a way of life for so many. It is not a time to talk about what you know it is about what you would like to know.

The Legend of the Elfin Spider King D.E. Craig (c) 2015....Chapter 11:Fairy Tales Recaps.

Reflections are always good, and we should take time to relax and think about the ifs. The possibilities are endless for the things that I want. I just want a piece of the ski every day. Forever and a day, in the moment, with the start at now in the present. Not a dream real life. Ready for the best, that is still on the edge to happening today.The Legend of the Elfin Spider King D.E. Craig (c) 2015....Chapter 11: The victory at the Battle of Caithness left the elves in high spirits. Helmet dispatched one of them as a messenger to report to Artemis a plan to cross the firth and assault Reap’s lair at Skara Brae, an ancient Neolithic village older than Stonehenge or the Great Pyramids, now long abandoned. The messenger was to relay to him that they would wait for reinforcements in a hidden beach cove not far from the settlement where the only buildings, set into the ground itself like bunkers, were where the rat and the evil elf were hiding according to Grar of Gilgamesh.

They approached the island from a very roundabout way, the ogres swimming ahead of the two boats (attached to both with ropes) filled with what was left of the oodle, twenty-nine elves (thirty left, minus the messenger) plus Helmet and Gander. About halfway across the Sea of Orcs the elves noticed a huge donut looking mass in the ocean with a dark hole in the middle which looked like the water swirling down the drain in a bathtub. They all asked what it was and Grar answered, “That is the Swelkie. It is a giant whirlpool put there by the Sea Witch of the North. She turns mill stones on the bottom of the sea to grind the salt which keeps the sea salty. If one gets too close it will suck you into the depths of the ocean to your deaths. We will steer clear of Swelkie Point which is along that edge of the coast over there (and he pointed to the shore off the port side, about three miles away).”

When they arrived at the cove they found caves to hide in and warm themselves by a fire. They laid their weapons nearby, ready for action at any moment and ate from their meagre foodstuffs in their packs and rested, trying to regain their strength while they waited. If Artemis did not send men soon their mission would fail and the loss of life, which caused grief to everyone though they tried not to show it, would be a great blow to the elfin back home.

Reblish the Knave was again back in the court of King Edward III to bring vital news and be Artemis’ emissary to the most powerful man in the world, the King of England. “Your Highness,” he began, “Artemis says that the preparations for the elfin armies are proceeding well, but will still take several more days or even weeks. The elves and dwarves are working as fast as they can and recruits are coming in from every clan and all parts of the Other World every day.”

“What does he require of me, knave? He should only ask me anything and I will grant it, the cities are so full of the dead we can’t bury or burn them all, and those ogres seen by some of the people are causing a great panic that witches, warlocks and monsters walk among them (which they were, ironically enough). They accuse each other all day long, and the Church has ordered the Inquisition to burn witches at the stake, whether they are witches or not. Daily they torture them in the public square.

And while they murder innocent people they also accuse the doctors who are attempting to find cures for the plague as being heretics because the priests say that only God can cure and anything other must be the work of Satan. As if there isn’t enough death, these religious idiots are everywhere causing more death and prolonging any find of a cure. I’m powerless to stop it,” the king said, obviously at his wits end of what to do. “Artemis has received a messenger from one of his captains who led the elves to victory at the Battle of Caithness, sire,” Reblish answered. “He asks that you dispatch a company of knights to support Helmet and Gander at Seal Island. They are to cross the Sea of Orcs and sail around the islands by darkness and rendezvous with Helmet at Skara Brae. They will receive their orders there, and be at the command of the captains of the elfin army.”
“Knights at the command of elves!? Is he mad?” said the king.
“He said you’d say that, sire, and asked me to remind you, with all humility, what Robert the Bruce said to them before he won the Battle of Bannochburn against your father, Edward Longshanks,
“I must join my own people, the Scots among whom I was born. I ask that Artemis the Wizard and the Blacksmith of Brae, come with me and be my councillors for that day.”
And Reblish added, for his own emphasis, “I would listen to the wizard, my liege, before you find your own house under siege.”
The king looked ready to call one of the royal guards to haul Reblish away to the dungeon, but knew he was right. He couldn’t allow pride to overrule his counsellor who was actually there in the war. That would be an arrogant error of massive proportions.
The king paused for a few moments as if deep in thought, motioning with a finger in the air for Reblish to not speak another word.
“Knave, I have an idea!” Edward finally spoke.
“Yes, sire?”
“I will dispatch a company of knights and send them to Artemis to use in any fashion he sees fit,” he said very regally, “and I shall require that reports be made to me regularly so that I may command the war from here. Go now and inform the wizard this is the command of your king.” And with that he waved his hand to dismiss the jester.
“Of course, sire, at once,” Reblish replied, bowing his head and walking backwards out of the throne room.

