On Hallow's End and Winter Veil, I do storytimes in tradechat, each year. If you missed storytime for Hallow's End this year, I've included it below so that you can cuddle up with a nice hot cup of melted candy-korn, and have a read. Here is the script of my story from tonight:
Now for our Featured Story: NIGHT-MARE ON HELM STREET
May was walking along, humming along, to a tune in her head ⌠on the night of the dead. But she had been happy, since rolling out of bed! For tonight, she would don a wedding veil on her head! For regardless of Headless Horseman strife,
âŚMay would tonight marry Tommy, love of her life. Similarly to May, across the way, whistled Tommy.. as he stacked bales of hay. [you can almost hear a Muleâs bray!] Anyway, ⌠Greer is spelled with two eâs, but Tommy often spelled âGrearâ with an âAâ.
Tommy was a wicked strong lad. Let me tell you how awesome Tommy was: at last yearâs Headless Horseman invasion, Tommy and his cuz, (cousin) Greer, put out the village fires (like a dozen), and then killed the horseman ghost. All of a sudden!
Of course back when that went down, this old lady in town, looked at them with a frown. (Note they were dressed as firemen, as they stopped Goldshire from burning downâŚ) And she said âwhat interesting costumes, boys!â and filled their fire helmets with candy, and toys.
Well after that, it was clear, that as Hallowâs End time drew near, Tommy and cousin Greer decided something about their fire-fighting gear. âWhy settle for a mere⌠â *sigh* âtwo helms of candy here, when we fight the fires, and allay townspeopleâs fears?â
Tommy answered Greer with a sneer: âWhat are you saying?â as Tommy finished his beer. âI donât have time to bother with this.. Iâm marrying May! âŚâ ⌠âyou know.. my dear?â
âOh yeah, I remember about May. But dude, Iâm a little miffed.. Hallowâs End is OUR day. I canât help but wonder if our friendship is beginning to fade?â
Tommy smiled back at his cousin Greer with reassurance. âLook, cuz, our friendship has endurance! ⌠what is your plan for this yearâs Hallowâs End occurrence?â
Greer squinted his eyes, like they were hatching a plan. As if two savage, shrewd little eggs, would slide from the eyes of that little man. âCheck out whatâs in this sack, Tommy.. the sack in my hand!â And as Tommy looked at the sack in Greerâs hand, immediately he knew..
He knew he was a fan. For in Greerâs sack, the sack in Greerâs hand, was a stack of sack stuff, the stuff for a plan! The lady who gave them candy last year, while their helmets were in hand, would surely fill more helms, if more helms were to be had.
So Greer had a dozen helms, for tonightâs little feat: they would put them in Goldshire, all over the street. And the woman who mistakenly thought they were costumed, would fill those helms with candy. Such candy to eat.
Then Tommy figured, after the Hallowâs end haul, heâd head off to the wedding, and get married without stall. No problem at all. ⌠but of course, thatâs always a jinx. Just as sure as thereâs Winter, Spring summer, and fall.
Nevertheless, Tommy and cousin Greer readied themselves, with both wedding and fire-fighting gear. First they would put out fires, and spread Halloween cheer. Then they would collect candy, from the old lady, weird. Then Tommy would marry May.. his eternal deer.
But something went wrong. Very wrong, here. So back into this story, young May must appear.
You see, May.. getting ready, she was a sight to behold. Like a Disney movie, surrounded by animals, she tried her gown in the sheep fold. Her decorator had made all the necessary arrangements, she was told. Unfortunately, that included getting candles.. from the Kobold.
YOU NO TAKE CANDLE, came a shriek, from outside the barn door. May knew the Koboldâs voice- so she hit the floor. The Kobold could smell her, so he let out a roar: âYOU NO TAKE MY CANDLE, YOU LITTLE ..â
So whatâs more, âŚ
May was walking along, humming along, to a tune in her head ⌠on the night of the dead. But she had been happy, since rolling out of bed! For tonight, she would don a wedding veil on her head! For regardless of Headless Horseman strife,
âŚMay would tonight marry Tommy, love of her life. Similarly to May, across the way, whistled Tommy.. as he stacked bales of hay. [you can almost hear a Muleâs bray!] Anyway, ⌠Greer is spelled with two eâs, but Tommy often spelled âGrearâ with an âAâ.
