I Pie Crumbs and Oodles of Chocolate

Doddie was a Warbel and lived on the island of Fidola with all of his friends. Now Warbels are cute furry little creatures that stand on two legs but are mostly shorter and wider with dark furry brown ears and light hair on their heads. Their hair turns into a long mane that goes along on their back all the way to their bushy dark tail. They have very large eyes for their head, mouse-like snouts that include three distinct whiskers coming from each side, and a black nose much like a dog. All of the Warbels on Fidola wore thick-rimmed glasses and loved to hop and skip and sing all morning and all night. Now, Doddie was just the same as every other Warbel except for one thing: Doddie was a musician. And Doddie wasnt just any ordinary musician; he was a stupendous musician. Doddie composed music no one had ever heard or experienced in all the land. All in Fidola were in love with Doddie and he was very proud of his work. Each night, after a long day of work, the entire town would gather to listen to Doddie and each morning, once the sun was cresting over the tops of the trees, Doddie would wake up and immediately prepare his new song for that evening. Now, Doddie lived in a hut outside the city on the East side of the island. He lived near the forbidden forest where the music rock was. You see, each Warbel in Fidola had the very same small and very clean Warbel hut. The huts were made with sun-dried cornstalks and were glued together with candied syrup, and each hut had a door and two windows very small. On the opposite end of the door was a dainty fireplace that stayed empty in the summer and was packed full in the winter. Doddies little hut had a bed on the right side of the fireplace and a desk on the left side where he would lay out his parchment and write music to his hearts content. Every morning was the same for Doddie. He woke up, stretched, grabbed his pen and his parchment and opened the door only to merrily skip to the brook to wash his hands and feet. There he would sit, look around, and listen to the birds chirp and the leaves of the trees whisper their beautiful sounds mixed with the echoes of the running water of the brook moving around the rocks. Doddie would lie in the green, thick, and comfy meadow grass and daydream of musical rifts and crescendos flowing in a most wonderful way. He would often close his eyes and think of glorious parties the town would throw him with cakes and creams and drawn-out drinks form the cherry drink bowl. He would imagine the little Warbels faces as they wondered in glee at how talented he truly was. Life was truly great for Doddie. So, after daydreaming for a while and thinking a little more, he would find his furry eyes drifting down to sleep. It was very common for Doddie to take a quick nap for good musicians always need to be wellrested. Warbels are known to snore terribly and Doddie was the loudest of all the Warbels in town.

Lying in the tall green grass with the sun casting beautiful shadows all around, Doddie snored the greatest of snores that would make all of the birds in the air cover their. It was during these short naps that he would dream and come up with more ideas for his music. He would always wake up near midday and open the basket he brought to find his lunch of apple bits and soft crust from a dessert pie from the night before. Now, as soon as he finished his food he went briskly back to his hut, sat at his small desk next to the window, and reached up for his many writing pens on a shelf above the desk. Once he put the pens in their place, he finally began to sketch his notes. You see, Doddie could play any instrument he wanted but he usually played the violin, for violins are very beautiful. With every word and page turn, he wrote with a smile thinking about how happy he would make everyone. But he smiled the widest when he thought about all the gifts that the Warbels would give him and all the wonderful ice cream cake and desserts that he got to eat every night. Pages and pages were penned and as always, as all composers do, he wrote furiously knowing the other Warbels wanted the music long and beautiful. On into the afternoon and evening he wrote until last around eight o'clock he scribbled a couple extra notes before he felt his head fall onto the desk with a terrible crash. Doddie began snoring again! It wasn't until he heard three distinct knocks that he woke up and knew it was time to go to the rock to play his music. Each evening, when the sun came to be just over the glorious peaks on the West side of the island, the entire town would gather to listen to Doddies music. The rest of the town lived on the West side of the island, far away from the forbidden forest. Doddie thought with his special gifts he needed to be far away from everyone else so his ideas and creations could come to life. Since he was such a great musician the last thing he needed were Warbels bothering him during the day. So, back to the story: Doddie heard the three knocks and quickly grabbed his parchment and went to the door. As he opened the door he saw the entire town waiting with torches aglow. They cheered, Hurray for Doddie! Doddie is the writer of the most stupendous music! They hoisted Doddie up on their shoulders and cheered as they made their way to the rock. Doddie always saw his friends each day at dusk. There was Ryan, Danny, Mark, and Darren, and his favorite friend of all: Fehr. Fehr was a very beautiful Warbel and had nine little brothers and sisters. Fehr was the one that sat closest to the rock whenever Doddie played his music. (Doddie always watched to make sure she was listening and he loved it when she laughed and clapped.) So, off to the rock they led Doddie and finally they all arrived. Doddie walked to the top of the rock and, pompous as he was, pulled down his glasses to the edge of his nose, stretched out his hands and opened up his scroll and placed it on the music stand. He then spoke in his cute and clear voice, Good evening everyone. As always, it is truly an honor to play my beautiful music for you. (The flickers from the torches made Doddies face full of mystery.) To-night, I would like to play for you all a song titled, I am Great. I hope you like it. The Warbels were all sitting down but leaned in to hear Doddies first note. He looked to the left and then to the right as he brought his violin to his neck. What followed was the most beautiful sounds youd ever heard come from a violin. Doddie was truly magnificent. The Warbels watched each movement of Doddies eyes and the swift movements of his

