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The Forgotten
Writer TylerDoak
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Chapter One: No Eating The Gabbers
TylerDoak
Jul 9, 2018
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Oswald dipped the ladle into the beaten old pan hanging over the fire and dipped two scoops of the milky soup into his wooden bowl. He sniffed the contents of his bowl and his belly rumbled. copyright protection12PENANAmi31QUsyfe16Please respect copyright.PENANAfIKBuQB9bg

“What we eating today, Br’er?” he asked the scruffy looking brown rabbit on the opposite side of the fire.copyright protection12PENANAyJFUb31g7T16Please respect copyright.PENANAT7VPq1HXya

Br’er Rabbit shrugged his shoulders. “The usual I reckon,” he said as he plopped down on a raggedy blanket. “Garlic, a few wild carrots, a couple taters and what’er critter Allie a’stumbled into.”copyright protection12PENANA1peOqiCwkl16Please respect copyright.PENANABH8sWhphDL

“It’s squirrel,” said a girl’s voice from behind a patch of bushes that were some ten feet away. The bushes rustled and a blonde girl, no older than nine, stood up. She was pulling up her overalls and tucking in her undershirt.copyright protection12PENANAdGEgIuba2q16Please respect copyright.PENANAnTu8uZY58a

“I didn't even see you over there, Allie,” Oswald said as the girl stepped out of the brush and began walking towards them.copyright protection12PENANApAa4vl8xCg16Please respect copyright.PENANAm2hhRIiyFR

“When I'm making water I generally don't mean to be seen,” she said to Oswald as she stopped at her pack and pulled out her own wooden bowl. She scooped some of the thin soup into it and plopped down next to the black and white rabbit.copyright protection12PENANAqEGFt7X5Di16Please respect copyright.PENANAJhySJv98NN

Oswald had wondered where she had gotten off to earlier that morning. Allie had a way of just slipping off and disappearing when she had a mind to. Being gone for an hour or two was just something that he and Br’er has just come to expect during the travel time during the day. It was mostly an advantage for the two rabbits, though, as Allie usually returned with some berries, critters or a better path to take than the one they were currently on. copyright protection12PENANAqRY48HzkSB16Please respect copyright.PENANAUbGojbnhhw

Dipping his spoon into his bowl and lifting into his mouth, Oswald took his first bite of the soup that the girl had put together. The taste of garlic overwhelmed his palette at first, but he soon decided that the soup was quite tasty.copyright protection12PENANALicWnHiveU16Please respect copyright.PENANArDyJUqrdZ7

They had found a healthy patch of garlic a week or so ago (or maybe more than a week - Time was funny there) and they had been using it in everything they cooked. One night, when they hadn't found any game or wild growing plants to eat, they just drank boiled garlic juice. It wasn't tasty, but having something in your belly instead of nothing is preferable.copyright protection12PENANAMEzsk2zh8d16Please respect copyright.PENANA4IoDB78LgW

As Br’er had said, there were some carrots in there as well as some of the wild rice that he had found along the trail two days before, a bit of basil they had found growing in a field and the squirrel that Allie had popped with her slingshot. copyright protection12PENANAzz5yEdgdy816Please respect copyright.PENANAya7fzqrXII

He chewed on the slivers of meat that were in his bowl. It was tough and a bit gamey, but tasty in its own way. He eyeballed Allie. “Did you watch the squirrels long enough to…” he said, but was cut off by the girl.copyright protection12PENANAOjq0fOIxjW16Please respect copyright.PENANAt9l2Sgtkts

“To figure out if they were gabbers or not, Oswald?” she said sharply. “Of course I did. When was the last time you remember me consuming a gabber?”copyright protection12PENANAs6B1zV49dc16Please respect copyright.PENANArybPcNWlyc

Oswald shook his head and continued eating. “I was just asking.” It was against their rules to eat animals that could talk like he and Br’er.copyright protection12PENANAmNMsmqGCDe16Please respect copyright.PENANAh7nomWPNTx

“You ask a little too often these days,” Allie replied. “It's like you don't trust me no more.”copyright protection12PENANALsyctN0blk16Please respect copyright.PENANAwnHRqA8TUC

That statement was about as ludicrous as it got. Oswald trusted Allie with his life. She trusted him with hers. And they both trusted Br’er with theirs.  These three trail companions had been on the road together for a long while. How long? None of them could really say (time was funny there). copyright protection12PENANA8NrJP0FT9S16Please respect copyright.PENANAmlbxank7JT

“I trust you plenty,” Oswald answered. “Probably more than I should,” he added with a smirk.copyright protection12PENANA6wGSY2jFFX16Please respect copyright.PENANAk00HpnEeay

“Probably,” she giggled. They all got a chuckle out of it. copyright protection12PENANATrprESfF4A16Please respect copyright.PENANAMGVtym3HgX

Later that night, as the moon sat bright in the sky, Br’er reached into his pack and pulled out a beaten wooden box that looked like it had been around for a hundred years. He laid down with his head and shoulders resting on in his pack as he opened the box.copyright protection12PENANAZcnrWdrB6A16Please respect copyright.PENANAjCiuatSvBB

From it he plucked a compass with copper and gold engravings on it. He tipped it towards the light of their camp fire so he could get a better view of the pointer.copyright protection12PENANAud7a65dpKT16Please respect copyright.PENANApVCpD1MigX

Allie and Oswald both watched him intently. Br’er gently put the compass back into it’s box and laid it next to him. As he tipped his big straw hat down over his eyes he spat out the long piece of grass he had been chewing on.copyright protection12PENANAmElL6ZElFJ16Please respect copyright.PENANAQ2ELwc8zUo

“It looks like we’re still a’footin’ it east,” he said.copyright protection12PENANAVFWj6SwxtD16Please respect copyright.PENANAwd1PIcjBHU

His two companions nodded and closed their eyes for the night as well.copyright protection12PENANA8XQf8Xlmm516Please respect copyright.PENANAc6QPwuQiM7
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