Saturday Wordzzle # 64

The idea is, every week Raven (Views From Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.


Here's my efforts, complete with my doodles.


This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: albino, trench, marble, assistant, Indian, What's that supposed to mean?, sound first principles, the key thing, moat, curtain


“Pull up the drawbridge and let the crocodiles into the moat” said the Indian Swami.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked his albino assistant Marble.

“Lock the door and prepare for battle if anyone tries to get in while we’re testing the new trick” he replied.

Closing the curtain on the cabinet, which was positioned over a trench into which Swami would disappear, Marble asked “Are you sure you know what you’re doing Swami?”

“Of course I do, I have sound first principles and the key thing is to say the magic words in the right order” Swami replied.

Marble stood back and listened to Swami bellowing out the incantation, then all was quiet. Pulling the curtain back Marble was amazed to see a frog where Swami had previously stood.

“Hey, it worked Swami” cried Marble. “Swami, it worked you can come out now, Swami, Swami.”

“Riddip, riddip, riddip” was the reply.




The mini challenge: under the surface, doomed, grand design, temple, aspirin

Martin thought his grand design for the temple was doomed when he saw the other entries to the competition. He popped the aspirin in his mouth and took and gulp of water. He appeared confident but under the surface he was paddling like a duck as he started his presentation.


Megawordzzle

Trench McIver was not what he seemed. Most people thought he was a member of the Scottish upper classes but in fact he was an albino Indian brought up in the Gorbals who had gone to University to study ancient history and made a name for himself as an explorer.

McIver had discovered many ancient scripts and artefacts but there was one thing he desperately wanted to find, he had seen mention of a treatment that could reverse albinism and his quest was to find it.

McIver had spent twenty years searching for the recipe for the treatment and had recently come across a clue as to where he might find it. He booked a flight to Borneo.

The temple where he hoped he would find the recipe had been discovered only five years earlier in the deepest part of the jungles of Borneo. He had been given contact details for a guide, who had been with the explorer who had discovered the temple, so he was confident he would be able to get to it.

After two days trekking they eventually came to the temple, it was of a grand design with a moat. Trying not to think about what could be under the surface of the moat he crossed the bridge into the temple.

The recipe was carved on one of the walls of the temple, in a room which had apparently been something like a pharmacy in it’s time. He had no problem finding it and reading the recipe he thought it had sound first principles but then, apparently, the key thing in it was ground marble and bark from some tree or other. He wasn’t feeling too confident when he read that. Desperation spurred McIver on. With the help of his guide he found the ingredients needed and packed them carefully into his backpack and within four days he was back at his office.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked his assistant, as McIver mixed the ingredients together into a mud coloured liquid.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked McIver.

“You’re unique McIver, why would you want to be just ordinary?” he replied. “If it works you’ll look just like every other Indian.”

McIver had never thought of it that way but he had searched for so long he wasn’t going to back out now. He pulled a curtain across the doubts in his mind and downed the concoction.


Within minutes he began sweating and could feel his pulse pounding in his head, he was scared but if it worked he would be the happiest man alive. He wouldn’t let himself think that he may be doomed not just to failure but possible death!

His assistant stood watching him, ready to ring for an ambulance should the worst happen. Five minutes later McIver asked “Well do I look any different?”

“No, I’m afraid not boss” said his assistant

“I may as well have just taken an aspirin for all the good that’s done, what a waste of time!” muttered McIver.