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Chapter 12: Tale of Two Mothers

Written: 21 Feb 2005-27 Feb 2005

Posted: 28 Feb 2005

Night had descended and nobody had bothered to tell Timmy that. Actually, his first clue was when his mother handed him a flashlight. He blinked in surprise and looked up and noticed that the stars were out. Huh, night came in like a fairy poofing in, he thought. Tears started to streak down his face. Where were Cosmo and Wanda?

"Say, Mom," he asked, "where did you get these flashlights?"

"Always be prepared," was all his mother said. Timmy nodded. He could think of few things he wished he had brought along. But wishing for things didn't bring him them. Unless he had his fairy godparents with him.

He turned on the flashlight and spotted some flakes of black glass on the ground. "I didn't know this canyon was the result of a volcano," he commented. "I thought box canyons were formed by water not lava."

Juandissmimo shrugged. "Around these parts, who can tell?"

"That's all very interesting," Mrs. Turner said. "Are you very familiar with these parts?"

"But of course," Juandissimo assured them. "I know everything about them."

"Then you'd be able to warn us of an gryphon attack?"

"For you, milady, anything." Juandissimo bowed.

They walked off into the night.

A few short minutes they reached the branch where they had found the letter jacket. A green sweater was tangled in it now. "I have a bad feeling about this," Juandissimo said.

"Could you be a bit more specific than that?" Timmy snapped.

"Yes, actually I could," Juandissimo replied, looking past Timmy toward something that Timmy could not see, but he was starting to get a bad feeling of his own about it.

As in he was too afraid to turn around, but too afraid not to. He started to turn. Guess my fear not to turn around won out, he thought. But when he had turned fully around, he something that truly amazed him.

Before his eyes crouched what looked like a lion with the head, wings and legs of an eagle. It looked at them with hunger in its eyes.

"You're right, Juandissimo," Mrs. Turner said. "This is bad."

"Is this a gryphon?" Timmy asked. He was beginning to think it was, and he hoped that he was wrong.

"Oh, yes. It is," Juandissimo replied.

"Darnit. Juandissimo, I thought uyou said that you would warn us of a gryphon attack."

Juandissimo said nothing.

"Look what we have here," the gryphon said, "Two fairies and a little boy to give to my li'l darlin's."

"I don't want to be a gift," Timmy said.

"But it isn't up to you, my pet." The gryphon crept closer. "Oh no, it most certainly isn't." The gryphon pounced.

Timmy ducked and shut his eyes, praying that the gryphon would miss. But certain that she wouldn't. So waited, trembling, for the inevitable biting, or goring with her claws, or however gryphons attacked their prey. Ten seconds passed. Another ten seconds passed. Then another ten seconds passed. What the heck?

Nervously he peeked. He gasped when he did. His mother was holding one of the glass chips the gryphon's throat. Timmy didn't know that his mother could do that. When the gryphon lifted her foot to take another step, Mrs. Turner softly sad, "If you take another step toward my son, I'll open your throat."

The gryphon somehow grinned. "Touché."

As he beheld this sight, Timmy said to Juandissino, "Now what?"

Juandissimo shrugged.

"Perhaps we could come to some kind of deal," the gryphon offered.