Tommy was a wicked strong lad. Let me tell you how awesome Tommy was: at last yearâs Headless Horseman invasion, Tommy and his cuz, (cousin) Greer, put out the village fires (like a dozen), and then killed the horseman ghost. All of a sudden!
Of course back when that went down, this old lady in town, looked at them with a frown. (Note they were dressed as firemen, as they stopped Goldshire from burning downâŚ) And she said âwhat interesting costumes, boys!â and filled their fire helmets with candy, and toys.
Well after that, it was clear, that as Hallowâs End time drew near, Tommy and cousin Greer decided something about their fire-fighting gear. âWhy settle for a mere⌠â *sigh* âtwo helms of candy here, when we fight the fires, and allay townspeopleâs fears?â
Tommy answered Greer with a sneer: âWhat are you saying?â as Tommy finished his beer. âI donât have time to bother with this.. Iâm marrying May! âŚâ ⌠âyou know.. my dear?â
âOh yeah, I remember about May. But dude, Iâm a little miffed.. Hallowâs End is OUR day. I canât help but wonder if our friendship is beginning to fade?â
Tommy smiled back at his cousin Greer with reassurance. âLook, cuz, our friendship has endurance! ⌠what is your plan for this yearâs Hallowâs End occurrence?â
Greer squinted his eyes, like they were hatching a plan. As if two savage, shrewd little eggs, would slide from the eyes of that little man. âCheck out whatâs in this sack, Tommy.. the sack in my hand!â And as Tommy looked at the sack in Greerâs hand, immediately he knew..
He knew he was a fan. For in Greerâs sack, the sack in Greerâs hand, was a stack of sack stuff, the stuff for a plan! The lady who gave them candy last year, while their helmets were in hand, would surely fill more helms, if more helms were to be had.
So Greer had a dozen helms, for tonightâs little feat: they would put them in Goldshire, all over the street. And the woman who mistakenly thought they were costumed, would fill those helms with candy. Such candy to eat.
Then Tommy figured, after the Hallowâs end haul, heâd head off to the wedding, and get married without stall. No problem at all. ⌠but of course, thatâs always a jinx. Just as sure as thereâs Winter, Spring summer, and fall.
Nevertheless, Tommy and cousin Greer readied themselves, with both wedding and fire-fighting gear. First they would put out fires, and spread Halloween cheer. Then they would collect candy, from the old lady, weird. Then Tommy would marry May.. his eternal deer.
But something went wrong. Very wrong, here. So back into this story, young May must appear.
You see, May.. getting ready, she was a sight to behold. Like a Disney movie, surrounded by animals, she tried her gown in the sheep fold. Her decorator had made all the necessary arrangements, she was told. Unfortunately, that included getting candles.. from the Kobold.
YOU NO TAKE CANDLE, came a shriek, from outside the barn door. May knew the Koboldâs voice- so she hit the floor. The Kobold could smell her, so he let out a roar: âYOU NO TAKE MY CANDLE, YOU LITTLE ..â
So whatâs more, âŚ
Well. Poor little May laid mangled on the floor. From her dead little body, the blood started to pour. And Tommy, in Goldshire, would have been out of his gourd, had he known he could have been there, to save her. (with his sword.)
Mayâs family came upon the barn a little later. No sign of May, and a wedding to cater! That brutal mean Kobold had put May in a trunk, as dead as he had made her. And hid the trunk, hoping that time would go on to decay her.
Time passed on that night, and the fires did come. Ignorant of Mayâs death, Tommy and Greer got candy and then some. They threw all the water, and townspeople thanked them. Their fireman uniforms were so good- nobody outranked âem.
Then came time for a midnight wedding. Tommy was late, so he ran. He started sweating. The streets of Goldshire were lined with the helms they had left- and filled with candy those helms had a crapload of heft. Slower than usual, he was.. when he left.
But he didnât get far, our time management failure Tommy- before he heard voices in the distance.. it was his Mommy. She and some others, from both families, were crying Mayâs name- sounding ill at ease.
