Crimson Goes Fishing for Blogophilia 6.4

In an old house that was painted red,

lived twenty school children, newly dead


They had been stuck in the school room all day.  A new vocabulary word to learn, “presumptuous”, appeared on their list. For some reason they could not fathom, maybe because he was a contemporary of the head master, though not a vamp himself, they were studying Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, and dramatist. The students thought their teacher looked like the original Mr. Potato Head. The image never ceased to coax giggles from the class. Goethe is considered the supreme genius of modern German literature side by side with Schiller. Goethe’s works span the fields of poetry, drama, literature, philosophy, and science. His Faust has been called the greatest long poem of modern European literature.

 His famous quote is: “I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.”

“Wow”, Rednick said, peering closely at Crimson, “He sounds as presumptuous as you are!”

“That’s a rotten thing to say to me!” Crimson shot back . Neither Rednick nor Crimson took offense from the remarks. The kids are good friends and tease back and forth all the time. But by now they had enough learning and determined they needed an adventure

Crimson and her friends, Ruby and Rednick, sneaked out of the house making as little noise as they possibly could. The cool night air felt refreshing on their school room heated skin.  They ran down the road to the creek hoping to find some fishers trying their luck.

 If the head master of their boarding school found out they had slipped away when they should have been in study hall, there would be hell to pay. If the Stakeholders who administered the school learned of their foolish behaviour, the school could be in serious trouble.

 The children were forbidden to go near   the locals; they knew this but did it anyway. Kids will be kids.

 They hid in the bushes, and behind the rocks. The air smelled of spring and  some mud still lingered from the recent rains on the ground where they crouched  Ruby whispered to Crimson, “Look, I think I see some guys coming down the path.”

Rednick, on the other side of Crimson, poked her to be quiet. The three of them waited and watched

Sure enough,  three men set up their folding chairs, opened their tackle boxes and prepared to ready their lines  in the hopes of catching some fish for dinner.

The man in the  middle seemed to have a problem attaching his lure to the line. “Stupid lure won’t hook on right. Ouch, dammit. The freaking hook went right into my finger, and now it’s bleeding.”

The other two men  were too concerned with their own equipment to notice their friend had hurt himself.

Before going out the children  chose who would go first if they were successful in their quest. Quicker than white on rice Rednick dashed out of his hiding spot; a merry gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, Sir, I see you are bleeding.” Rednick casually walked up to the injured man.

“Hey kid, didn’t see you there, it’s just a nick, nothing serious.”

Rednick came closer to the man, “Don’t worry, I can fix that in a jiffy.”

The boy took the man’s hand and holding the hurt finger between his thumb and forefinger  squeezed the tip of the finger  to make the blood flow more freely and then licked it.

Surprised, the man raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy trying to figure out what the kid was doing.

The angler  thought he heard the kid slurping at his finger. What the hell?

Just as quickly as the boy had appeared, he vanished. Inspecting his finger, the fisher noticed that the spot the hook had caught had stopped bleeding and he couldn’t even see where the wound had been. He glanced over at his buddies but they were concentrating on their beer drinking and watching their lines for any action.

Smiling with satisfaction, Rednick settled himself back behind the bush,. Crimson and Ruby  glared    at him with envy and brought their attention back to the three fishers.

The air was still.  The fishers drank and fished. The children waited.

After about  half an hour Crimson nudged  Ruby and Rednick and tossed her head in the direction of the school. It was time to go back before the head master noticed they were really missing from study hall

The three skulked back to the school; Crimson and Ruby disappointed, Rednick still smiling

On the nights with a full moon and calm winds, the children knew the locals  would come to the creek, even though fishing was prohibited. But the children could not resist visiting the spot in the hopes of a special little treat. They knew it was wrong and against the rules and that the rules were in place for their own safety.   Even so they could not resist. Kids will be kids. The children wished more of their neighbours took advantage of the good fishing. As it was, the little group was lucky if even one of them got to savor a snack

As they tip toed back into the school, they looked around carefully, fervently hoping that they were not seen by the head master.

 “You kids, stop right there!” Oh oh, they were so  in trouble now!

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe


written for:

Blogophilia 6.4 Topic: “A More Presumptuous Person than Myself?

  Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): include something that is rotten

(Easy, 1pt): mention Mr. Potato Head

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25 Responses to Crimson Goes Fishing for Blogophilia 6.4

  1. Steven says:

    Very nice, now I have to go back and read the others to get caught up. Love the idea of a boarding school of young vampires.

  2. Chuck says:

    I think i have to go with the kids on this one: Faust was fine but most of the rest of Goethe I leave for Sallon.

  3. bluerose says:

    I never tire of reading this one :D. Looking forward to more of Crimson’s adventures!

  4. Marvin Martian says:

    8 points Earthling! 🙂 Oh my! young vamps on the prowl…a tasty snack indeed!

  5. Very very nice….Another great post..

  6. Leta says:

    Kids will be kids!! Wonder what adventure they will be into next? Although, I think they’re headed for the doghouse now. 🙂

  7. DJ Myke says:

    This serves as a great reminder how much I hate rules, haha.

    This is a great depiction of how fishermen are, once they wet their first line. Nothing else going on around them bears significance. Come to think of it, I am that way myself.

    Very much enjoyed this segment of the story. Kids will be kids. Your kids scare me. 🙂

    • sassyspeaks says:

      well actually Myke, this rule does have a very definate purpose. So glad you are enjoying my “children” will have to see what else they can come up with – Thank you !

  8. Irene Melgoza says:

    Oh, those kids!!! hehe

  9. nissmech says:

    Wondering exactly what they teach at the boarding school. Hope the kids aren’t in too much trouble, I mean realy! I use to sneak out of school on occasion and go to the malt shop…not much difference is there? A snack is a snack as long as it doesn’t bite back!

  10. joaniethewriter says:

    This was a sneaky fun blog! I remember cutting my last class to get pizza before catching the bus….(not often though) and mine was not bloddy finger food! lol

  11. yay! glad to see this! sending more in mail 😉

  12. Pingback: Snagman for Blogophila 34.4 « sassyspeaks

  13. Enjoyed this sassy thanks for sending me the link

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