MISJUDGMENT: A TALE OF THE TAFTS
winds slowly shifted, and the morning woke with whippoorwills calling it to
reality. T. G. Taft drowsily walked into his office, grumpily sitting in his
office chair. "Susan, Oh Susan." He said grouchily, not really
wanting to see his ugly secretary anyhow. Susan Smith the IV, however, was not
ugly; Nay by far. She was as pretty as her mother was; It's just that she
could no longer live up to Mr. Taft's new definition of beauty. She walked
into his office, carefully so as to keep guard from any hastily thrown papers.
"What's the report." He said, with a meaningless glance.
too much today, sir. Slosh wants a raise again."
you listen to me. I don't want to hear about it, do you hear me?" Susan
coiled back, frightened to see her employer this angry. What was bugging him,
"Never mind. What else."
Iffley, you know that wizard that belongs to Jonathan Pierce, well... Adena
brought him back to life..." Susan lifted her notebook to her head,
knowing what an outbreak this news would cause.
Why'd she do that?"
looked at him, amazed to find that the desk was still right-side-up.
"Rumors have it that the two of them had grown up together. Maybe she
stared at the wall. "Get out of here." Taft mumbled. "Leave me
alone." Susan hurridly left, wanting to miss another outbreak of temper.
After she had left, Taft sat in his huge office, and mumbled to himself,
"What's he got that I ain't got?"
G. Taft II lay in his room, thinking. He was a boy, only 7 years of age, yet
he had the intelligence of a scholar in college. To you this may seem
incredible, but, then, look who his father was. He stared at the walls,
wondering what was wrong with his poor daddy. He had been acting strange
lately, and his only son worried greatly for him. "What is wrong,
anyhow," He said to himself, "And how can I help?" He decided
to find out. Taft II got up, and exited the now empty room.
Taft house and the Taft office were in the same village square: In the little
town of Taftville. Everybody in Taftville was happy, and the town, a planned
community, looked like an ideal utopia. As the little Taft entered his Daddy's
huge office building, he caught sight of his secretary, Susan Smith the IV.
She was on the phone, and, the kid, since he had a huge curiosity, sneaked
over to eavesdrop. "Yeah, Marge. I think he's in love with that
Enchantress down south of here. Adena, yeah. Poor guy. I hear she's a real
witch. Thinks that he's going to sneak up and steal something of hers.
Yeah." This was all the little boy needed to know: He now realized what
was troubling his poor daddy. "I must gain her trust," he said,
that night T. G. Taft the II slipped away from his cool bed. He raced over to
his father's office: For he too knew the secret of the Tiara of Phumos.
"I think I've got a plan," the boy said, "or at least I think I
might." As he finally reached the door that held his father's greatest
treasure, he found the Watchsworshk there as usual. He was able to pat it on
the head, for the Sworshk knew the young boy that stood there. The two of them
had long been friends, and the poor animal was happy to see the child. The
youngster opened the office door and went in. He searched the room, and
finally found what he had come for: Deep buried within a desk drawer came the
famed Tiara of Phumos. The boy grabbed the tiara tightly, and concentrated on
a time far, far ago: A time where transportation to where he wanted to go
would be possible.
night was cool and dreary as the bog slowly cooled over the powdery mansion.
As T. G. Taft II slowly materialized, he found himself within said mansion;
within its very kitchen. The mansion itself was not empty: Upon careful
examination the boy could see a man looking out a window, slobbering allover
the floor, and, in one corner a Sworshk. "He's here. I've done it!"
thought Taft II. He quietly walked over to Sworshk I, knowing the historic
value of this creature, and patted it on the head. The creature, for some
reason, showed no signs of fear, or anger for that matter, at the slowly
approaching body. Taft drew up on the Sworshk, and, telling the directions to
the object below him, whisked off into the night.