hand and they leaned forward to listen to every note Doddie used to form his piece. On and on, the song went and with each beautiful note, Doddie brought his audience to a state of wonderment and awe. Soon, in-front-of Doddie, the sun fully set and the forest and sky brought forth a wonderful mix of pinks and reds and oranges all around. With each movement of his hands, Doddies song became more entrancing. But then, something happened in the music and everyone became saddened and frightened. Doddies face turned from happy to sad as he began to play much softer and solemn music. Yet in the midst of it all, there was a glimmer of hope in each note. On the song went deep into the night and when Doddie finally reached the end of the song, he played the last notes, proudly pushed his glasses back to the top of his nose, rolled up the parchments, and bowed. The entire crowd burst into applause and certain shouts were heard, He has done it again! Hurray, for Doddie! At once, bottles of whipped, rich cream, butternut sauce topping sprayed into the air. There were beautiful spreads of all sorts of food on large picnic tables with pools of soda suds and oodles of chocolate filling each plate. More music started with blaring horns, and tubas chimed in with jovial minstrels. Such jubilance would sound from the edge of the forest, and soon after, more cherry drinks were poured into the cups of all those present to prepare them to partake of the best of dinners: a concoction of meat-laden bread mixed with apricot slices and slim shreds of butternut cream. Soon, more bright lights were lit on tall torches. It was truly a most splendid scene and as the feast went on everyone came to Doddie and thanked him for his wonderful song. Many of them begged and pleaded with him to join them for dinner at the Island Hall and still more told him he should very well be the new leader of the island. Doddie said proudly as he did every night that he was too busy to do anything else for the moment. At last, Fehr came up to Doddie and smiled a bit. She asked him how he was and said she had a spot saved for him at the Island Hall dinner table. She told him how much she would love for him to come. Doddie told her it was nice her to offer but he would have to come another time. He said it was more important for now that he kept busy making good stories for her to hear and that hopefully soon he would be able to come and visit. The truth was Doddie never intended at all to join them for dinner. He knew he was already the most popular Warbel in town and didnt see the need to add anything more to his busy days. Fehr was about to respond again when the crisp air of the night moved swiftly through the trees and some of the goblets on the grass fell over while the many torch flames bent with the wind. The crowd of Warbels scattered but a few Warbels remained to quickly thank Doddie for his marvelous music and to again express their excitement to hear the next composition. Doddie was full of pride as always and waited until everyone who wanted to speak with him had said their praise. With everyone gone from the forest, and the wind blowing in the hair of his ears and mane, Doddie sighed and smiled. He draped his composition once more over his arm and walked almost skipping back to his hut. Once inside he struck a match and rested it next to the wick of a large wooden lantern above his bed. He fitted himself nicely in his covers, reached under the bed and grabbed a fruit dessert pie and placed it on top of his tummy as he did for his meals every night. He consumed every bit, and with a few crumbs making their way to his covers, Doddie blew out his light. The wind rushed steadily outside and slowly and dreamily he smacked his lips and he drew into his furry nose the very first snore of the night.

II

A Great Opportunity
The next morning, Doddie woke up to a loud knock. He stretched and walked slowly over to the door rubbing his eyes a few times. He turned the handle, opened the door, and there at the door was everyone from town with gift upon gift stacked high into the air, as was their custom to give to Doddie every morning. Everyone smiled and clapped for Doddie and thanked him for his great music the night before. Doddie smiled back and before even saying hello to anyone, he ripped open the presents throwing paper all around. He got pop rockets, candies, and lollipops and pink jelly beans. He got markers and fine paints and animal toys and all sorts of wonderful trinkets and things. When the paper settled on the ground, Doddie finally looked at everybody, smiled, and said his short thanks. Doddie let all of them know that tonight of all nights he would reveal the most marvelous music of all. Everyone cheered and clapped. He said the music would be so magnificent they might want to bring even nicer presents next time. They all shouted their praise and even declared the Doddie should be made Mayor of the island. On and on they shouted, Doddie for Mayor, Doddie for Mayor! In the midst of the crowd Doddie spotted Fehr and she smiled at him. Do you hear them, Fehr? They want to make me Mayor! I hear them, indeed, Fehr said as she handed him another present. Doddie thanked Fehr and held the present to his chest. Finally, the shouted died down and Doddie said his goodbyes and quickly stepped back into his hut and closed the door. He quickly opened the gift from Fehr and it was a beautiful, shiny, golden bow for his violin. There was a note on the inside: KEEP THIS WITH YOU AND THINK OF ME WHEN YOU PLAY FOR THE ISLANDS DELIGHT I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT HEAR THE MUSIC YOU PLAY ALL NIGHT Doddie scrunched his eyebrows and read the note again before throwing the note behind his shoulder onto the floor. After placing all of his new presents under his bed, Doddie got his things ready for the meadow. He happily skipped down to the brook, laid down in the grass as he always did, and closed his eyes ready for another nap. He wanted the very best kind of inspiration for his music on this day for he was determined to get better presents the next morning. Doddie closed his eyes and quickly nodded off to sleep. But only after a short time, he heard a sound rustling in the woods. Doddie sat up in the grass.

