The Reed Chapter 4
The meeting during free time had been a failure, mainly because the Fellowship, as they had taken to calling themselves, had had better things to do at that time. All that got decided was that they would leave the school at midnight to go destroy The Reed, though no one had any idea as to how they were going to do it.
So in the middle of the night an alarm clock rang, waking up almost everybody. A couple of innocent people, not very happy at being called up at such an unearthly hour, began saying words I shall refuse to write.
"If you're not part of the Fellowship of the Reed, go back to sleep!" Martyn yelled, waking up the remaining band members. He ducked as someone threw a pillow at him, and it landed on someone else instead. Thus ensued a midnight pillow fight.
Anyway, sooner or later the FOTR were up and yawning. Jeslyn picked up the box that contained The Reed, and the group of them advanced towards the door.
"Where are you going?" the self-appointed night guard asked.
"Toilet," the Fellowship replied in chorus.
"Oh." The 'guard' let them pass, and the Fellowship, made up of Jeslyn (flute), Joel (flute), Martyn (trumpet), Ariel (piccolo), David (trombone), Ian (percussion) and er... (Author stares at ancient class photo for inspiration) Charis (clarinet), proceeded to the toilet for a private discussion.
"Ok, so what's going on, exactly?"
"We have to destroy The Reed, and according to Joel, the only way we can do that is by returning it to the 'place from whence it came'. The thing is, where DID The Reed come from?"
"The same place as all the other reeds, I suppose. "
"Yeah, so what're we going to do? Storm the supplier in the middle of the night and demand a refund? I doubt that would help much."
"Let's see...reeds are made of cane, right? Where does cane come from?"
"Trees!"
"And trees come from?"
"Seeds!"
"And seeds come from?"
"Trees!"
"Ok, let's try something else. Er... what fertilizes seeds?"
"Decomposing stuff!"
"So we go to a graveyard and chuck The Reed into a coffin?"
"I suppose it's better than nothing... and if it doesn't get destroyed, it can't do much harm there, can it?"
"So it's set?"
"Yeah! Let's go to a graveyard!"
The Fellowship headed towards the toilet door, only to find their way blocked. An alumni saxophone stood in the doorway, a mad look in her eyes as she stared at the group coming towards her. Then she spoke.
"Give me The Reed."
To Be Continued...
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The meeting during free time had been a failure, mainly because the Fellowship, as they had taken to calling themselves, had had better things to do at that time. All that got decided was that they would leave the school at midnight to go destroy The Reed, though no one had any idea as to how they were going to do it.
So in the middle of the night an alarm clock rang, waking up almost everybody. A couple of innocent people, not very happy at being called up at such an unearthly hour, began saying words I shall refuse to write.
"If you're not part of the Fellowship of the Reed, go back to sleep!" Martyn yelled, waking up the remaining band members. He ducked as someone threw a pillow at him, and it landed on someone else instead. Thus ensued a midnight pillow fight.
Anyway, sooner or later the FOTR were up and yawning. Jeslyn picked up the box that contained The Reed, and the group of them advanced towards the door.
"Where are you going?" the self-appointed night guard asked.
"Toilet," the Fellowship replied in chorus.
"Oh." The 'guard' let them pass, and the Fellowship, made up of Jeslyn (flute), Joel (flute), Martyn (trumpet), Ariel (piccolo), David (trombone), Ian (percussion) and er... (Author stares at ancient class photo for inspiration) Charis (clarinet), proceeded to the toilet for a private discussion.
"Ok, so what's going on, exactly?"
"We have to destroy The Reed, and according to Joel, the only way we can do that is by returning it to the 'place from whence it came'. The thing is, where DID The Reed come from?"
"The same place as all the other reeds, I suppose. "
"Yeah, so what're we going to do? Storm the supplier in the middle of the night and demand a refund? I doubt that would help much."
"Let's see...reeds are made of cane, right? Where does cane come from?"
"Trees!"
"And trees come from?"
"Seeds!"
"And seeds come from?"
"Trees!"
"Ok, let's try something else. Er... what fertilizes seeds?"
"Decomposing stuff!"
"So we go to a graveyard and chuck The Reed into a coffin?"
"I suppose it's better than nothing... and if it doesn't get destroyed, it can't do much harm there, can it?"
"So it's set?"
"Yeah! Let's go to a graveyard!"
The Fellowship headed towards the toilet door, only to find their way blocked. An alumni saxophone stood in the doorway, a mad look in her eyes as she stared at the group coming towards her. Then she spoke.
"Give me The Reed."
To Be Continued...
Please review! Thank you!