The Donno … Part 3

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» One day an old woman took a notion into her head to bake a girdleful of cakes. So she took down her baking-board, and went to the meal-chest and fetched a basinful of meal. But when she went to seek a jug of water to mix the meal with, she found that there was none in the house. «

» What's a girdledul? « the llama asked the young lady in a low voice.

But she shrugged her shoulders and asked the old man instead, » Is the old woman the one the fieldsman married? And is she baking wedding cakes? «

And now it was her to be shushed.

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The Donno … Part 2

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» Every story has a beginning, « the old man said.

» Once upon a time …? « the llama asked.

» No, not this time, « the old man continued.

» There was once a man who got his living by working in the fields. He had a little son, called Bromford Curley-locks, and one little daughter, called Kylie Golden-tresses. But his wife was dead, and, as he had to be out all day, these children were often left alone. So, as he was afraid that some evil might befall them when there was no one to look after them, he, in an ill day, married again. «

» Brother Bromford? « the llama asked the young lady, but both, the old man and the young lady shushed it with noises and looks.

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The Donno … Part 1

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» Let me tell you a story, « the strange old man in his red and white bath-robe said in a broken and mysterious voice, » some old folk and fairy tale. «

And the young lady with the smart phone and the llama animal by her side nodded in agreement not knowing what was to come.

And so the old man started to begin the beginning.

» The beginning is the end is the beginning. «

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