"Don't un-stand..." Elmer Banyard responded after listening to Peggy Powler's heavily-edited re-telling of witnessing the
arrival of Black Annis. The little necromancer had chanced a quick nap during the unfolding of the dawn and sticking her
sleep-woolly head out of her satchel, the noise of creaking leather below the loft told her the farmer had finally gotten out
of bed.
"...Who Annie?" he added with his attention more on preparing Cadmun for some unknown toil and the hatless Witch
adjudged any physical showing of her exasperation would also be wasted on the lunkhead attaching the bridle to the big
horse. "Annis..." Peggy corrected and wondered what a small spell might conjure up from the slow-witted mind of the
farmer. "...Ah' wished thee'd listen te' me, Elmer. There's a bad thing on yer' land. A bad-thing and Ah' divna' knaw how
long it's ben' comin' te' yer' farm" she delineated with earnestness.
The round-faced villein of the soil stopped his equine-tailoring and slowly turned to peer at the temporary tenant to the
room upstairs. It was a moment the Last Witch of Underhill believed a breakthrough was coming regarding the heinous
force that had puppeted the scarecrows his children may have dressed and the ritual that had penetrated the reticent
sacrament of last night that had brought Black Annis to this world from another. "Me go to Solomon Banyard" he stated
dully and with a click of his tongue, both he and the giant steed set off to leave through the barn door.
The morning was bright and the neat building creaked just a tad as the sun's heat began to do its work on the brown
-painted wooden walls. But at the same time, a certain poncho-wearing spellbinder wiggled her little finger and the
brace of brawn and buffoon in her company halted their sojourn to someone called Solomon.
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There was muscle under his stout stature, Peggy had to cede as she delicately held Elmer's waist on their way along
the hedge-lined farm track. Cadmun plodded along steadily as the now-hypnotised farmer unknowingly reiterated what
he knew before the diminutive diviner had arrived at his home. His narration was stunted as ever, but enjoying the slow
ride in the copacetic surroundings, the smiling sorceress reckoned she'd gotten a good handle on what he'd said.
Elmer was Autumn-ploughing in the same field Peggy had seen Black Annis arrive in during the previous night. Cadmun
-usually a docile steed who knew where his bread was buttered, suddenly steered away from his rod-straight sod-cutting
and with rolling eyes and constant snorting, refused to return to the spot where his mainshare had stopped in the furrow.
In a monotone voice, Peggy's companion continued to explain how he -himself, had unharnessed the frightened brute
and dragged the plough across the location until he felt Cadmun was okay to continue. Surprisingly, the rest of the
work was uneventful and the whole field had been prepared for seeding.
In Spring, Elmer, his family and this Solomon-fellow's kin had trodden the turned soil and in a parallel line, they cast
corn seed along the rows. The little Witch could only imagine the mute camaraderie that held sway during their toil,
but accepted it wasn't her place to judge this weird community of look-a-likes.
Erecting two twine-bound lengths of Ash, the Banyard children had used some their uniform clothing to create four
eternally sullen-looking scarecrows to keep any hungry avians away. A simple seasonal family task that the heeding
augurer realised Elmer's offspring had no idea held unsettling undertones. The wood of Ash was supposed to be the
foundations of the first humans and its sap held magical properties for new-borns Peggy noted and her smile waned.
It seems even the disciples of Black Annis were made with -as Elmer my suggest, Big Ju-Ju.
The mesmerised farmer continued his story about poor growth of cereal in the field and how sheep shied away from
being close to the fences, he ended his droning just as their mount turned a glade and a funnel-shaped house stood
waiting for them. Peggy's digit moved once more and Elmer pointed at the building without changing his tone.
"Solomon Banyard" he informed the little woman sat behind him.
arrival of Black Annis. The little necromancer had chanced a quick nap during the unfolding of the dawn and sticking her
sleep-woolly head out of her satchel, the noise of creaking leather below the loft told her the farmer had finally gotten out
of bed.
"...Who Annie?" he added with his attention more on preparing Cadmun for some unknown toil and the hatless Witch
adjudged any physical showing of her exasperation would also be wasted on the lunkhead attaching the bridle to the big
horse. "Annis..." Peggy corrected and wondered what a small spell might conjure up from the slow-witted mind of the
farmer. "...Ah' wished thee'd listen te' me, Elmer. There's a bad thing on yer' land. A bad-thing and Ah' divna' knaw how
long it's ben' comin' te' yer' farm" she delineated with earnestness.
The round-faced villein of the soil stopped his equine-tailoring and slowly turned to peer at the temporary tenant to the
room upstairs. It was a moment the Last Witch of Underhill believed a breakthrough was coming regarding the heinous
force that had puppeted the scarecrows his children may have dressed and the ritual that had penetrated the reticent
sacrament of last night that had brought Black Annis to this world from another. "Me go to Solomon Banyard" he stated
dully and with a click of his tongue, both he and the giant steed set off to leave through the barn door.
The morning was bright and the neat building creaked just a tad as the sun's heat began to do its work on the brown
-painted wooden walls. But at the same time, a certain poncho-wearing spellbinder wiggled her little finger and the
brace of brawn and buffoon in her company halted their sojourn to someone called Solomon.
.................................................................
There was muscle under his stout stature, Peggy had to cede as she delicately held Elmer's waist on their way along
the hedge-lined farm track. Cadmun plodded along steadily as the now-hypnotised farmer unknowingly reiterated what
he knew before the diminutive diviner had arrived at his home. His narration was stunted as ever, but enjoying the slow
ride in the copacetic surroundings, the smiling sorceress reckoned she'd gotten a good handle on what he'd said.
Elmer was Autumn-ploughing in the same field Peggy had seen Black Annis arrive in during the previous night. Cadmun
-usually a docile steed who knew where his bread was buttered, suddenly steered away from his rod-straight sod-cutting
and with rolling eyes and constant snorting, refused to return to the spot where his mainshare had stopped in the furrow.
In a monotone voice, Peggy's companion continued to explain how he -himself, had unharnessed the frightened brute
and dragged the plough across the location until he felt Cadmun was okay to continue. Surprisingly, the rest of the
work was uneventful and the whole field had been prepared for seeding.
In Spring, Elmer, his family and this Solomon-fellow's kin had trodden the turned soil and in a parallel line, they cast
corn seed along the rows. The little Witch could only imagine the mute camaraderie that held sway during their toil,
but accepted it wasn't her place to judge this weird community of look-a-likes.
Erecting two twine-bound lengths of Ash, the Banyard children had used some their uniform clothing to create four
eternally sullen-looking scarecrows to keep any hungry avians away. A simple seasonal family task that the heeding
augurer realised Elmer's offspring had no idea held unsettling undertones. The wood of Ash was supposed to be the
foundations of the first humans and its sap held magical properties for new-borns Peggy noted and her smile waned.
It seems even the disciples of Black Annis were made with -as Elmer my suggest, Big Ju-Ju.
The mesmerised farmer continued his story about poor growth of cereal in the field and how sheep shied away from
being close to the fences, he ended his droning just as their mount turned a glade and a funnel-shaped house stood
waiting for them. Peggy's digit moved once more and Elmer pointed at the building without changing his tone.
"Solomon Banyard" he informed the little woman sat behind him.
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