Hello? he started. Hello there? Doddie heard the chips of birds in the trees nearby and shrugged his shoulders. He laid back down and closed his eyes again. He heard it again. It was the same noise but this time it was closer. Hello? Doddie said becoming a little nervous. He sat up and looked around. As soon as he did, he saw the tall grass across the way beginning to move. Hello there? Doddie said starting to stand up with his eyebrows rising a bit. He still couldnt see what it was. Doddie tiptoed closer and closer to the moving grass. His left hand started shaking a little. And then he heard a voice that sounded old and worn out. Hello, Doddie the voice began. Hello there, Doddie said trembling. Who is there? Who are you? As soon as Doddie took anything step, a cute little raccoon emerged from the grass. He was much shorter than Doddie and had a bright beautiful smile. His mask was dark gray and his fur was a gleaming brown. My name is Mr. Raccoon, the raccoon said in a kind tone. And I know you must be Doddie. Hello there Mr. Raccoon, he said. What are you doing here, and how do you know my name? I come from a very great city of tall buildings and shimmering lights: the city of Latus. That is very nice indeed, said Doddie. I have heard the island of Latus is very nice. What are you doing on Fidola, Mr. Raccoon? Pardon me for interrupting your day but I have been sent on a journey to look for someone who knows how to compose music. I was wondering if you might give me some directions. Im not sure I know where to find the village here on Fidola. Doddie opened his mouth but was interrupted by Mr. Raccoon. You see, Doddie, the city of Latus is in desperate need of a musician. We havent heard beautiful music in years and there are ten thousand raccoons in Latus that long to listen to good music. But, sadly enough, I havent yet met a worthy composer, Doddie, and I don't know how to make good music myself. The inhabitants sent me to go find the greatest musicians in all of the islands and said they would pay handsomely for it. Why you certainly have come to the right spot, Doddie said puffing out his chest. I would love to play my music on your great island. The raccoon stepped back and looked Doddie up and down.

Youa composer? Surely not, Warbel! I am only here to speak with the villagers today. Do you even know what music is? Doddie smiled and stepped toward him a bit. I know how to compose and my music is tremendous, Mr. Raccoon. The entire island of Fidola loves my work. Well that's nice, Doddie. Im glad to hear that, but you are one Warbel and a very young one at that. To be popular on a small island is certainly not the same as being well known in a big city. The raccoon started walking away and Doddie ran up to him and turned him around. Please, Mr. Raccoon, give me a chance. I would love to write a song for you. I would love to be the musician for the raccoons in the big city of Latus. You see, the inhabitants of Fidola want to make me Mayor. I am so well-loved for my music; they wouldnt know what to do without me. I dont know, said Mr. Raccoon. With ten thousand inhabitants there is much to do and much music to write. They sent me to find someone who can make music that completely satisfies them. You must know, Doddie, its only the best kind of composer Im looking for. Doddie was about to say something but the raccoon continued looking toward the sky, It is a great occupation indeed. The benefits are tremendous, Doddie. We are willing to pay many nice gifts every night for the musician I find. We have boats, cycles, rockets, and car coasters. We have bright green play sets and tall dollhouses and tables of candy for our master of music to enjoy. You see, Doddie, these are some of the many gifts the city is willing to give in return for a composer to write a great opus for them each day. Doddie got down on his knees and begged the raccoon, Oh, how I would love to do this for you and the raccoons in Latus. They will love me and you will find that I am a most exceptional musician. The raccoon stopped and looked at Doddie once more. He shrugged his shoulders. Well, what are you waiting for? I dont have all day to be here. Play a song for me. Doddie shouted, Yippee! He told the raccoon to wait and he instantly ran as fast as he could on the path to his hut. Once at his hut, he grabbed all of his music parchments and piled all of the papers and scrolls into his arms, grabbed his knapsack and some dessert pies, and ran out the door to return to the meadow. Doddie ran fast and wasnt particularly paying attention to anything around him. All of the sudden he heard someone shout, Hello there, Doddie! Doddie turned around. It was Fehr. Oh, hello there, Fehr. How are you? Im so sorry to be running. Im just in quite a hurry. Where are you going? Fehr asked. I was coming to bring you an early-afternoon snack to help you write your story. I am going to the meadow to write today instead, Doddie said quickly as he started to turn toward the meadow again.

