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Dreaming - The view of an optimistic, blonde hippy!

Dreams are funny things...
Some people dream of Money.
Some people dream of Family.
Some people dream of Love. Me? I dream of gettin to Forks to meet my friends in one piece.
I doubt it will happen. Catkin's view of Charmingal's Dreaming.


9. Chapter 9 - Saint Clare?

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Tasha’s eyes grew wide as she stepped over the threshold into ‘Moonsugar Inc’. Delia was hanging off her arm with a look on her face like a kid in a candy shop.

Which I suppose she was…

I walked over to a strange machine that was multicoloured with lots of long wires and big tubes filled with pretty liquid…

A small man wearing huge glasses stepped out of a room just to the left of the mechanical monstrosity.

“Were ya’ll touching my machine?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“No… Merely looking.” I answered.

I happen to like to know how things work. I’d spent three months last year researching how my CD player worked. Before Tasha had come round and broke it…
I’d forgotten that…

“Hey Tash… You still owe me a CD player!” I turned round to look for Tasha only to find her not there. I spotted Delia crouched in a corner, muttering something about ‘décor’ and ‘where had she put her crayons?’.


“Tasha! Tasha? Where has thou disappeared to?”

“Shakespeare?” Delia had turned to look over shoulder.

“Yea my fair Lady. Shakespearian I doth speaketh.” She gave me a confused look and returned to her patch of wall.

There was a cry from the room next to the machine and Specs ran out coughing and spluttering.

“Quick! Run! There be a crazy woman in that there room!”

“Small?” I asked him.


“Unruly hair?”


“Faint smell of river water?”

“Why yes! Do you know who she is?”

I groaned and pushed past him.

“Ya’ll cant go in there! That be my private quarters!”

I ignored Specs and ran into the smoky room. “Tasha!”

All I received in reply was a high pitched, manic giggle. “Er… Tash?”

She was standing round what can only be described as a cauldron of deep purple molten Moonsugar and adding in liquid from the machine outside.

“Yes! YES! MOONSUGAR SMOOTHIE!!” She swung the tubing round spilling hot liquid over the floor.


“Umm… Tasha… Why don’t we go and get that drink you wanted..?” She pulled a spoon from a rack and dipped it into the now luminous orange substance.

She winced as it touched her bare skin, yelled and dropped the spoon to the floor.

“Hot! Hot! Catkin! I burnt my mouth!” She hopped from left to right fanning her mouth with her hands.

“Well what did you expect Tash! It’s bubbling!” I grabbed her hand and towed her out the room. She broke off and ran back in for the briefest minute, then out again. I gave her a look.

“What? Only putting the spoon back…” The huge grin on her face said otherwise… Before I could investigate, there was another shriek.

“CAAAATTKKIIIINN!!” Delia was tipping the contents of her bag onto the floor. “I CANT FIND MY GREEEEEENN!!!”

“What!? Green what!?” I watched in amazement as carrots, matches, the Tasha bat, and a rubber duck with an eye patch fell to the floor.

“Delia… What-” I started before I got cut through by Specs yelling,


Tasha had her head in a barrel of Moonsugar and was scooping it into her mouth with tremendous speed.

It wasn’t nearly as funny as I imagined it…


“Whose Saint Clare!?” Asked Delia now scrambling through her belongings on the floor.

“Oh… I’ll tell you later!” I told her as I grabbed Tash by the shoulders and yanked her out the barrel. Her whole front was covered with the sticky stuff and she shook with sugar rush.

It was all going to pot! And I hadn’t come up with my plan yet!

Specs was red in the face and about to yell at me.

I let Tasha go and she scurried over to Delia.

She offered her something in a glass bottle.

It was luminous orange.