âWhereâs May,â asked the parents as they looked wildly around, âSheâs not with you? Sheâs nowhere to be found!â
Tommy knelt to put down the sack from his back, ⌠you know, the sack with the snacks from the helms a few paragraphs back. He put his sack snack pack down right there, and he said âwell why are you giving ME all the flack? Iâm a hero tonight!... JACK!â
Mayâs fatherâs face was sober and white like tombstone. His eyes were so long, off of which the moon shone, as he wiped away a tear and let out a groan: âdid you go to win candy, leaving our little May ALONE?â
Tommy explained his yearly tradition, the old lady who had thought he and his fire-fighting cousin didnât hold firefighter positions, and that this ritual had begun since before the wedding proposition. He even clarified that it was a difficult decision.
âSo you line the streets of Goldshire with helms for the candy, so the lady will think that you both are quite dandy, but that there are more of you this year than last? Youâre so randy- but WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?â Mayâs father said, quite ranty.
Mayâs family came upon the barn a little later. No sign of May, and a wedding to cater! That brutal mean Kobold had put May in a trunk, as dead as he had made her. And hid the trunk, hoping that time would go on to decay her.
Time passed on that night, and the fires did come. Ignorant of Mayâs death, Tommy and Greer got candy and then some. They threw all the water, and townspeople thanked them. Their fireman uniforms were so good- nobody outranked âem.
Then came time for a midnight wedding. Tommy was late, so he ran. He started sweating. The streets of Goldshire were lined with the helms they had left- and filled with candy those helms had a crapload of heft. Slower than usual, he was.. when he left.
But he didnât get far, our time management failure Tommy- before he heard voices in the distance.. it was his Mommy. She and some others, from both families, were crying Mayâs name- sounding ill at ease.
âWhereâs May,â asked the parents as they looked wildly around, âSheâs not with you? Sheâs nowhere to be found!â
Tommy knelt to put down the sack from his back, ⌠you know, the sack with the snacks from the helms a few paragraphs back. He put his sack snack pack down right there, and he said âwell why are you giving ME all the flack? Iâm a hero tonight!... JACK!â
Mayâs fatherâs face was sober and white like tombstone. His eyes were so long, off of which the moon shone, as he wiped away a tear and let out a groan: âdid you go to win candy, leaving our little May ALONE?â
Tommy explained his yearly tradition, the old lady who had thought he and his fire-fighting cousin didnât hold firefighter positions, and that this ritual had begun since before the wedding proposition. He even clarified that it was a difficult decision.
âSo you line the streets of Goldshire with helms for the candy, so the lady will think that you both are quite dandy, but that there are more of you this year than last? Youâre so randy- but WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?â Mayâs father said, quite ranty.
It was at that moment that a call came from the Maclure farm over yonder- where May had grown up, where she and Tommy Joe Stonefield had grown fonder. The scream was from a stable hand who couldnât be blonder. (but the hair color doesnât matter).
Itâs what was in the stable, or barn you could say- a hastily hidden trunk, partially buried in the hay. Stupid Kobolds are stupid, we luckily can say- so the truck was found already that day. Inside was the bloody remain of someone. But of course .. my storyâs not done.
It turns out in the end, that body had no ring- it was not Tommyâs girl- that is the sting. The Kobold screwed up, like he does everything- he didnât light a candle when he did the murder thing. What actually happened were Stranger Thingsâ˘
No not the Netflix series, you sheep! This is World of Warcraft, you commercialist creep! Oh all right, letâs get back to the story here. The body in the trunk, was none other than GREER!!!
He had actually snuck off, and tried to save young May- he had snuck off in the first place, because jealous.. he thought May was so BAE. Greer wanted one more chance for a roll in the hay, so he ditched cousin Tommy on wedding day.
But when Greer saw the Kobold, he let out a shriek. It was not May who was killed by that freak. She backed into a corner, behind a donkey that reeked- just like when they were kids and they would play hide and seek.
When Greer was assaulted, poor May couldnât help. She fainted instead without even a yelp. Greer took the heat from the angry Kobold. It was Greer in the chest- the family was trolled! Itâs a tragedy of course- and Tommy took blame.
On this, the Stonefields and Maclures did not really think the same. So this was the problem that started the flame, of the Stonefield and Maclure feud, of Elwynn Forest fame.
Now that itâs over, let me tell you this Fall- that the storyâs not over ⌠NOT AT ALL! For Greer lies in a grave in a top-secret place, where the hay grows so high it puts sneezes in your face. His name is misspelled with an A in the Eâs place.
