Chapter Five part two
(Sorry for the wait. I'll try to do better on uploading chapters during night time hours and weekends.
…and now, we return to The Birchwood Twin(s): Halloween Special.
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Beatrice:
After seeing four more flowers sprout from the ground, my eyes rolled back one more time and I had to shut my eyes and shake my head. Instead of things getting better, things began to get worse. After opening my teary eyes, I watched the red flowers PULL THEMSELVES out of the ground and began to float up in to the air.
Why are the roses flying? I thought.
Then, after getting a better look, I realized that I wasn't looking at roses. I was looking at…poppies. Thanks to my grandfather's gardening book, I learn that roses have a deep blood (or maybe a pomegranate wine) red pedals but poppies have a brighter red color. But the question is: how are there poppies in the woods if the soil isn't good enough for them?
After asking myself that, I noticed the changes of the flowers. The stems shrivel up and dissolve into dust while the pedals slowly transform into giant, plastic-looking, cartoon bubbles. The color of bubbles transform from red to purple-pinkish color and the bubbles began to mold into the shape of cartoon elephants. The elephants walk around in front of me and then, they smiled.
I closed my eyes and shook my head again, thinking that I've gone mad. I opened my eyes again and the elephants were still there and they began to multiply. I heard surrealistic music playing and the elephants lined up and used their trunks as trumpets, playing a familiar tune.
OH NO! I thought. I'M SEEING PINK ELEPHANTS! LITERALLY!
As the music began to build up, I attempted to run away from the elephants. Unfortunately, I bumped in to a tree and landed on my back. While trying to get back on my feet, I continued to hear that dreadful song, Pink Elephants On Parade, play. I didn't like the sound of that tune at all.
When I heard a cymbal crash, I noticed that I got back on my feet. Then, I saw more pink elephants making their appearances; they began to walk around me as if we were playing ring-around-the-rosie with a person standing the middle of the circle. While I acted like I was just coming back to life from going through wisdom teeth surgery, the circle of elephants started to get smaller and smaller. I didn't like the idea of getting crowded in the middle of the circle.
I tried to push the elephants out of the way but they wouldn't even stop walking around me and making their circle tighter and tighter.
Look out! Look out!
OH NO! I'M HEARING VOICES! THEY SHOULDN'T SING THAT! THINGS ARE ALREADY GETTING WEIRD!
Pink elephants on parade, here they come!
Hippity hoppety!
They're here!
The elephants look at me and then, they scattered themselves around the woods.
They're there!
Pink elephants EVERYWHERE!
At first, when I saw the elephants disappear, I was relieved but I was wrong when I heard the voices singing again.
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed,
ON THEIR HEAD!
I looked up and I saw the elephants walking around in the air while they're upside down. I immediately made a run for it, trying not to run into any trees.
Clippety cloppety!
Arrayed in braid,
Pink elephants on parade!
What'll I do? What'll I do?
WHAT AN UNUSUAL VIEW!
The elephants began to fade after I tripped on a root of a tree and landed face-first on the ground.
As I was slowly lifting my head, the scenery of the woods began to change into a blue watercolor background. I heard more voices but this time, they were singing something else.
Heffalumps and woozles…
HEFFALUMPS AND WOOZLES…
Oh no!
Steal beans…
Beware…beware…
All of the sudden, four cans of black beans pop out of nowhere and they surround me as soon I got back on my feet again.
They're black!
They're brown!
They're UP!
They're down!
The black bean cans shuffle towards me…
They're IN!
…then, they scoot back…
They're out!
…fly around me…
They're ALL ABOUT!
…compress me…
They're near!
…fly away from me…
They're far!
…and disappear before my eyes.
They're gone!
They're here!
They're quick,
And slick,
They're insincere!
The black bean cans suddenly re-appear behind me and I ran away from them as soon as they began to sing,
Beware!
Beware!
Beware, beware, beware!
I ran into a giant green and yellow plaid elephant. It picks me up and whacks me away with its trunk. I landed on a giant pile of leaves.
A heffalump or woozle,
Is very…'confusel'.
The elephant transforms into a weasel and then, a creature with a giant elephant head on a weasel's body.
A heffalump or woozle's very sly,
Sly!
Sly!
Sly!
I felt something tap my shoulder and turned around. I saw one elephant standing by me and with a sly grin on its face, it began to multiply.
They come in ones or 'two-sels'.
But if they so 'choozels',
Before your eyes,
You'll see them multiply!
-ply, -ply, -ply!
The elephants surround me and they began to push me around.
They're 'extra-ordinary'!
So better 'bewarey'!
Because they come in every shape and size!
Before I knew it, the elephants transform into weasels, then back to their original forms, and they finally transform into cans of black beans.
If beans are what you covet,
You'll find that they love it!
The cans of black beans open up by themselves and I saw elephants and weasels with spoons in their hands and eating the beans straight out of their cans.
Because they guzzle up the thing you prize!
Then, an explosion blinds me for a second and I saw an elephant and a weasel dancing together and transforming into things as I heard the singing black bean cans sing their various forms.
They're green!
They're blue!
They're pink!
They're white!
They're round!
They're square!
They're a terrible sight!
They tie themselves into horrible knots!
The elephant and weasel freeze into a pose.
They come in stripes!
And polka dots!
The weasel and elephant disappear and the singing group of black beans disappear and reappear before my eyes.
Beware!
Beware!
Beware, beware, beware!
I ran around the scenery as I had to experience elephants and weasels dancing around and playing random instruments. A giant stove pot with a lid on top WALKED towards me and I carefully lifted the lid. It goes crazy and I quickly put the lid back on the pot.
I grabbed my tennis racquet and I carefully tried to walk away from the parading elephants and weasels. I was prepared to swing my racquet in defense when I felt something tap on my shoulder.
An elephant-headed creature with a bumblebee's body grabs my tennis racquet and I held on to the handle as the elephant-bee thing tries to shake me off. Then, two jack-in-boxes sprouted out of the ground and two weasels, who both represented Stupid, pop out, causing me to release the handle of the racquet in shock and surprise.
After landing on my feet, I immediately started to chase after the elephant-bee creature. When I finally caught up with it, I grabbed the tennis racquet and I tripped on a tree root. I fell into a puddle and I began to sink.
My head began to spin and mental images were getting mixed and shuffled like playing cards. I blinked several times and the blue watercolor background dissolves into reality. The effects of smelling the poppies were wearing off.
I realized that I fell into a river and I was getting pushed by a strong current. My headlamp shuts off and I am forced to swim up to the surface and try to grab something strong that would lead me to dry land.
My luck came when I felt someone grab my arms and began to pull me. A couple of times, my head would go underwater and then, it would come back out. I was so worn out that I didn't even use my legs to make this rescue easy for the person who was pulling me out of the water.
I kind of passed out in relief when I heard my body getting dragged on dirty ground and I was lying flat on my back, breathing hard. While I regaining my senses, I saw a man, who looked like Richard Briers (in his elderly age), with a glowing light around him and he wore white overalls and a white shirt.
"Innocent child, are you okay?" The man asked.
"Yes, sir." I whispered. "Thanks for helping me."
The old man smiled a nice smile, kissed me on my forehead, and disappeared.
Was I saved by the ghost of William T. Gallagher?! I thought.