Dawer rushed out of her room as fast as she could. Her phone, her handbag, her toothbrush were all the things she needed to take with her. The world as she knew it was evaporating and just in-case a new world showed up, she had to have clean teeth.
One last look in the mirror and she noticed she was wearing a jacket from two seasons ago. Quite sure that it wouldn’t do. She made a mad dash back into her room and picked up her designer jacket.Brand new, she hadn’t finished paying for it. Her credit card was already maxed out but who cared coz the point was she looked good. Once she touched up her make up she was ready to go.
The reason for all the craziness was a text that Dawer had just received from Tosh. He told her that all the chicken in the market place were singing and the vegetables were doing a crazy jig. The onions in particular seemed to have planned a flashmob. Dawer could hardly wait to see this with her own three eyes.Yes, three eyes. She had bought an extra one at the software store, just for emergencies.
Well, these were signs that their little village’s time was up. Dawer’s grandma had told her stories when she was little. These stories weren’t from a book, but from memory. Who would have thought that during Dawer’s lifetime she would see them come to pass?
What if the end of their village was real? Dawer started to cry and at the very same moment, she started to laugh. She tripped and fell into a brown heap. She was sure it was elephant poop. All brown and gooey.but it smelt like chocolate. She was tempted to lick it, which she did.
That was the best decision ever. Dawer found out that the poop was really chocolate fudge. She licked it, rolled in it, delighted in it because it was delicious.
Tosh called her once again, saying the tomatoes were now doing a rap song. Dawer didn’t care.She was in elephant poop heaven. Suddenly four elephants appeared and asked her why she was eating their cake.
Dawer said she was really sorry but she accidentally landed in it, tasted it and ate it. The elephants told her that as punishment, she would have to go with them to the Black Forest and they would release her when they saw fit.
After thinking about it, Dawer accepted to go with them. She called Tosh and told him that she was stuck in the traffic. The carts were bumper to bumper. Oh the stresses of village life.
Thoughts of chocolate fudge and the possibility of being a prisoner in the Black Forest put a smile on her face. The singing ‘kachumbari’ was pale in comparison.
She didn’t even realise that three hours had gone by and they hadn’t even reached the Black Forest. One of the elephants suggested that they check into a motel for the night. Happy Dawer was having the time of her life. She had been held hostage by elephants that pooped chocolate, they were checking into a really classy motel( authentic straw interior) and she had her toothbrush.
Dawer tried calling Tosh a little later but his phone was out of service. She had chocolate fudge and went to bed early. She needed her beauty sleep because her life as a Black Forest prisoner had just began.