Thank you for the kind words Rosewater, Pickle!
Okay, another couple of notes to start out with;
In the next few chapters I'm going to make a reference or two to one of my previous stories. Just so nobody is confused...
In my last story the Harvest Goddess discovers that granting wishes to the townsfolk can be a very lucrative job, so she starts granting wishes to EVERYONE for a price.
Unfortunately she grants so many wishes that she depletes almost all of her powers, and she is no longer able to maintain the balance between agriculture and industry; and humans and nature.
In short, her greed almost destroys all of Mineral Town, and it is only her younger sister, the "Witch Princess", who is able to set everything right.
Also, from now on I will occasionally make comments during the story. You can recognize them as always being in parenthesis and being 'bold'.
Well, then! On with the story...
Chapter 2"Gotta have something... gotta have
SOMETHING!" the Witch Princess cried as she tore through the many drawers of her study for
some kind of useful magical item.
"Wand of Mending?" she groaned, tossing an item aside. "Necklace of 'Helpful Nudging'? What the hell is that?!"
One by one the witch discarded useless items until she had a tidy pile of arcane artifacts. So far, nothing proved to be useful in helping her locate the runaway spell.
"Stave of Inexplicable Attraction?" the witch said aloud, mysteriously. "Gotta save that one..."
"Aha!" she exclaimed.
The Witch Princess held up a ring and stared at it thoughtfully. It was a ring of 'magical detection', and it was hardly an accurate means of locating the position of her errant spell. Still... it would at least give her a GENERAL idea of where it had flown to.
If only she had the key to her storage room... she could easily locate the spell with her 'Crystal Globe of Scrying'.
"Good enough." the witch sighed, slipping the ring onto her left index finger.
Immediately the Witch Princess took in a deep breath as her senses expanded far beyond the reach of her home. Many items throughout the living room began to glow a deep blue, but she ignored them all as she ran outside and focused deeply on what lay beyond.
"No... no..." she whispered, furrowing her brow in concentration. A mis-casting of this magnitude should be immediately detectable, so why was it-?
"There!" the Witch cried, triumphantly.
It wasn't much to go by, but the ring was clearly pulling her arm towards the location of the nearest town. The Witch Princess narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she realized the spell's location.
"Mineral Town." she hissed. "Figures..."
* * *
"Jaaaaack!" Ann called out happily, carrying a picnic basket full of treats.
Like nearly every day of the year she was energetically running from the town commons to her beloved Jack's farm, ready to catch him in her arms and whisk him away from his daily chores to enjoy an afternoon of lovingly-prepared food.
She briefly wondered why such a simple daily ritual would bring them both joy, but the mental image of Jack's delighted face quickly answered any
such questions. They were in love; and sometimes... you didn't need a reason.
"Where arrrrrrre youuuuuu?" she shouted.
Odd...
Jack was usually outside tending to the fields by now. Was he in the house?
Ann stomped up the steps of his front porch and swung the door open with her best smile equipped.
Nothing?
Somewhat annoyed; Ann scanned the kitchen, and then the living room for any notes that might indicate where he was.
Still, nothing.
"Playing hide-and-seek?" she asked, playfully.
"Oh well, if you're not here then you must..."
Quick as a rabbit, Ann dashed outside and headed for the chicken coop. Jack always took care of his animals before anything else, but sometimes when he finished his daily chores in the field he liked to spend some extra time growing a stronger bond with them.
Again... nothing.
Ann's infamous temper threatened to show itself once again, but she fought back the urge. After all of the crazy happenings of the past few years she wasn't going to let something as simple as this ruin their day. Surely she would find him in the cow's barn...
"Jack?" she asked tersely, opening the door.
...just Madam Moo.