Grar of Gilgamesh did not remain with Helmet’s party to rest. He had to find his brother Marquart in order to tell him what transpired at Caithness. When he found the other ogres on the beach preparing to sail, Marquart was not among them. It was Quell of Ogminion who was commanding the others to drag the boats into the water.
“Quell, where is Marquart?” he asked.
“He is dead, brother. Reap ordered me to kill him for reporting the loss at Caithness,” Quell said, sadly.
Grar could not help but let out a loud roar and a moan that seemed to last for a full minute. The others joined in and the air was filled with grief. They stood on the beach looking seaward and all bowed their heads, saying prayers to Og that their brother would find peace from this world in the afterlife, and that they would one day join him and all the ogres that had passed before them.
Grar told all of them the account of the happenings at Caithness, and they moaned again at the loss of the dozens there.
“The humans made a covenant of friendship?” Quell questioned Grar. “But they killed our brothers, we must have revenge.”
“They did kill our brothers, but it was an honourable battle and they acted in self-defence, brother. And they have asked for the ogres help in defeating Reap and Nucklevee to save their world from the plague, which we ourselves have dishonoured our fathers for taking part in,” Grar replied.
“But how can we when the evil beings have control of us?” Quell wondered.
Amongst the ogres, Grar was a Rhab (pronounced ‘rab’ which meant ‘teacher’), a person who was a keeper of their history and an interpreter of their custom and laws.
He said to Quell, “It was the Sea Witch of the North who first enslaved us, as payment for Og’s trespasses against the Seal People, whom she protected. He almost wiped out their race before he himself disappeared into the Swelkie. From that time until now, ogre law has bound us to serve at her leisure, and she has given us to Reap to help spread this evil plague and destroy the world of men. But the Book of Og says that a chattel enslavement to evil may be disregarded if the Ogre are bidden by a covenant of friendship from those who fight for good. Everyone has always been afraid of us and none has bothered to ever ask for our friendship, until now.”
“You mean the spell is broken?” Quell asked.
“It is, brother,” Grar said and smiled.
Quell immediately drew his club and headed in the direction of Reap’s lair, intending to execute him on the spot.
“No brother! You must not!” Grar cried out.
“Stand aside, Grar, I must kill that rodent beast for my brother’s honour! Out of my way!” shoving Grar to the ground.
Unable to stop Quell who was bigger and stronger than he, Grar motioned to the others what must be done and they pursued him and brought him back to the beach. There were tears of sorrow and anger in his eyes and he moaned loudly.
“You cannot do this now, my brother, for you will surely fail, Reap has an army at his disposal, and the advantage for our new friends will be lost. The war will be over before we have even had the chance to help, you must listen to me,” Grar pleaded.
Quell knew that Grar was right, but still had to be restrained for several minutes by the others before he could gain control of himself enough to calm down. A rampaging ogre is very hard to deter from their course of action and they will often run headlong into trouble or be unstoppable in destroying (and usually eating) whatever the target of their wrath is.
“What would you have me do, Grar?” Quell finally asked.
“Command us, but command us so that we and the humans win,” Grar answered.
“And then, brother, I will personally cook your rat meat for you and we will all join you in the meal,” he added, all of them growling their approval.

