Speck's Solstice Miracle

For those of you who didn't catch the drama here is the outline.

7.45 am Monday. Speck's breakfast is supplied and as an added consideration the cage is moved (single-handed) in order to provide some shade on what was to be a very hot day.

7.47 am Monday. Cage door swings open and Speck makes a dash for it and vanished. I mean totally vanishes. Panic sets in. Zany is called and panic increases. the danger of snakes, water-dragons, wasps and the large and evil tree pythons, is tossed to one side as a massive Speck hunt takes place. ZILCH. NOTHING. NADA.

The rest of the day is spent in hourly hunts, offers of cooked lunches, bribes of young willing females... all to no avail.

Night falls and while I go out to drown my sorrows and confess to Speck's distraught owner that the beast has escaped... Zany continues night patrols with torch, while calling out increasingly improbable bribes of cullinary delights and supple maidens with unquenchable and peverse desires. NO RESPONSE. ZIP. ZERO NOTHING.

SLEEPLESS NIGHT. 5 am Zany goes searching. 6 am I go searching. 7 am take lonely remaining prisoner breakfast and move cage. As I lift the cage I notice a Speck coloured bookmark, flattened into the dirt. It looks like a postage stamp, except wider. I pick it up and it giggles. It laughs at me... You couldn't find me! Ha! Stupid you! Somehow this amazing creature has endured 36 degree temperatures, no water and having the entire Hilton on top of him.

End result? Speck is alive, well, unbroken and no longer resembles and bookmark.

6pm tonight. Speck demands a new maiden. Whispers to me that he prefers a dusky chocolate-coloured siren. Mmmmm Maybe as a New Years present....In the meantime - Speck has been renamed: Bookmark.

Tags: Sauna, Recipes, Food.
Speck, Wicca, pagan.