Moan Mona's Bleu Man and the Scarecrow's Wicked Twig: Part One

By Angela Bolen

Moan Mona has long suspected the Wicked Sorcerer, is wishing to claim both worlds for himself. The realm is in trouble. But she knows there is more than one means of extracting a sore tooth. And discovers herself boldly confronting a traitor fouler than any Wicked Twig.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483681610

Angela Bolen

Angela Bolen Born in Raleigh County, West Virginia. The eldest of three. My imagination was always a source of entertainment for me. I received an inkling that I wanted to write upon reading a story about an elderly lady forgetting the location of misplaced items in second grade. I wrote my first story about an abandoned house needing tender loving care in 5th grade. I gave it to my fifth grade teacher for a going away gift. He wanted to read it to the class but I declined to let him do so. I wonder how that quiet little girl would feel knowing that one day, she would be standing in front of the whole world with a book she wrote.

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CHAPTER ONE

FAVOR RETURNED

There were three men in her life. The first being her father, whom she loved dearly. The second—a cowardly traitor, whom she spited. The third-a childhood friend, whom she so admired. And there would arrive, a fourth. An unannounced visitor—yet to be born!

A blue ball dropped from the window panes’ upper, left hand corner, bouncing, spinning into a man. A crown topped his white curls. And a dimpled smiled softened his serious, icy blue eyes.

Moan Mona did not know what to think of the pleasing stranger. Nor, a name for him. "I name you, Blue Man! And pleaded for him to stay as the princely image faded from view.

She folded her arms after a hurtful moment. Perhaps, Blue Man does not wish to play!"

And stepped back from the wounded vessel, rocking in the angry sea, invading her reflection. She could not bear to watch! Could not bear to listen to the screaming children—the crying babies!

And cupped her ears, closing her eyes tight. And screamed, Protect your babies!

A young boy on the battered ship turned to her scream in the wind. He had heard her.

Only once the sinking Lady on Water glided across calming waters toward an island—Did Moan Mona breathe relieved. And cast an accusing eye, to the storm brewing outside. Bo Top!

CHAPTER TWO

GUARDED DREAD

She ventured out into the whipping wind. Dread absorbed her as she approached the huge, rusty Barrel, wedged high in the dead branches. But, she would not let Bo Top have the last word in this!

Bo Top, they are not moving onto our back porch! She chuckled up into the angry, gray eyes behind the lit lantern.

A brown braid fell the length of his back and a groomed mustache complimented his polished Appearance. Most conceived him well kept. But, his cold nature spoiled his beauty.

Did you not hear me, foolish Moan Mona? Or have you forgotten how many of our own have fallen prey to their kind!

Moan Mona guarded her true thoughts with great care. I see no harm in the mortals seeking refuge on the island! And not wishing, to provoke Bo Top any more than what she had left almost as immediately as she arrived.

CHAPTER THREE

IS IT YOU

She stepped back into a warm patch of morning light, to admire her work. And twisted around, to the rustling leaves behind her. John Paw! And pocked her head inside the branches. Are you here?

She returned to her painting, to gather her paints and brushes disappointed. Moan Mona had so hoped he would reveal himself—once knowing she realized him there.

On command, the drying canvas sailed overhead. And Moan Mona descended down a narrow path with her easel cart wheeling ahead.

She frowned in passing a simple dwelling, tossed together with twigs, twisted roots, and branches. Moan Mona always heard his humming to the west. But, not one peep out of him. No—not a peep had she received all morning. Perhaps… You do not wish to hum for me today! She huffed under her breath.

CHAPTER FOUR

SCARECROW DOLL

She had wished for a scarecrow doll for her own. But, the elderly woman in the mortal town sold the last one as her father and she approached. This had saddened Moan Mona to no end.

It is all she wished for her birthday! Her disappointed father had nodded.

The elder had hugged her with a promise.

Days later, her beaming father had rushed in soaked from the drenching rain with the hand stitched gift tucked inside his gray coat. And placed the cloth wrapped bundle in her hands.

Especially made just for you! Her father had smiled.

She had unfolded the cloth, to reveal a stuffed scarecrow doll with a hand stitched coat and small brim hat like her fathers’. And had hugged her father, secretly promising, to one day reward in turn for the woman’s kindness. Smiled Moan Mona warmly, to the scarecrow doll now resting upon the mantel next to her favor read.

A kind deed that she rewarded in turn the evening before. An unselfish act of her, that Bo Top would most not appreciate. And the scarecrow doll—the only comforting memory of that dreadful day.

CHAPTER FIVE

NOT FORGOTTEN

Moan Mona dared to venture into the mortal world. She once lived here—in a now long forgotten clearing, now reclaimed by the underbrush. But, once upon a lifetime ago—she and the other children played here—in and about, and out of the circle of straw roofed cottages. She believed her world safe beneath the elder trees’ leafy canopy—away from the hardships of the mortal