Upon returning to their home, the triplets buoyant and jovial mood quickly deflated as Wyn checked the text from Councilwoman Phena.
Wyn, Wul, and Woo knew very well that it was frowned upon by the council to appear in public without using some sort of disguise or cloaking spell. They also knew that the three of them had been under council observation since the gefilte fish prank last month, and they were on thin ice. The residents of Mount Vernon never were able to find out who dropped jars down the chimneys of two dozen homes in the neighborhood, but the council knew better and gave the triplets a stern warning. So here they were, the three of them, knowingly testing the authorities by creeping off in the middle of the day and playing Sneaky-Spot.
The object of Sneaky-Spot is simple, but it’s execution can be quite difficult in the city. The three of them would try to sneak around the neighborhood without any sort of camouflage, and avoid being spotted humans. Should a human catch a glimpse, they’d use the Fire and Ice snap-pops to become invisible. The last one that isn’t spotted wins.
Woo followed Wyn and Wul out the window and down the fire escape and carefully shut the window behind him. With stealth and precision, they ducked into shadowy nooks of rank and littered alleys and scuttled through untended courtyards.
They found it easier and easier play this game as the years progressed. Few humans even looked up to notice the world around them and many city dwellers tended to mind their own business and ignore most comings and goings. Up a tree here, down a storm drain there, behind a trash can or bush, and under a parked car. Before they knew it, they were at their favorite haunt, First and Franklin Presbyterian Church, and Wyn was climbing her way up the New Brunswick Freestone towards the towering steeple.
After swinging about, posing like grotesques, and leaping from one peak to another, the triplets eventually gave into their thirst and hunger, and headed back home to fix an early supper.
“None of us got spotted even once!” Wul exclaimed as they made their way up the fire escape and into the window of their home.
“I know! That’s never happened” Said Woo.
“Let’s play again tomorr…” Wyn said, but her statement trailed off as she read the text from Phena with an accompanying photo. “Uh oh.”
Wyn showed her phone to the other two and reviled a photo of the three of them playing around on the roof of the church. She turned the phone back around and read the text.
“You three have been warned. You can make up for your misconduct with a trip to see Oran for more supplies. As additional punishment, you three will provide the trade for the goods. He is expecting you in five days.” Her expression went sour. “I guess we are headed to Bolivia.”
The three of them exchanged unpleasant looks as they processed their punishment. The Grand Duke of the Bismuth Mines was frightening, extremely unpleasant, and very difficult to please.
“I think I lost my appetite.” Uttered Woo. The others agreed with slow and reflective nods.
As of October 2016, I intended to use this blog as an accompaniment to my Facebook page and Instagram page. On this blog I post information and updates about my work as well as once a month I highlighted an artist whose work I like (I stopped doing this when I opened my gallery www.GalleryBlueDoor.com). As of March 2017, I began posting a monthly Story Entry with an accompanying illustration of mine. In mid-2019 I took a break from this, but it will resume.