Elk Vase in TBAY! The _DoH Si DoH

[M.Clifford]

No: HPFGUIDX 120615


The sunrise over the calm blue horizon was still casting a rose-
coloured haze in the sky as Val gently lifted her cast-net from the 
water. Ships rafts and boats alike were moored along the banks, the 
occupants silent, resting peacefully rocked by the gentle ebb of the 
tidings.

The few scattered fishers like Val, stood along the beach quietly 
reeling in their catch. Such a peaceful day had not been in TBAY for 
an age, she thought, everything was so glorious today, the brilliant 
royal sunrise, the Jo-stling wisp that had flitted across the 
horizon trailing an aura of sparkle against the sky, the waves from 
the great sea like proud white horses galloping in and right up to 
the shore to touch the sand, good numbers had come up on the 
divining abacus in the Missouri Very Meaningful Post news, what more 
could possibly go right.

The catch was good. Hundreds of eyes stared back at her as Val 
examined the net, most of it would have to go back, she figured, but 
there was plenty for a good breakfast. Satisfied she poured the 
contents of the net into her bucket. First she would reduce the many 
eyes down to a manageble load then, Val decided, pick some fruit to 
squeeze for juice to go with it, was there fruit in the bay?....  
what is that?.... her sifting and emptying of the bucket had 
revealed a small vase, A precious vase! here in TBAY? well well now 
that's interesting...... 

Val peered in, there was something in there that looked like gold!, 
but then, perhaps it wasn't, she was not exclusively confidant it 
*was* treasure but nonetheless it was compelling, visually 
spectacular, rumours had spoken well of the source of these vases, 
and the numbers...... the numbers this morning where a positive 
omen, weren't they.
 
Hesitant to put too much stock in her arithmancy skills Val pondered 
awhile. Her chosen trade in TBAY was painted shells, decorative 
flourish, custom made for various sea-vessels and stores, but 
business had been slow and her most popular item, the 
brave and the squawkers, captured barely an interest anymore. And 
now, here was this new inspiration, a gamble perhaps an end to the 
frugal living she had been making hauling in small catches on the 
beach, or maybe just enough to sink the struggling artist for good. 

Val looked from the vase to the numerous eyes waiting patiently in 
the bucket, and back again.  "It's a dance!" ..... she tossed the 
entire contents of the bucket into the 
water....................... "The DOH Si DOH."

Flopping back on the sand and ignoring her rumbling tummy Val was 
possessed of a greater passion. She picked up her shell and began to 
paint.....

The Destiny Of Harry Stoically Intertwined with Destiny Of Hogwarts..

Lets Dance!


Valky