The chest is his coffin, and itâs buried below- and unfortunately they have misspelled his name on his humble headstone. Each Halloween as kids walk through the graveyard at night, they sometimes hear noises, which cause them a fright.
But then they see a guy, empty helm by his side and looking quite grizzled. Heâs chipping away with a hammer and chisel. The kids breathe relief and say with a sigh, âomg you scared us, caretaker guy!â
Greer glances with a wink, and reminds them on the fly: âdonât steal any candy, donât trick gullible old ladies, donât steal your cousinâs woman.. â
ââŚor you could die.â He misses the point, that silly dead guy. BTW, at that very moment, a horse walked by. I guess you could call her a ânight-mareâ (on helm street). (omg, why why why.)
The point of the story- to end my long ramble: whenever you hear chiseling near a grave, remember this advice, which I think you can handle: when planning a wedding, âYOU NO TAKE CANDLE.â
This has been storytime with Docworm.
Tune in to tradechat on December 25 for Storytime with Docworm, Winter Veil edition: "Silent DeathKnight".
Itâs what was in the stable, or barn you could say- a hastily hidden trunk, partially buried in the hay. Stupid Kobolds are stupid, we luckily can say- so the truck was found already that day. Inside was the bloody remain of someone. But of course .. my storyâs not done.
It turns out in the end, that body had no ring- it was not Tommyâs girl- that is the sting. The Kobold screwed up, like he does everything- he didnât light a candle when he did the murder thing. What actually happened were Stranger Thingsâ˘
No not the Netflix series, you sheep! This is World of Warcraft, you commercialist creep! Oh all right, letâs get back to the story here. The body in the trunk, was none other than GREER!!!
He had actually snuck off, and tried to save young May- he had snuck off in the first place, because jealous.. he thought May was so BAE. Greer wanted one more chance for a roll in the hay, so he ditched cousin Tommy on wedding day.
But when Greer saw the Kobold, he let out a shriek. It was not May who was killed by that freak. She backed into a corner, behind a donkey that reeked- just like when they were kids and they would play hide and seek.
When Greer was assaulted, poor May couldnât help. She fainted instead without even a yelp. Greer took the heat from the angry Kobold. It was Greer in the chest- the family was trolled! Itâs a tragedy of course- and Tommy took blame.
On this, the Stonefields and Maclures did not really think the same. So this was the problem that started the flame, of the Stonefield and Maclure feud, of Elwynn Forest fame.
Now that itâs over, let me tell you this Fall- that the storyâs not over ⌠NOT AT ALL! For Greer lies in a grave in a top-secret place, where the hay grows so high it puts sneezes in your face. His name is misspelled with an A in the Eâs place.
The chest is his coffin, and itâs buried below- and unfortunately they have misspelled his name on his humble headstone. Each Halloween as kids walk through the graveyard at night, they sometimes hear noises, which cause them a fright.
But then they see a guy, empty helm by his side and looking quite grizzled. Heâs chipping away with a hammer and chisel. The kids breathe relief and say with a sigh, âomg you scared us, caretaker guy!â
Greer glances with a wink, and reminds them on the fly: âdonât steal any candy, donât trick gullible old ladies, donât steal your cousinâs woman.. â
ââŚor you could die.â He misses the point, that silly dead guy. BTW, at that very moment, a horse walked by. I guess you could call her a ânight-mareâ (on helm street). (omg, why why why.)
The point of the story- to end my long ramble: whenever you hear chiseling near a grave, remember this advice, which I think you can handle: when planning a wedding, âYOU NO TAKE CANDLE.â
This has been storytime with Docworm.
Tune in to tradechat on December 25 for Storytime with Docworm, Winter Veil edition: "Silent DeathKnight".
I plan for story time every year. I missed it last year so I am grateful I could find it here. This year, I was very happy I had the day off. I've asked doc many times to have story time on two different days for his fans that can't get the day off. This year, despite having the day off and knowing the time, I missed it again. I even skipped a raid for it but my dog, who is not a fan of Doc, distracted me. I hope to see the story here soon. Thank you again to our president of Kilrogg.
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This year's story:
Youâve heard already about the horseman and his fire fetish. The nuns being attacked by bats, as well- when âshow them your crossâ meant cussing them to hell.
And of course how the kobolds were murderously mad when their candles were used as wedding decorations by Maybell and Tommy Joe, those fated lovers from Elywnn Forest. You probably recall the âgrave mistakeâ that the man in the hole had made.
