Free Through the Kisandra Prism by Jack Challis Page B

deranged mentality.
    Blodwyn surreptitiously climbs the stairs to her bedroom with a pint of Guinness. It was a really rotten and embarrassing trick to play on anybody, but the two girls had always played tricks on each other since they were little and Myfanwy’s behavior had to be stopped; nipped in the bud and the sooner the better. Opening her wardrobe drawer, Blodwyn giggled to herself at the thought of what she was about to do and of the resulting consequences.
    She took out a small bottle of non-toxic, black indelible ink used on rams lower chests to mark the ewes in the autumn. She then borrowed her dad’s binoculars. Blodwyn smeared both eye pieces with the ink and poured some of the black ink into the pint of Guinness. Giggling to herself, she then rushed back to the barn and to all the merrymaking.
    Myfanwy was still with the boys posing and performing.
    â€˜Now Patrick… how much land do you own?’ Myfanwy asks.
    â€˜About twelve acres,’ answers Patrick.
    â€˜I may consider marriage… only if the land is… as flat as a witch’s tit… because I am certainly not pulling the plough up-hill!’ declares Myfanwy in a loud voice to be heard by all.
    Myfanwy broke the long silence that followed.
    â€˜Now, I have a riddle… why did Lady Damsel fly, flutter by?’ she asks. No answer was forthcoming.
    â€˜Because she saw Sir Dragon fly, lick his flagon dry! Have any of you boys ever snogged a weasel?’ asks Myfanwy with bright, shining, mischievous eyes.
    â€œRight,” thought Blodwyn, “I have arrived just in time, next she will be taking off her shoes, sticking her bare feet under the boys’ noses and declaring. “Haven’t I got the most beautiful toes you have ever seen?”
    â€˜Myfanwy, my dearest cariad,’ says Blodwyn, beckoning her friend aside; she too could play the sweet, holy innocent.
    â€˜Look, I have brought you a nice pint of the Guinness… that you love so much, my sweet cariad.’
    Myfanwy grabs the glass, drains the pint in one long gulp and smiles. To Blodwyn’s delight Myfanwy’s beautifully pristine white teeth were now stained a dirty brownish black and looked rotten and broken!
    â€˜Now then, do you remember,’ my dearest friend,’ continues Blodwyn, ‘you once took off my spectacles, and told me I was not short sighted, then you gave me an eye test to prove it?’
    â€˜Yes of course,’ answers Myfanwy, ‘I asked you if you could see the moon up in the sky without your spectacles. You answered yes – and I said the moon is two million miles away – how bloody far do you want to see?’
    â€˜Come,’ says Blodwyn, ‘I want to show you something – quick outside.’ Once in the open air, Blodwyn lifted the binoculars and without pressing them to her eyes, she appeared to look through them towards a nearby field.
    â€˜Now then… do you also remember saying that if I ate more raw carrots I would not need glasses – because nobody ever sees a wild rabbit wearing spectacles, remember…? Look for yourself at that wild rabbit in the field… by the gate.’
    Myfanwy falls for the trick, snatching the binoculars and raising them in front of her she presses them to her eyes. After looking through them, she turns back to Blodwyn – who giggles. Myfanwy looked ridicules; two large black rings framed her eyes; she looked like some deranged, menstrual raccoon! Her beautiful teeth looked black and rotten: a typical unbalanced mad woman! Perfect.
    â€˜I can’t see a wild rabbit wearing spectacles. Myfanwy protests. ‘You Blodwyn Jones are only jealous of me because I am the most beautiful girl here – all your cousins are in love with me and would marry me if I gave them a chance.’
    â€˜Of course they would… my dearest friend, come let’s go back inside,’ says Blodwyn with a sweet, innocent