Twelve knights and the messenger were crossing the Sea of Orcs in two boats, a bright full moon directly overhead and the sea was glassy and calm. They were approaching the coast about to round a point where they were told Helmet’s men would meet them. Helmet had posted sentries, one at the top of a cliff overlooking the firth, and two more within a few yards of the cave opening where they rested. The little elf on the cliff top was chosen for that post because of his extraordinary eyesight, making him perfect for the assignment. He had caught himself napping, for it was very late, and would from time to time startle himself into wakefulness, standing up suddenly out of fear he’d been discovered. He’d just done so again, to his own irritation, for there is nothing worse than half-sleepy dreaminess combined with an anxious necessity for staying wide-awake, when he noticed a boat approaching from the south, about four hundred yards from the coast, rounding what Grar had called Swelkie Point. In it he could see, because of the brilliance of the moonlight which made the water shine like day, metal men. They were knights he knew (for this is what he was told to look for), but did not realize they would be wearing polished silver, obviously armour. He could also see Ro-ammi, who was the only elf girl that was with their oodle and was the messenger Artemis sent. He waved to her, wondering if she could see him on top of the mountain, and she waved back, excitedly. They called her Ro-ammi because she was an orphan and not related to anyone they knew of in any elfin clan. She was found sleeping in the milkery of a farmer nearby Sith Brae, curled up snug as a bug in a feed trough about to be chomped by a milk cow reaching for a mouthful of hay. The elf boy that saved her was carrying home an earring from that very dairyman’s daughter, swiped during a night of mischief. One of the elders had said he heard of a name in the human language, Ro-ammi, which meant “not my sister” and she’s been called that ever since. It just made sense, as certainly she was no one’s sister in Scotland, anyway. It was a mystery.
“Look!” she cried out to the First Captain of the knights, who stood up on one knee to get a better view, and saw someone waving at the top of the cliff. “That’s....oooh, I can’t quite make him out, but I think that’s Orville!”
It was Orville (he and she being very good friends), and he was cheered at the sight of the reinforcements, especially fighters as renowned as King’s Knights.
At the very same time, the First Captain and Orville, though one high and one low, saw something move on the beach just a couple of hundred yards away. It was as if the whole beach was moving, from the tree line behind all the way to the water, and this mass of moving stuff was black as night, but was highlighted against the background of the white sands. In just a few moments of adjusting their eyes, they both saw what it was, a vast number of black rats moving as one to the surf’s edge and diving in by the hundreds and thousands, like penguins into the sea.
“Oh, no…” was all Orville could whisper to the darkness before he got up and ran for the cave.
When he, Helmet, and Gander returned to the cliff top to see what was happening, they got the shock of their lives. Around both of the boats were thousands of rats splashing in the water, pushing the boats out further off the point, headed right for the Swelkie. They could see the knights desperately fighting the rats, slashing them with their swords and certainly killing hundreds of them but as many as they dispatched that many more just replaced them. Soon the current of the whirlpool grabbed the boats and they began to spin as if they were in some nightmarish dance, one opposite the other around the circumference of the outer swirls of the monstrous whirlpool, spinning a waltz of death. Though at the top of the cliff the elf captains could hear nothing but the screams of Ro-ammi and hopeless shouts of the men, the people inside those boats were hearing the deafening roar of one of the most frightening and powerful things on planet earth. They had no chance to avoid their terrible fate.
Several of the knights in a last effort to save their lives abandoned the crafts and tried to swim but their armour made them sink like stones. The remainder of the “Lost Knights of Swelkie” as they would later be called, including Ro-ammi (who was knighted herself posthumously at the end of the war) as well as every last rat, were sucked into the swirling monster and sent screaming to the bottom of the sea, much to the horror of the three looking down from high above.


