The True Adventures of Jay B R Wokky, Web Serials

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 40.5 — Butterfingers Asks a Question

Ch. 40.5 — Mr. Dumfries trudged along the road that led out of town. His head was bent. Every bone and muscle ached. He had spent the entire day trying to convince the people of Nelsonia that something was wrong, but no one would believe him. They had laughed at him and made fun of him. He had been thrown out of so many taverns, he didn’t know where he’d ever get a drink again. His own grandson had come and tried to drag him back home.
What was he going to do?
“Psst!” said a voice.
Mr. Dumfries looked to the left. A little face peeked out from behind a thick evergreen bush. He hadn’t seen a gnome since he’d been fired. Mr. Dumfries shuffled closer.
“In here.” The gnome pointed behind the tree to a small door in the wall.
When they had both squeezed into the narrow space, their breaths fogged the air, and a faintly glowing ball lit what seemed to be a porch.
“Who are you?” Mr. Dumfries said.
“Butterfingers, sir. I’m a friend of Prince Ezra’s. I heard what you were saying earlier. Is it true?”
“Every word.”
“My big toes have been aching something fierce,” said Butterfingers. “That usually means that something is wrong. I just didn’t know what it was or what to do about it.”
Butterfingers thought for a moment. “I know a secret way into the castle. I’ll alert the queen. You must warn the dragon. Ride out tonight and stop for nothing. Use Bernie: he’s been moping around in the royal stables for months, and no one will miss him. Rouse Jay B. R. Wokky to action before it’s too late.”
Mr. Dumfries felt a renewed hope as he shook Butterfingers’s hand. “Thank you, my friend.”

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