If you havenât heard those stories, you missed out- but tonightâs story is worth a shout. Tonightâs story? A âbasic witchâ is what this story is about. Iâm in Stormwindâs trade district, btw, check me out.
WOWâs crazy cat lady is Donni Anthania, do you know that? The lady from Elwynn Forest, with all the cats? Well what you didnât realize until tonight, was that she is a witch! A basic witch, is quite a sight.
Little Anduin, before he was king of the land, was a boy running through the forests, playing in the sand. The little princeâs parents let him run free, and run he did, sometimes missing for a day.. or two .. or three.
On this weird occasion it was Hallowâs End. And Anduin was wearing his costume, just playing pretend. The Stormwind Guard had sent him out to bring a pumpkin pie to Anthania.. Anduin didnât know why, but he was told not to offend.
âDonât dilly or dally, donât eat any soup. Donât use the restroom, to pee or to poop. Just drop off the pie and say your goodbye, and meet us at Goldshire Inn, weâll be sitting on the stoop.â So Anduin did has he was told.
He dropped off the pie and petted a cat. He asked where the old lady had gotten her at. Anthania replied, while staring at a spoon, that she won the cat as a kitten, for composing the best tune.
ââŚbut my piano is gone, and I no longer compose, I just love to feed my cats, and to cook, I suppose.â âŚ. âare you hungry, little Anduin?â You can guess where THIS story goesâŚ
Well Anduin was hungry, and that was a truth! He had hurried right past Thomas the Bakerâs bread booth, when he hurried his way out to Elwynn for this, and his tummy felt grumbly, like his tummy had a tight, clenched fist.
âI could eat,â Anduin smiled, from the side of his face, with his eyes glancing sideways, adding cuteness to the place. For Anthania was attractive to Anduin that day, and to Anduinâs stomach? Food was certainly the way.
âI was planning some soup, so Iâm wondering if you could,â Anthania asked, as she looked for firewood, âgo outside and get sticks and some logs, would be good.â Anduin strolled out the door, to the logs. And thenâŚ
Anduin gazed back through the window, as Anthania was slicing up a hen. But the weirdest thing happened, to the cauldron over the fire- Anthania sang a beautiful song, that was sure to inspire. It was familiar.
Youâve heard already about the horseman and his fire fetish. The nuns being attacked by bats, as well- when âshow them your crossâ meant cussing them to hell.
And of course how the kobolds were murderously mad when their candles were used as wedding decorations by Maybell and Tommy Joe, those fated lovers from Elywnn Forest. You probably recall the âgrave mistakeâ that the man in the hole had made.
If you havenât heard those stories, you missed out- but tonightâs story is worth a shout. Tonightâs story? A âbasic witchâ is what this story is about. Iâm in Stormwindâs trade district, btw, check me out.
WOWâs crazy cat lady is Donni Anthania, do you know that? The lady from Elwynn Forest, with all the cats? Well what you didnât realize until tonight, was that she is a witch! A basic witch, is quite a sight.
Little Anduin, before he was king of the land, was a boy running through the forests, playing in the sand. The little princeâs parents let him run free, and run he did, sometimes missing for a day.. or two .. or three.
On this weird occasion it was Hallowâs End. And Anduin was wearing his costume, just playing pretend. The Stormwind Guard had sent him out to bring a pumpkin pie to Anthania.. Anduin didnât know why, but he was told not to offend.
âDonât dilly or dally, donât eat any soup. Donât use the restroom, to pee or to poop. Just drop off the pie and say your goodbye, and meet us at Goldshire Inn, weâll be sitting on the stoop.â So Anduin did has he was told.
He dropped off the pie and petted a cat. He asked where the old lady had gotten her at. Anthania replied, while staring at a spoon, that she won the cat as a kitten, for composing the best tune.
ââŚbut my piano is gone, and I no longer compose, I just love to feed my cats, and to cook, I suppose.â âŚ. âare you hungry, little Anduin?â You can guess where THIS story goesâŚ
Well Anduin was hungry, and that was a truth! He had hurried right past Thomas the Bakerâs bread booth, when he hurried his way out to Elwynn for this, and his tummy felt grumbly, like his tummy had a tight, clenched fist.