Then why have you packed your knapsack and why are you bringing so much of your music? Fehr asked. Never mind that for you, Doddie said. Im only bringing them for more inspiration. Well, Im so sorry to interrupt you, Doddie. I supposed you would be writing another of your grand opuses in your hut right about now, she said with a wink. I see youve packed your new golden bow. Did you happen to see the note attached? she asked smiling. Indeed I did, Doddie said. But today especially I havent the time to talk and I havent been able to focus too well so Im bringing my music outside today for more inspiration. Well then here, Doddie. Take this basket of fruit and nuts I made for you. It is such a wonderful offer, Fehr, but Im afraid Ive lost so much time today with my music and I havent any way to carry it myself. If I am to make this music as good as Ive promised I must spend the rest of the day working on it along. Perhaps someday soon we can eat your fruit and nuts together. Perhaps so, Fehr said as she half-smiled and began to walk away. Goodbye, Fehr! Doddie said as his thoughts drifted off to the raccoon waiting. She only turned and waived without saying a word and down the path she went. Ill see you tonight, Doddie said just before she disappeared. He smiled and then turned away from her. On the way back down to the meadow Doddie whistled in an elation of joy. He skipped and hummed along with the birds and soon arrived where he had left the raccoon. He didnt see the raccoon at first and looked around and finally noticed him with a bright red fishing pole over by the river. Hello, there Raccoon! Doddie shouted from afar as he ran toward the river. The raccoon didnt turn around. Doddie arrived at the shoreline and started again, I see you brought your fishing pole. I did indeed, Mr. Raccoon said still facing away from Doddie. I brought my music, Doddie exclaimed. The raccoon smiled before turning around to face Doddie. Well, then, let me hear them. The raccoon set the pole into the sand on the shore and made his way back up to the soft green grass where Doddie was thumbing through his music to find one of his very favorite stories. When the Raccoon sat down in the grass, Doddie stood up, grabbed violin, and began to play. On and on he played and quite often he would look up to see the raccoon smiling and very amused. Assured, Doddie continued playing on through the afternoon. Soon, he was finished and the raccoon begged for more. Doddie play one more song after another and the raccoon laughed and cried and clapped and said all the praise that Doddie had heard many times before. You are truly wonderful, said the raccoon. Doddie, you are the one I had set out to find. You are truly one of the greatest musicians Ive ever heard! I think that you should go to my city and to play for

the raccoons there. They are anxiously waiting for my return and I know they will be thrilled with you. How soon can you come? Doddie smiled widely and responded joyously, I can come this very afternoon, Mr. Raccoon! I already have my things and there is no time to lose. Oh, how I cant wait to see the city of Latus, to read to the ten thousand, and receive their gifts! The raccoon smiled. Then we should be off at once! And just like that, they were off down the path to Latus. What a joyous day! What a liberating feeling to think of all of the thousands of raccoons that would hear his music! Doddie and the raccoon walked and skipped and ran and walked again down the path, over the river, across the plain, and toward the shoreline. Doddie never once looked back.

III

A Warm Reception
Doddie and the raccoon had a most glorious afternoon skipping merrily in the sun on their walk to the shore of the East side of the island of Fidola. Soon they came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Doddie slowed down. Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Raccoon. We cant go in there. Warbels arent allowed in the Forbidden Forest. Awww, Doddie. Its nothing, the raccoon deftly replied. Youre safe with me. Nothings going to happen to you in there. How are you sure, Mr. Raccoon? How can you be sure Ill be alright? Well, all I can say is I walked through the Forest to get to you and Im sure I can make it back to my boat without any problems either. You need to stop worrying so much, Doddie. All will be well for you now that you are with me. Doddie cautiously followed and the raccoon moved quickly through the forest. On for several more steps they plodded through the brush and the stumps. Soon the raccoon reached out his hand and pulled back some leaves. There behind several cattails was a well-formed rowboat with two bright blue pillows, one oar, and a golden bowl of red strawberries inside. Oh, My! Doddie started. This looks simply delightful! The raccoon smiled. Soon they were on their way into open sea. The waves of the tide crashed into the side of the vessel and with each crash, huge torrents of mist glided into Doddies face. Doddie stood at the edge of the boat with his arms raised high in the air and with a bright smile he yelled, Hurray! Doddie, would you mind sitting down for a little while? the raccoon asked politely. Doddie obeyed and smiled again while he began to eat the strawberries glistening in the sun. Mr. Raccoon, how long have you lived in Latus? Ive lived in Latus my entire life, the raccoon said as he moved his oar to the other side. Is it as wonderful as you say it is?