Pool of Remembrance looked lucid and clear: There was no Iffley yet, no
Jonathan Pierce, and no Adena. T. G. Taft II looked longingly into its waters,
dazed by its shining brilliance. But he had a job to do; he concentrated
tightly on the Tiara and murmured, "I've got to hit this exactly. One
point in time...concentrate..."
held Adena tightly in his arms. He was quite worried about her...and he knew
that he had to get her to his palace. He concentrated on transporting them
back to his castle so hard that he did not notice the little boy that was
hanging on his side. That little boy had hoped that this flow of emotion would
indeed cover his presence, and, faster than he thought possible, he was at
young Taft lucked out: Everyone at the castle was so happy to see Iffley that
they did not notice him. He sneaked around into the kitchen of the castle and
hid under a table. From there he could see the prize he wanted: The famed
Sceptre of Ozino was lying on a cupboard near him. Before he could get out and
grab it, though, Jonathan Pierce, the Quiche, and others walked into the room.
"Did you see what Iffley's got?"
And did you see what was around her neck--whew!"
sceptre and the beautiful 'Enchantress of Furanose'--what fun we're going to
"Shhh! Iffley's back in the other room.
Let's get back in there."
G. Taft II knew that the pretty girl held by Iffley would escape: Nonetheless
he mourned at what type of sick people were those that had just left the room.
"After all," he thought, "didn't she bring back one of their
friends?" Quietly, the young boy got out from under the table and took
the Sceptre that was lying on the counter. He then concentrated on the Tiara
and took himself back in time: Once there it only took one whistle to gain
access to a Sworshk. Again, after patting it on the head, the young boy
whispered into the Sworshk's ear and sooner than he could have hoped, they
flew into the pitch.
over the water, Taft II grew more intense with excitement and anticipation
over what was to come. The time seemed to drag on towards infinity: But after
a little while, the country of Furanose appeared, and, just a little later
still, a beautiful palace. The Taft landed the Sworshk near the palace, and
told the animal beneath him to go back to his master Slosh.
watching the creature flee off into the aproaching dawn, T. G. II concentrated
deeply on the Tiara, and found himself back in the present. As he noticed that
he was now next to Adena's palace, he picked up his feet and walked up to the
its silvery gates. There was a guard there, and the boy asked him for
permission to see Adena. The guard laughed to himself, knowing that such a
little tyke could do no harm. Taft walked with the guard into the castle,
and found Adena in her study. "Madam, there is a visitor here." said
the centurion. Adena turned around, and looked at the little boy that stood at
the door. "And what do you want, little one?"
am here to present you with a gift: A gift from T. G. Taft."
Here." He gave her the Sceptre of Ozino, and her eyes gleamed with
excitement as she stared at its beauty. "Where did you get
T. G. Taft wishes to present this to you as a gift; he congratulates you on
ridding the planet of the infamous Enad the Great.
is too kind." "Hmm," She murmured to herself, "Perhaps I
did misjudge him. Yes. Perhaps I did." She looked at the little boy
again. "But who are you?"
is unimportant. But I would appreciate it if you could find away for me to get
back to my home, that is, back to Taftville."
She accompanied him as they walked outside the castle, and, with a flick of
her wrist, summoned a blue danae. She placed the child onto the winged animal,
and sent them off into the sunset. "Yes. Perhaps I did misjudge
him." she said as she watched the magical unicorn become one with the
did what?" screamed an angry T. G. Taft as his son told him his touching
I thought you would like it--after all, she might trust you now
had one of the keys in your hands, and you gave it away? You dummy! You are
grounded for three weeks. Get out of my sight!" As a sad little T. G.
Taft II walked out of his father's office, T. G. Taft the elder sat back in
his chair, staring at the wall. He suddenly noticed Susan Smith the IV
standing there, staring at him. "What are you looking at?" he
demanded, throwing a stack of papers at her. She quickly walked out of the
room, leaving the thrown papers lying on the barren floor. "Dummy. He had
one of the keys. In his hand. Dummy." Slowly, he reclined in his chair.
"Dummy" he thought to himself. Dummy perhaps: Yet, as much as he
tried, he could not help but have that timid smile slowly appear across his
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