“Ro-ammi was my best friend,” Orville said, crying.
The rest of the oodle had just been told the awful news, and they all were saddened at the loss of the knights, but particularly at the loss of another elf in the war.
“We know, lad, and we’re very sorry, but we will kill these murderous fiends if it’s the last thing we ever do,” Gander replied, hugging the boy.
“What are we waiting for?!”
“Let’s go and track down these maniacs and get it done with!”
“Kill the monsters!” yelled several soldiers.
“Have the men arm themselves and fall in outside the cave,” Helmet ordered Gander.
The ogres had just arrived and Grar took Helmet aside. “You cannot do this, master, you will all be killed, for there are too many of the enemy for any hope of success.”
“First thing, Grar, I am not your master, I am your friend. Secondly, I command these soldiers and this mission. Although we agreed to fight together, I will not hold you ogres responsible to continue if you feel they cannot win,” he said, as respectfully as he could.
“Sir...Helmet…my friend, I cannot allow you to lead yourself and your men to your certain deaths in the heat of passion for vengeance,” he replied. “Just as I stopped Quell from giving his life away to avenge Marquart, I must do the same with you. You will only delay your own victory by defeat. You may well die in this war, but not today,” he said and waited for Helmet’s answer, though he already knew it.
“I’m sorry, and I thank you for your advice, Grar, but we are going, and that’s that,” Helmet said stubbornly.
“Very well, then we shall join you, and the ogres will see to it that you live to fight another day,” Grar said.
He excused himself to let Helmet tend to his command, and he called over the other ogres to discuss their battle plan.
The count of the soldiers now prepared to assault the compound at Skara Brae was thirty-nine (twenty-nine Elfin soldiers, plus Helmet and Gander, and eight ogres which included Grar and Quell, three lieutenants, and the three that escaped at the Battle of Caithness). Grar and Quell knew the area intimately and had briefed the elves as to the tactical situation.
Within an hour they were behind a sand and grass berm separating several stone and earth-sheltered dwellings. Behind these dwellings, ahead of them were more berms, sand dunes, and the beaches. Behind them they had passed a freshwater lagoon, probably fed by an underground rainwater aquifer. The village looked to be empty.
“Where are they?” whispered Gander to Grar.
“They are near, be sure of it. Be at your ready, I know these creatures, and they can appear from nowhere,” he warned.
Grar ordered one of the ogres to go into one of the largest and the most likely of the buildings to hold Reap or Nucklevee. “Bring back anything that looks like a map or a journal of any kind, perhaps we can discover their plans,” he told the soldier.
When he returned only minutes later, he was carrying some broken pieces of wood that looked like they came from furniture, and a stone pulled from a wall that was clearly a headstone to a doorway. On each there were symbols, none of them recognizable to the elves. “Reap was there, General, but is gone now. I smelled him and there are pieces of human flesh and bone everywhere,” the soldier told him. “These are the only things in the dwelling with writing on them,” he reported.
“What do these symbols mean, Grar, do you know?” Helmet asked.
“No one has lived here in almost a thousand years,” he replied, “but, yes, I know what they say.”
“How?” Helmet asked, astounded.
“Not all ogres are as dumb as everyone thinks us to be. I am a Rhab, which means I am educated in the customs and law of my people, and many of the cultures of this area, but we don’t like to reveal that to others outside our race. It is a definite advantage when your enemy thinks you’re stupid and finds out otherwise, the hard way,” he said, smiling.
Helmet and Gander realized these ogres were not what they had been raised to believe. And in life it isn’t what one knows, it’s what one doesn’t know that can hurt you.
“The stone has the family name of the owner of the house, the symbols on the bed piece are the names of all the family members who slept in that bed (this was obviously a pre-historic family genealogy, so to speak, or like some who write their family trees inside the covers of Bibles). The other piece which has a rune that looks like a picture of the sun, is a picture of the sun, carved into it by a child practicing his art,” Grar replied, a little irritated at being asked to give an archaeology class during the middle of a combat mission.
“Fascinating,” Orville said, rubbing his eyes, a little calmer now but at the same time anxious to stick some steel into someone’s ribs to make them pay for Ro-ammi.
The ogres were conferring with one another as Helmet and Gander were bracing the men and positioning them for the moment the fight began. They were sniffing the air, and pointing their fingers different directions, checking which way the wind was blowing.
Grar approached them both and said that one of his soldiers may have seen something over the next berm, and wanted the two captains to come and look. Helmet appointed two elves as sergeants and told them to continue to scout the area and then they followed both Grar and Quell.
“Orville, come, in case we need a messenger to send back,” Gander ordered.
They had walked just over the top of a sand dune and dipped below out of the sight of the oodle, and were actually on the beach itself just yards away from the water’s edge when the general and Grar grabbed the three of them roughly, produced ropes and bound their arms and legs tightly, an easy task as the two brutes could almost have tossed them like cabers across the sea if they wished.
There were two boats waiting for them with three of Quell’s lieutenants who tossed the elves into the bottom of the boat, Grar in one and Quell in the other, the three soldiers getting in the water and towing them along the coastline, attempting to keep their movements hidden. Soon, they began sailing away from the beachhead and Skara Brae.
“What are you doing!?” Helmet screamed.
“Look behind you, my friend,” Quell said.
They stuck their heads above the edges of the boats and saw the massacre beginning. The Bones Army, at least part of it, had been hiding below the water of the lagoon behind where his men had made their hide, and they did not just walk up the banks, but were jumping straight out of the water and traveling some ten or more feet in the air only to land and run as fast as wolves, attacking the oodle before they even knew that the enemy was approaching.
Quell had ordered three of his soldiers to remain behind, and these were knocking over skelty’s with their clubs and fists by the dozens, but like the rats that killed the knights there were more and more, a seemingly unending force of reserves that overwhelmed the brave men they were leaving behind.
“Go baaaack, you motherless bags of offal! I’ll kill you if you leave them, they will die! They’ll be obliterated!” Helmet again cried out and struggled against his bonds. Orville was crying again and put his head down on the bottom of the boat as he could not bear to watch.
“They were dead the moment you decided not to take my advice, my friend, I am sorry,” Quell replied.
Gander had managed to get one of Grar’s toes into his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, severing it cleanly, causing Grar to roar loudly in pain.
Not more than a few minutes went by before the crafts moved to safety in deep water, away from the Swelkie and where even the rats could not catch them, so they stopped to watch the battle.
The elves and the ogres fought bravely, but were beaten down within minutes, many of them lay dead or dying on the grass, on the dunes, and in the small courtyards of the Neolithic homes. The Pict tribe which had lived there a thousand years ago may have fallen in such a similar fashion, reduced to extinction in the blink of an eye by a murdering mob like this one.
Before the escapees lost complete sight of the beach they saw a gruesome sight. Reap and Nucklevee had arrived and were pointing directly at those in the boats, as if saying “Watch this!” Twenty skelty’s emerged from the top of a dune carrying three wounded but still living ogres, tied to crosses made out of tree logs.
They dug holes and dropped the poles into the sand, standing the ogres on their heads, feet pointed toward the sky, upside down. They poured oil over the three helpless beasts, and set them on fire.
Reap lifted a clawed foot into the air, balled into a fist in wicked defiance, and was laughing loudly. Nucklevee had turned his back toward the boats and was shaking his bum, again giggling uncontrollably. Even from far away, they could clearly hear Reap’s booming, creepy voice, not that of a rat but of some demon.
“Tell Artemis to come and join me in a flyting contest and toast some ales by my warmy campfire! We’ll make a covenant of treacherousssss friendship like he did with the Bridge Troll! Tell him that every elf or beast that gets in my way will light my camp as these ogre candles will tonight...and when they are nice and roasted, my rats and I will feast on their corpses! And your elfin friends will become skelty’s, fighting and killing you in the next battle (which was a lie, for this magic did not work on elves)! Tell him that, you fleeing cowards! Do you hear that General Quell? I’m going to eat your brotherssssss for dinner! ” he screamed into the waves.
Even as the troop in the boats landed safely on the shore of Caithness, in the darkness of the night with the stars shining overhead they could still see the glow of the fires of their brothers burning at the stakes.

