# 8: Wilbur - Looks Like We Have Live One

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“Looks like we have a live one. Now that you’ve had your fun Carl, I suspect that I should speak with the gentleman. I hope you haven’t scared him half to death!” An older male voice was heard to say.

“I resurrect easily” Wilbur muttered. He was fascinated with the eye and the eyestalk. He was a consummate tinker-er and from where he sat he could NOT for the life of him see how it had been made.

Wilbur noticed that the voices had been coming from a small bird like creature that had landed on his boat. On closer inspection it appeared to be a dragon.

Why not?

“Would you like to come inside?” the little dragon asked.

“What’s inside?” Wilbur asked.

“Think of it as a floating village” the dragon said “ We have villagey stuff inside. A cafe for example”

“Give me a minute to think about it” Wilbur said “Yes.”

“chuckle That wasn’t a minute.” the voice said

“I think fast when I’m hungry” Wilbur replied, “and short on coffee.”

“ I just checked with Ernie and about all he has this morning are Omelettes, (several different types) with hash browns, biscuits and gravy. He’s a little short of pancakes. The morning crowd just cleaned him out.” the voice said.

“I guess I’d have to suffer” Wilbur said “You said coffee?”

“Yup. We haz Coffee” the voice of the little dragon replied.

The stalk was wide enough for a ladder Wilbur thought, or perhaps a spiral stair case. He was wondering how he’d manage his boat. He had no desire to discard his boat. A door irised open in the stalk just below the pod. A brawny, white bearded man with no legs was floating in the opening.

“If you’ll just paddle on over here we can lift you out of the water and into the drop-shaft” Shelby said.

Wilbur paddled closer. Tentacles appeared and picked him and his boat out of the water and deposited him inside the so called ‘drop-shaft’. There was plenty of room.

“You might just want to stay in your boat for the time being.” Shelby said. “let’s go eat. I’m hungry myself.”

That was just fine with Wilbur. It would give his heart time to slow down some. He hadn’t been expecting those tentacles. They had been quiet a surprise. To tell the truth his legs felt like rubber. He doubted that he’d have been able to get out of his little boat anyway.

So they did. The old man floated at conversational distance beside Wilbur. They descended down the ‘drop-shaft’, just floating in air. Very soon they descended into an open space, much like the inside of a dome. There was village stuff, building, streets, lots and fields, and flying children, like the ‘lost boys’ in that movie.

A flock of them veered and flew over next to them.

“Where ya’ going UncaGranPa ?” a little girl no older than three asked him.

“I’ll be in Ernie's for the time being. If the end of the world happens again you know where to find me.” The white bearded man floating beside him said.

“OK UncaGranPa! Seeyabye.” the children shouted as they flew away. They had too much energy, apparently to be confined in one place.

“End of the World?” Wilbur asked.

“Yeah, we need to talk about that” Shelby said.

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The Next Episode will be
# 9: Ernie's
The Previous Episode was
# 7: Wilbur - Ridge Running…
The First Episode was
# 1 : Prologue…
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Book One: SoulStone
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