"What the hell?" Ann growled. How many times had she warned Jack to leave a note in case he had business to deal with in the town? Would it KILL him to think of her once in a wh-
"Madam Moo, stop it!" Ann shouted as the cow excitedly grabbed a hold of her overalls. Madam Moo quickly complied, but just as soon as the bovine let go it
began bobbing it's head back and forth and stomped it's left hoof on the floor. Ann raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Are you okay, girl?" Ann asked, and to her surprise Madam Moo shook her head vigorously.
"What's wrong?" Ann inquired. "Is it something about Jack?"
Madam Moo raised up on her hind legs and stomped down on the floor, startling Ann.
"Oh! Okay..." Ann gasped. "What is it? I don't speak 'cow'..."
Madam Moo snorted loudly and pawed the ground. Ann watched the cow's actions with mystery.
"Jack?" Ann asked. Madam Moo bellowed in response.
"Oh!" the girl cried. "Jack... he's... he's..... HE'S TRAPPED IN THE WELL!!!"
Madam Moo stood still and eyed her critically.
"Sorry, too many re-runs of 'Lassie'." Ann giggled.
(
ugh, what a lame joke...)
"MooooOOOOOoooo!!!" Madam Moo roared, and Ann backed away from the animal fearfully.
"
DAMMIT..." Jack (in Madam Moo's body) thought aloud. "
HOW CAN I-"
Inspiration thrilled through his body as Jack the Cow had a sudden idea. He quickly ran to the back wall until he reached his straw hat. Jack usually preferred his baseball cap, but on especially hot days the hat did a much better job of keeping the sun away.
Jack carefully manuvered his neck until the hat lay on his broad head, and with a deft snap he was wearing it. Ann watched onwards with wonder.
"Madam Moo, you know better than to mess with J-" Ann started, but Madam Moo's next movements drew her breath away.
The frantic cow/boy began stomping it's hoof on the ground in a definite pattern and Ann, who had learned many things from her father, quickly recognized the sounds as Morse-code.
"Do not know happen." Madam Moo stomped. It was broken English but Ann was sharp enough to recognize what she was trying to say.
"Me not Cow." the, ummmm... 'cow' continued.
(
no, I know absolutely nothing of Morse-code...)
"Huh?" Ann asked aloud, bewildered.
"Me Jack." he finished.
Ann's eyes bugged out like a person who opened their home's front door to reveal an underwater utopia as apposed to, say, their lawn.
She looked up at Jack's gardening hat, and then slowly lowered her gaze until she was staring the bovine straight in the eyes.
"You... are JACK?" Ann asked, gritting her teeth.
Sweat ran down Jack's brow at the response. He knew that tone, all too well...
(
do cows even sweat?)
"Yes." Jack stomped.
Ann breathed in deep and counted to three. Once she gained some resemblance of control, Ann reached out and grabbed Jack's delicate cow ears in her hands, and pulled his head close.
"My boyfriend... is a COW?!?" Ann shrieked with rage.
Jack tried to back away, but his girlfriend's fearsome grip held him at bay.
For a very, very long minute Ann continued to hold Jack's ears in a painful embrace as she looked deep into his eyes. When she finally chose to speak it was with carefully-measured acerbity.
(
for the meaning of the word 'acerbity', consult your nearest dictionary!)
"Jack, I think you will agree with me that I've put up with a lot during out relationship." Ann started, and luckily Jack didn't try to protest the statement.
"I.don't.know.what.is.going.on..." she stammered, as her cool began to break.
"...but.I.want.you.to.fix.it, NOW!!!" Ann vociferated.
(
okay, now I'm going overboard with the verbs...)
Jack swallowed hard and resisted the sudden urge to vomit cud into his mouth. He nodded in agreement and his temperamental girlfriend finally released his ears. Jack walked to the front of the barn, lifted the latch with his nose, and galloped towards the Harvest Goddesses' pond.
Ann smoothed back her bright orange hair, slowly walked to the barn's door... and then tore it off it's hinges.
The sudden violence made her feel a 'bit' better.
To be Continued...