Oh, Doddie, it is far more wonderful than I have even described. The walls of the city are made of shimmering stone and the food and the drinks never end. It is a magnificent place. Have the inhabitants never heard beautiful music? Oh, theyve heard many others try to play, but at last they sent me out to find one who was truly worthy for the task. So this is what brought you on the journey to find me? Doddie asked with a smile. It is, except I didn't expect to find you. I was looking to go as far as needed to find a musician who was very well-trained. I feel truly lucky to have found you, Doddie, after only one days journey. Doddie smiled, Mr. Raccoon, I feel of course my luck is the same in you finding me, but I wondered if perhaps I might invite my friends to Latus sometime. Of course not right away, but maybe sometime soon? The raccoon winked. Im sure we can arrange that when the time is right, Doddie. The raccoon kept rowing and Doddie smiled as he thought about all the wonderful things awaiting him. Mr. Raccoon? Do you think they'll give me all sorts of presents? If you tell the type of tales you told me today, I think they surely willperhaps many times every day. Doddie smiled and the raccoon continued, It is a most joyous place, Doddie. They will give you all sorts of wonderful things for they are very wealthy and very kind. The raccoon and Doddie rode the waves of the ocean until finally, off in the distance, Doddie looked out and saw the beautiful white gates of a huge sparkling city. The city of Latus had a monstrous wall all the way around and glorious blue and red flags draping down the sides of the large light-gray, shiny stones. As they approached the dock, loud out-of-tune trumpets blared and shrieking tubas roared and soon a large wooden gate opened from the top to the bottom over a crystal clear moat filled with swans and geese. Doddie disembarked quickly and walked proudly with Mr. Raccoon toward the gate as cheers and streamers began filling the air. From every corner all sorts of wonderful confetti burst into the sky in all sorts of magical colors and sparkles. As the door continued to open, Doddie could see thousands of raccoons jumping and cheering for Doddie. Mr. Raccoon has brought us a new musician! they all cheered from all directions. Doddie looked behind him to see the crowd pressing in and suddenly six royal guards dressed in black grabbed and carried him to the town square through the throng of raccoons shouting praises and singing loud merry songs of great joy. Doddie must have brushed off hundreds of pieces of confetti from his head and shoulders. It was a most lovely welcome. Soon, the guards stopped in a plaza where they put him on top of a wonderful golden podium that was at least three Warbels high. Doddie stood while the raccoons flooded the plaza which brought great

noise with everyone excited for what was next. The raccoon made his way through the mob and rose to the platform next to Doddie. He then spoke as loud as he could, Today is a most glorious day, everyone! The crowd cheered in excitement. The raccoon continued, I have found a musician who is the greatest musician in all of the land! I now present to you, Doddie, the Warbel from Fidola! At this, everyone cheered and sounded their horns and symbols and, at once, fireworks and candies all sprayed into the air. It was a most amazing sight and the roar of the crowd made Doddies ears ring. Doddie handed his bundle of music to the raccoon and selected one of his favorite songs to play for the crowd. When the crowd had quieted a little more, Doddie opened his parchment, placed it on the golden music stand, drew out his new golden bow, and began to play a most mysterious tune with his violin. He instantly had the attention of all of the raccoons. It was not too uncommon for Doddie to look around and see little babies and mothers and fathers with their mouths open in wonder listening to each and every beautiful note as it echoed against the ornate walls of the plaza. Doddie then moved into the middle part of the song where he introduced a new chord and soon he saw everyone cringing and worrying and wringing their hands. On for nearly an hour he continued enrapturing all who were in the plaza. Not a child was crying, not a cough was heard. And then, as Doddie had so perfectly planned, he finally arrived at the end of the song and resolved it so masterfully well. He slowly and deliberately played the last notes, set down his violin and bow, pulled down his glasses as he always did, and smiled. The crowd stared at him in silence and awe. And then, the entire plaza burst into a loud and resounding applause. Hurray, for Doddie! they chanted. Hurray! What a wonderful composition! All of the raccoons burst into laughter and tears of joy and saxophones and tubas and minstrels began to play and even more confetti than ever flew into the air. Everyone pulled out goblets and soon big drinks were poured as they hoisted Doddie up in the air. It was truly a grand affair and Doddie was awash in how amazing this all was. With a great big smile and a smirk on his face he made his way around the plaza shaking everyone's hand. Thousands upon thousands of raccoons sung songs and lifted countless goblets of cherry juice. Finally, Doddie turned around and saw Mr. Raccoon who stood clapping very slowly and smiling. Doddie walked over to the raccoon, Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity, Mr. Raccoon. How gracious I am to you and how grateful I am that you thought of me for this occupation. The raccoon continued clapping and he said, Doddie it was my pleasure. It was indeed my pleasure. Mr. Raccoons smile widened even more. Doddie turned around again and he gladly shook more hands of the excited raccoons of Latus. The crowd soon quickly moved toward and opening and Doddie and the raccoon followed them in haste. The raccoon pointed his hand toward a large door, Doddie, it is now time to move into the great hall where they will give you your presents. Doddie smiled and walked briskly with Mr. Raccoon to the great hall where the entire town was waiting. There were chandeliers aglow all around and beautiful stained glass windows reflecting every kind of color into the room. The entire crowd was seated on the

