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The Tale of the Bumpalump

After the Knight had unraveled...Flagan decided to travel
    and get away on a long holiday.
He thought it quite grand to visit a new land
    and find a quiet Inn at which he could stay.
He packed a few bags...then filled out some tags
    to prevent their loss or sale.
Then completed his chores and locked all the doors
    and set out to walk on the trail.

Flagan traveled along while humming a song
    surrounded by trees and a beautiful sky.
There were Birds and Toads and a few Tripolodes
    and Skunks of monstrous size.
He was enjoying the walk when he found a nice spot
    just right for a Dragon to lay.
When he saw a bridge... far beyond the ridge
    that he could reach by the end of the day.

After cresting the ridge...Flagan had reached the bridge
    and thought to rest on the other side.
As even a Dragon like Flagan...whose butt was a draggin.'
    can get a little sleepy eyed.
But he quickly turned about...when there rose a loud shout
    that caused his heart to jump.
And who should he see?...From a hole in a tree
    emerged a real life Bumpalump.

The Creature seemed typical for being thought mythical
    so this was quite a surprise.
But to see one so fine and be the first of his line
    Flagan could hardly believe his eyes.
Now the Bumpalump was small and not very tall
    and looked prone to an unruly mood.
So Flagan thought to take care... and be well aware
    the Creature may be deceptive and shrewd.

'No one may pass beyond yonder grass,'
    the Bumpalump said with a boast.
'And a toll you must pay and believe what I say
    or I will boil your rump for a roast.'
Flagan was mildly amused and slightly confused
    on how he could make such a threat.
With a body so small...he was no threat at all
    to a Dragon the Bumpalump had just met.

The Bumpalump said. 'You must pay for my bread
    and all the ale my person can drink.
And you will surely cower... as my boundless powers
    may be unleashed with but a nod and a wink.
I am not prone to bragging... but have eaten many a dragon
    who refused to give up the toll.
So your Clan will be mourning... if you ignore my last warning
    and Helheim will not give up your soul.'
   
'I have to take you to task...so I really must ask,'
    said Flagan to question his host.
'But I have to say...does anyone pay...a Bumpalump
    who is smaller than most?'
The Bumpalump lowered his head as he was filling with dread
    and let out a mournful cry.
'If a sad truth be told... I am not very bold
   and most Creatures just brush me aside.'

The Bumpalump though frail...continued his tale
    of a feeling of woe and despair.
How he is so badly treated and most often cheated 
   by many who no longer care.
Now the Dragon felt sorry... for the Bumpalump's story
    so he gladly paid him the toll.
And to that end...they both parted as friends
    and the Bumpalump returned to his hole.

 The Tale of the Chipmunk

Now back on the trail to continue our tale
    Flagan had walked quite a sum.
When sobbing was heard from a Chipmunk perturbed
    who was pacing and holding his bum.
'What is the issue?' While giving a tissue
    so the chipmunk could wipe off his nose.
'I would be happy to learn about your concern,'
     while Flagan wiped snot from his clothes.

'My Brothers are mean and go to extremes
     to make fun of the way that I walk.
I threw out my back when I fell in a crack
    and since then they relentlessly mock.'
Flagan was hopeful and a little bit boastful
    and told the lad to put away strife.
As Brothers will tease and do what they please
    but will love you for all of your life.

'I see what you are saying,' the Chipmunk did ponder.
     'And I hope you will have no objection.
To talk to my Brothers and maybe some others
    about all this family rejection.'
'I would be happy to help,' the Dragon replied.
    'Just take me to where they are found.'
'And during this season...I will give them a reason
    to be glad when I am no longer around.'

Off to the meadow to meet with the Brothers
    and to keep the Chipmunk from harm.
The walk would take quite a while...being over two miles
    so the Chipmunk rode on his arm.
The Brothers were playing in clover...Flagan called them on over
    to explain their Brothers distress.
And made it quite plain...he would come back again
    if the issue is not put to rest.

Now when faced by a Dragon... their tongues started waggin'
    and they all promised to follow direction.
Their Brother could expect...to get some respect
    and in this there would be no exception.
The Brothers all scurried away to continue their play
    while Flagan watched from a far.
But here the Dragon would rest ...before heading due west
    and sleep another night under the stars.

Part 3  The Tales of the Duck and the Talkalot.


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