âI could eat,â Anduin smiled, from the side of his face, with his eyes glancing sideways, adding cuteness to the place. For Anthania was attractive to Anduin that day, and to Anduinâs stomach? Food was certainly the way.
âI was planning some soup, so Iâm wondering if you could,â Anthania asked, as she looked for firewood, âgo outside and get sticks and some logs, would be good.â Anduin strolled out the door, to the logs. And thenâŚ
Anduin gazed back through the window, as Anthania was slicing up a hen. But the weirdest thing happened, to the cauldron over the fire- Anthania sang a beautiful song, that was sure to inspire. It was familiar.
Anduin listened to the song, as he looked through the pane, but what he saw next would soon drive him insane: after Anthania finished singing, the fire had flames. She hit the side of the pot three times, with her spoon.
(*clank, clank clank*) went the spoon, and suddenly the pot had filled with hot soup! It had noodles, and chicken, and delicious looking gloop!! Seeing this spectacle took Anduin aback. He leapt two steps backward, dropping the logs in a stack.
Feeling foolish a bit, he picked up the wood, and brought it inside, to show beautiful Anthania that he could. âIâll play it cool right now, and that soup smells delicious. And if I play my cards right, Donni Anthania will kiss us!!â
So Anduin ate until his stomach was full. And they laughed about local folklore, nearly falling off stools. Stories of kobolds and other Goldshire residents. They even discussed the legend of a trade chat president.
At the end of the night, as the evening grew dark, even the Headless Horsemanâs mount had been parked. Anduin had gotten no action, with this attractive older lady, but he was of course a gentleman, and did nothing shady.
âAnduin,â Anthania asked, breaking the silence in two, âI need a favor, and I think that Iâll ask it of you. I must travel tonight, to bring soup to my dear old friend, Pat.. but I need someone to stay here, to watch over the cats.â
Anduin consented to house-sit for her, but she warned him one thing: donât give the soup pot even one stir. âIf you must eat while youâre here, go out looking for berry trees, for the soup is for special occasions like these.â
Anduin promised he wouldnât go into the soup pot, leaving the spoon on its hook, hanging by a leather knot. And on her way out the door, Anduin was reminded she was a musician, as she sang a little song about superstition.
âSoup is only there, for those who share, so whenever we dare, to pull up a chair, the soup doesnât care, except when weâre a pair,âŚâ and her voice trailed off, as she left and Anduin stared. Smitten, Anduin waited.
But after a while, Anduin grew bored, waiting for bae. He even kind of regretted consenting to stay! But he was a boy of honor, so Anthaniaâs request he obeyed. But for one part- to all our dismay: he decided to make soup.
Anduin didnât want to make soup in the old fashioned way. He too felt he had some magic, so he decided to play. He sang that same song he had heard from the witch, and banged on the soup pot, using a spoon as a switch.
(*clank, clank clank*) went the spoon, and suddenly the pot had filled with hot soup! It had noodles, and chicken, and delicious looking gloop!! Seeing this spectacle took Anduin aback. He leapt two steps backward, dropping the logs in a stack.
Feeling foolish a bit, he picked up the wood, and brought it inside, to show beautiful Anthania that he could. âIâll play it cool right now, and that soup smells delicious. And if I play my cards right, Donni Anthania will kiss us!!â
So Anduin ate until his stomach was full. And they laughed about local folklore, nearly falling off stools. Stories of kobolds and other Goldshire residents. They even discussed the legend of a trade chat president.
At the end of the night, as the evening grew dark, even the Headless Horsemanâs mount had been parked. Anduin had gotten no action, with this attractive older lady, but he was of course a gentleman, and did nothing shady.
âAnduin,â Anthania asked, breaking the silence in two, âI need a favor, and I think that Iâll ask it of you. I must travel tonight, to bring soup to my dear old friend, Pat.. but I need someone to stay here, to watch over the cats.â
Anduin consented to house-sit for her, but she warned him one thing: donât give the soup pot even one stir. âIf you must eat while youâre here, go out looking for berry trees, for the soup is for special occasions like these.â
Anduin promised he wouldnât go into the soup pot, leaving the spoon on its hook, hanging by a leather knot. And on her way out the door, Anduin was reminded she was a musician, as she sang a little song about superstition.