outer walls and in the middle of the room was a pile of what looked to be hundreds of presents. There were bright pastel tags and sparkles all over huge packages and parcels with giant colorful bows. Doddie ran to the first present and spent the rest of the night ripping paper everywhere. He opened things like armor and swords and ships and dolls and red race carriages and lollipop makers and all of the best presents anyone had ever seen. Soon the crowd left bit by bit, but Doddie didnt even notice. After a while, Mr. Raccoon leaned in to whisper to Doddie smiling, With such great presents, how is one to spend enough time playing with them all? Remember Doddie, this is only one day's worth. Tomorrow after you play your music, we will be glad to give you even better presents. Indeed! Doddie said excited as he rubbed his hands together before opening another present. Mr. Raccoon, if I do a good job and I receive enough presents, is there a way perhaps that I can invite my dear friends from Fidola to come and see me here? I would love them to see how famous Ive become. Indeed it is possible, the raccoon quickly interrupted. Although it would be prudent to be sure your music is sufficient for quite some time before we let anyone else know youre here. That will be fine. It would be lovely for Fehr to see how much this great city loves my music. The raccoon watched Doddie open the last present and then took Doddie down an ornate hallway through several golden doorways to a very beautiful door that was covered in golden sparkles. Doddie, this is your new house, the raccoon said as he gestured for Doddie to open it. In excitement, Doddie reached for the handle and found the door was locked. Mr. Raccoon, it is locked! The raccoon reached behind him and gave Doddie a beautiful red key. This is the key to your palace, Doddie. Welcome to Latus! Doddie held the key excited and then tried it in the lock below the handle. With a quick turn the door was opened and Doddie screamed in delight. There in front of him was the most luscious spread of huckleberry bread and plenty of pie for a month on a beautiful white table. He had a brand new bed with white sheets spilling over the side and there were fine furnishings all around. The house is beautiful, Mr. Raccoon, but do you not think it strange there are no windows or fireplace or even a desk for me to write my music? I must have a desk if I am to make any more of my great compositions, Doddie finished puffing out his chest. I do think its very strange, Doddie, the raccoon agreed. We will surely look into it. I will do anything to make you comfortable, Doddie. Well, good, Doddie said with a smirk. And see to it that a nice breakfast is made for me in the morning. I surely will, the raccoon bowed. Have a wonderful nights sleep, Doddie.

I will, Mr. Raccoon. Doddie turned to go into his house, stopped quickly, and turned around. Mr. Raccoon? Yes, Doddie? Thank you for bringing me here. The raccoon smiled and nodded, Oh you are most certainly welcome, Doddie. Oh, Mr. Raccoon, I almost forgot. Yes? Where is the closest brook and the closest meadow for me to get my inspiration for a new song? I will need to go there in the morning first thing! Mr. Raccoon smiled. That will be another item well have to take care of in the morning, Doddie. Good night for now. Doddie smiled, Good night, Mr. Raccoon and thank you. The raccoon bowed and smiled. It will always be my pleasure, young Warbel. The door shut and Doddie locked it quickly. He looked around and dipped his finger in one of the apple cobbler pies. After a few more bites and some happy sighs, he made his way over to the only lamp in the corner and blew the light out. Doddie felt his way to his new bed in the darkness, laid down on the fluffy down comforter, smiled proudly, and thought about all the wonderful things he had done in only one day. He thought of all his new friends in Latus without one thought given to the Warbels back in Fidola.