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Turning the page now, bright and sunny day again in the coastal town of Ventura, staying with Uncle Tom in his beach house, have cousins in school in Santa Barbara, and have to finish a degree online as well. Great start, great beginning, going to Disneyland first, have ranch on five acres with horses, mules, and donkeys, as part of a housing program for the 12 Hands of May, and have car washes to do also, the flyers to make, the posters to make and create with bright, and loud colors, just $20 and get a food coupon to feed the family for just $10. That we are doing in Moreno Valley first, on the Second and third of August at Shakey's Pizza Shop on Sunny mead, for the kids over 55, and the acorns and the trees too are welcome to funding housing for the homeless Veterans. See if you can find time to help the fundraiser: Veterans Homes Hearts Heals: for the first, second and third houses to purchase by the fall. Help always welcome: text for more or less, data to go 951 507 9089 Today? The Legend of the Elfin Spider King D.E. Craig (c) 2015....Chapter 11:Fairy Tales Recaps. 

Just a tale of love for each other, dogwood butterflies, and they trip in the sun, back to ground zero. The drive alone the highway number 62, the pair of dogwood butterflies,  flew across the sky, up in the wild blue skies, with a touch of marshmallows in the form of clouds, floating by. Steve and Sima, were the dogwood butterflies, flying back to the mating fields, were they return every year, it has been five years now. The songs that they sing during the day, are the best in the summer, when the fields are fill with the members of the flock. Seasons change and they flew away again, with the babies not far behind them, just part of the time. It is a season of joy, peace and happiness, and the doves are still a close pair, and the right notes needed given and received all day long. The Legend of the Elfin Spider King D.E. Craig (c) 2015....Chapter 11:Fairy Tales Recaps. 

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