âSoup is only there, for those who share, so whenever we dare, to pull up a chair, the soup doesnât care, except when weâre a pair,âŚâ and her voice trailed off, as she left and Anduin stared. Smitten, Anduin waited.
But after a while, Anduin grew bored, waiting for bae. He even kind of regretted consenting to stay! But he was a boy of honor, so Anthaniaâs request he obeyed. But for one part- to all our dismay: he decided to make soup.
Anduin didnât want to make soup in the old fashioned way. He too felt he had some magic, so he decided to play. He sang that same song he had heard from the witch, and banged on the soup pot, using a spoon as a switch.
And wouldnât you know, wouldnât you guess? Do you think the soup pot filled up with magical soup? No? or .. yes?
Well the soup pot WAS full, and he ate a big bowl. In fact, he had to eat more, until his whole tummy had swole. But the pot kept on filling, and noodles like snakes, were crawling toward him, and he began to shake.
Anduin ran down to Goldshire where the guards were asleep. They had been waiting for him to meet them, since leaving the keep. Worried for Anduin, their relief was immediate, but Anduin explained the soup,
And they scolded him: âyou idiot.â
By the time they came back to the cabin, it was filled- with soup hot and steamy. Even when they tried banging the kettle and screaming âSTOP!â the soup smelled delicious, savory, and creamy.
The area filled with liquids so deep- and the cats had all drowned, floating on top as if asleep. âOh my Titans, what in Azeroth have you done,â screeched the melodious voice of Anthania at once.
âI told you not to make soup by yourself, you little dunce!â She went into the soup, as it burnt on her skin, screaming her song, but from outside to in. The steam from the soup obscured most of the vision, but as it turns out,
She drowned in the kitchen.
Anthaniaâs funeral was held in the cemetery nearby. People eulogized her with stories of her songs, said goodbye. Anduin, filled with guilt, just stood there and cried. He waited until everyone had left for the night.
After Anthania was buried, beneath the cold ground, Anduin listened carefully- a tune was around. It seemed kind of familiar- but it wasnât the sound, that Anthania had sung, on her way out of town.
No, this tune was different, like that song but it was backwards. BACKWARDS. The caretaker was nearby, he had been dozing. He woke up to reassure Anduin: âOh, that musical dead lady is just decomposing.â âŚde..composing⌠;-)
Now there is another fact that is likely to inspire: when you head out of Stormwind, down to Goldshire, tap a spoon three times gently on the water cauldron youâre using on the fire- and youâll still smell the soup Anduin greatly admired.
The End. This has been Storytime with Docworm.
Well the soup pot WAS full, and he ate a big bowl. In fact, he had to eat more, until his whole tummy had swole. But the pot kept on filling, and noodles like snakes, were crawling toward him, and he began to shake.
Anduin ran down to Goldshire where the guards were asleep. They had been waiting for him to meet them, since leaving the keep. Worried for Anduin, their relief was immediate, but Anduin explained the soup,
And they scolded him: âyou idiot.â
By the time they came back to the cabin, it was filled- with soup hot and steamy. Even when they tried banging the kettle and screaming âSTOP!â the soup smelled delicious, savory, and creamy.
The area filled with liquids so deep- and the cats had all drowned, floating on top as if asleep. âOh my Titans, what in Azeroth have you done,â screeched the melodious voice of Anthania at once.
âI told you not to make soup by yourself, you little dunce!â She went into the soup, as it burnt on her skin, screaming her song, but from outside to in. The steam from the soup obscured most of the vision, but as it turns out,
She drowned in the kitchen.
Anthaniaâs funeral was held in the cemetery nearby. People eulogized her with stories of her songs, said goodbye. Anduin, filled with guilt, just stood there and cried. He waited until everyone had left for the night.
After Anthania was buried, beneath the cold ground, Anduin listened carefully- a tune was around. It seemed kind of familiar- but it wasnât the sound, that Anthania had sung, on her way out of town.
No, this tune was different, like that song but it was backwards. BACKWARDS. The caretaker was nearby, he had been dozing. He woke up to reassure Anduin: âOh, that musical dead lady is just decomposing.â âŚde..composing⌠;-)
Now there is another fact that is likely to inspire: when you head out of Stormwind, down to Goldshire, tap a spoon three times gently on the water cauldron youâre using on the fire- and youâll still smell the soup Anduin greatly admired.
The End. This has been Storytime with Docworm.