IV The Dungeon
Doddie awoke to loud sounds of laughter. He took his hands and rubbed his eyes a bit, felt around the room, and quickly remembered where he was. The floor was dreadfully cold. He smacked his lips in a dreamy state and felt against the edges of the walls for the door. Doddie felt around a little longer and then started calling out for his friend. Mr. Raccoon, are you there? Hello, Mr. Raccoon? There was no sound. Then after a few seconds of waiting he heard the muffled laughter again. Doddie then began to hear great cheers through the wall. Mr. Raccoon? Hello? Doddie started pacing back and forth and pounding against the wall. Mr. Raccoon, are you there? Doddie pounded on the walls furiously. The floor was frozen and he could only hear his voice echo within the room. He again heard the laughter and cheering. Doddie pounded and cried out, Well how now, Mr. Raccoon? I'm stuck in here! Somebody come and help me! Somebody come in and get me! Doddie began to pound and scream as loud as he could. Hello? Anyone at all? Just then, he heard loud footsteps coming toward a corner of the room and soon the door opened and Doddie squinted from the burst of light and a large outline of a figure spoke with a very gruff voice, Come here now, little Warbel. Doddie obeyed still trying to see who it was. He noticed a horrible smell but before he could plug his nose, the figure grabbed his arms and covered his head with a bag. Immediately, Doddie was taken down several stairs. Where are you taking me? What is going on? Doddie shouted in fear. Never mind, said the beastly voice. You are to be taken to the gutters. You are ours now. Doddie heard the laughter and the cheers getting louder and louder and soon his nose smelled an even more horrible stench. Doddie heard more steps echo and finally his blindfold was removed. As his eyes adjusted, he saw fiery lamps and terrible looking beasts all around. They were much taller than him and had scowls on their faces that looked much like angry baboons. Along their back were sharp spikes and in their hands were swords and pikes. Doddie rubbed his eyes again and recognized the voice of somebody talking. It was the voice of Mr. Raccoon! Doddie could see Mr. Raccoon in the middle of the crowd next a big bonfire. He was sitting atop a very large chair with his hands holding a parchment which he softly set on a black music stand. Soon Doddie watched in horror as the raccoon took Doddies violin and new golden bow and began to play. Doddies mouth opened up wide. Why is Mr. Raccoon playing my music, he whispered to himself. The raccoon then screeched and groaned the bow in a most terrible way and Doddie was forced to cover his ears. Everybody cheered and laughed and Doddie all of a sudden became quite enraged. He pushed through the crowd toward the raccoon and shouted at the top of his lungs, Mr. Raccoon why are you playing my music! I would ask that you please dont play my music like that! I would like my music back now, thank you.

The crowd turned toward Doddie and the raccoon stopped playing. Instantly, all the swords and pikes in the room were pointed at Doddie. The room was silent. Doddie gulped, held up his hands, and said softly, This is my music, everyone. He turned around slowly trying to look at each of the evil beasts in the eye. Then, they all started laughing and shouting at Doddie, Boo! Go away, you lousy Warbel! Youre a lousy, lousy Warbel! Then, in the midst of the raucous, the raccoon held his hands high in the air and spoke, I'm so sorry everyone. I think there must be a great misunderstanding. The raccoon then bent down and whispered to Doddie, What do you mean that Im playing your music. You know very well that you gave your music to me. I didnt give my music to you, Doddie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear. I let you hold my music in the plaza because I thought you wanted me to play for everyone last night! Doddie turned toward the crowd and continued, Mr. Raccoon stole my music! At this, all the beasts laughed and pointed their fingers at Doddie. The raccoon answered loudly, I don't know what you're talking about, Doddie. Are you are trying to claim this music as your own, little Warbel? Doddie started to speak again but the raccoon interrupted, Please, Doddie, let me continue. Everyone, I believe our dear Warbel is a bit sleepy tonight. Hes terribly confused and I must apologize for his interruptions. Doddie spoke again with tears forming in his eyes, Mr. Raccoon has my music, everyone. I was going to play this for the raccoons of Latus tomorrow and Mr. Raccoon stole them from me! You have to believe me. Please, believe me! All of the other beasts quieted and stared at Doddie in silence as he sniffed a few more times. Doddie slowly looked up at the crowd just in time to see them start into a roar of laughter again. Doddie cried rivers of tears, Oh, please everybody, please. You must believe me. These are songs and compositions I worked so long to make and they are the expression of my heart. Mr. Raccoon didnt work on them at all! He stole my music and has everything Ive ever written! The crowd then started to throw old drinks and squashes and carrots at Doddie and then, all of the sudden, a bell sounded and everyone in the room stood to attention. Some steps were heard behind Doddie and he turned to see a figure, dressed in black, bring a bright purple garment to the raccoon. The garment was placed on the raccoons shoulders and everyone but Doddie knelt down toward the raccoon. Doddie scrunched his eyebrows. Who are you, Mr. Raccoon? Doddie asked confused when the raccoon adjusted what looked to be a cape. The raccoon smiled and said with a smirk, Doddie, how do you do? I am the Mayor of Latus.

