Druidawn story

“You know, there ought to be a way to get things up and down the floors without carrying them, ” said Lab one regular morning the day after the parachute attempt. Wab thought and thought and thought and he found an idea hiding in the convoy of ideas that come by a few times after breakfast and twice at 5 o’clock on Wednesdays. He whispered it to Lab, and she remarked “Himm, that sounds possible to me. We’d need a lot of stuff, though.” 

Later, Jab, the dad, was sitting on his favorite chair and thinking if they were running low on cured ham when Wab came in and asked “ Hi dad! Have we got sand, giant balloons, rope, and sponges?” “Um, yes, we have all of those things.” Said Jab.
“ Thanks, Dad!” Said Wab and he ran out. 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Kab, the mom, was just washing the dishes when Lab came in and she said “Hi Mom! Do we have any bags, baskets, pulleys and hammers?” “ Yes we have, why do you want all that?” “Um, it’s for a project.” “What sort of project?” “Why do you want to know!?” “ I’m your mom, it’s my job to-” KKABBLAMMM!!!! “What was that??!!” The walls shook after the terrific explosion. The table fell over, the pots and pans fell down from the celling, and Kab was so distracted that she didn’t notice Lab sneak out. 

Lab ran out into the yard and met up with Wab. She said ” Thanks, Mom was interrogating me.” “Nice diversion, eh? Anyway, let’s get the stuff.” said Wab. An hour later, Jab was just walking into the spiral staircase and was never prepared for the sight that met his eyes: every inch of wall was covered by ropes or pulleys, and in the middle of the high room was a small dirigible with lots of baskets attached! 

Up on the 10th floor, Wab and Lab were admiring their work. Jab went up to talk to them, and they told him “See, this is for transporting objects up and down floors without having to carry them. The baskets go along the ropes and they go up or down when you pull or push the rope, and the stuff can also be carried by the dirigible.”  “Yes, well that’s good, but my houseguest, the wizard, will be arriving soon, and if this place is as much of a mess as it is now-” 

At that the wizard strode into the room. Wab was mad and thought that he had came far too early. To end that when no-one was, looking, he dropped an egg into his hat, so when he put it on, the egg broke on his head, and he was very mad at Wab for that, and so he put a curse on him. 


The next morning, Wab woke up to find himself on the celling. “How odd, I don’t usually stay on the celling without assistance. The gravity might have been turned off, but when I jump, I fall back down to the celling! My personal gravity must have been reversed! Why does no one warn me when this stuff is going to happen!?”