All of the beasts laughed as the raccoon curtseyed mockingly toward Doddie. The raccoons voice became old and crackly. Welcome to the gutters of Latus, Doddie. I trust your stay has been pleasant so far? The beasts snickered and moved close to Doddie and the mayor continued, We are truly grateful you have come to keep us company here. Doddie trembled and looked around before seeing the raccoon come to within inches of Doddies face. Doddie, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Im going to show you to a new room tonight. The crowd again laughed and sneered at him and Doddie took a step back and began to sob (not little small tears, but large bucket tears--the kind of tears that you only cry when you're truly and utterly embarrassed and mad). And as Doddie cried those thick, wet tears the crowd only continued to laugh and make fun of him even more. At last, the raccoon shouted, Doddie, you will never see the city of Latus or your palace or any gifts ever again. Doddie opened his mouth in disbelief as he looked around. He wiped away more tears, Mr. Raccoon, I want to go home. I want to go back to Fidola now, please. The raccoon leaned in and whispered again into Doddies ear, Doddie, I'm so sorry. I can't take you home. Doddie shouted back, Why not! Why cant you take me home? Because, Doddie, you chose to come here. So what are you going to do with me? I cannot stay here. Oh, yes, you can, Doddie. You have to. You see, youre mine now. The crowd continued to jeer and yell at Doddie to leave and the raccoon reached up his hands and slowly took Doddie's glasses off. Can you see anything right now, Doddie? I see nothing but terrible blurs, Mr. Raccoon. I cannot see anything in front of me. The raccoon then smiled and slowly set them on the ground. He took his right foot high in the air. Do you want me to smash these, Doddie? No! Please dont! Doddie cried. The raccoon looked out the crowd and they all chanted to the raccoons cue, Smash them! Smash them! Smash them! The raccoon looked back at Doddie and smiled. The raccoon then stomped his

foot and the glasses were smashed into a million bits. At this, the entire crowd cheered and laughed as Mr. Raccoon proceeded to take Doddies violin high in the air. No! Doddie cried. But the raccoon smashed it to bits on the ground and the cheers continued from the crowd. The raccoon stepped close to whisper, Doddie, there will be no more use for your glasses or your violin, Doddie. You must listen to me carefully if you know whats best for you. You are to remain here in Latus as our prisoner in the dungeon. Do you understand? But, why, Mr. Raccoon? Why do you want to put me in the dungeon? We know very well Doddie that your music will bring us much treasure from faraway lands. People will come from near and far to visit our great city. As the Mayor I thought it best it should be me who received the praise for this music instead of you. I am sorry to a degree, Doddie. It is a shame you wont get any more presents. I wont go to the dungeon, you very mean raccoon! I will never go there! The raccoon smiled and turned away from Doddie for a moment before turning back, Oh, Doddie, it is useless to fight me, the raccoon smirked. If you dont obey me, I will simply give you over to the Mongrels. The Mongrels? Who are the Mongrels? Doddie said as his eyes widened. Oh, Doddie. You dont know the Mongrels? the raccoon said in a most frightening way with his eyebrows raised. The Mongrels are the terrible beasts of the forest and to fall into their hands means only a life of misery and pain. Look around the room, Doddie. You are in the presence of Mongrels this very moment. Doddie looked around and saw all of the beasts smiling with eyes wide open as they licked their chops. Doddie cried even more than before. What about all of the raccoons that heard my music? Surely they will miss me? All I will tell them is that you ran away, Doddie, and you did not appreciate their presents. They wont ever know any different. No, Mr. Raccoon! I wont do it! I wont stay here with you! Oh, yes you will, Doddie. The Mongrels will take you now, Doddie. It is time for you to go back to bed. Doddie then lunged for the raccoon but missed. A mongrel grabbed Doddie from behind and again a bag was put over his head. Two hands drug Doddie down another corridor that echoed loudly. Help! Help me! Doddie shouted. Doddies feet drug on the sharp rocks on the floor of the gutter. As they continued, Doddie could hear the sounds of rushing water and at last they stopped. Doddie heard the creak of a metal door and there was more shoving until his blinder was removed. Then, the beasts

pushed Doddie so terribly hard. His arms crashed against the wall on the other side of a huge water pipe. Doddie cried out in pain but only seconds before his body fell into a mighty torrent of water. Down the pipe Doddie went in a mad rush and as he tried to swim his arms gave way to terrible pain. It was terribly dark and the water became colder and colder until at last Doddie spilled out from the top of a cliff. There was a wretched rain storm with thunder and lightning all around and Doddie saw to his horror the vast sea below with waves as high as buildings. Doddie crashed into the ocean and tried his best to swim but the waves were too great and the water too cool. Doddie slowly sank beneath the storm.