A pushspring award is a small amorphous blob of clay that has a PDQ Pilsner cap dried into it to represent the button you “pushed” that created your specific awesomeness. Everyone in Saragun Springs (including Gwen and John got one). Mine was for “Least Missed When Missing” (which I hucked into the Spring to raise not a demon, but a smallish pixie of some sort who had a terrible attitude, but did not last long).
The clay blob represents our asteroid and the bottle caps were provided by PDQ Peetie.
I received an update from Mari-Kat on my phone. She looks exactly like Kate Bush in the Wuthering Heights video for a damn good reason, which we will enter into next week. Using magic, I saw her clearly whispering into the ear of the bent over demon tethered to the Spring. Both smiled. She then produced a black tea pot into which he either filled willingly or was sucked into.
I turned to face HeXy (who was watching the event on my phone, looking over my shoulder). “How many of those teapot demons have you?”
She smiled. “It’s a lamp.”
“No, it’s a goddamn teapot.”
“Hardly,” she sniffed.
“No, easily,” I said.
This little exchange of opinions would have continued if not broken up by the arrival of the billigits, in number they are four–identical flying wee folk, about eighteen inches long, orange skinned, named mothball, weasel, pinto and flounder. The billies play many roles in the Springs, but at root they are among HeXopatha’s minions.
Two billies apiece plucked John and Gwen from the audience and flew off with them toward the Enchanted Wood. Oddly, neither protested, in fact Gwen appeared to be taking images with her phone.
“Hey! Where are your flying toadies going with our guests?”
But HeXy vanished in a puff of green smoke. I did hear “It’s a lamp, dunderhead,” from afar, but nothing else.
I sat there for a moment and counted my blessings, of which I had two. It is Saturday, thus tomorrow was the day of rest. And having newcomers to the realm hauled off by flying Wiccan minions does provide a link to the title of the story.
See you on the yellow brick road come Monday.
End part fourteen
Saragun Springs 
Yup I reckon my reaction to being picked up by the Billigits would be about the same as Gwens. It’s like the offer of a ride in an open topped sportscar when you’ve just styled your hair – just enjoy it – it doesn’t happen everyday.
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Hi Diane
My mother lived to ride in convertibles to the degree she always kept a scarf in her purse in case the opportunity came off. For some reason I associate convertibles with the 1960′.
The billies have been working out.
Leila
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Richard has a Triumph TR6. It was built in 1973 The year he was born. A little red thing it is, and we zoomed around Stratford on Avon on Christmas Eve in with the shoppers and the Christmas Lights. One for the memory vaults, that one.
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That is tremendous. Lucy Jordan might prefer that to Paris!
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Leila
As Melville penned or penciled in “Billy Budd”:
“In this matter of writing, resolve as one may to keep to the main road, some bypaths have an enticement not readily to be withstood. I am going to err into such a bypath. If the reader will keep me company I shall be glad. At the least, we can promise ourselves that pleasure which is wickedly said to be in sinning, for a literary sin the divergence will be.”
The short chapters, episodic and experimental nature, and fluid, flowing, and seemingly easeful prose of good old Herman somehow remind me of the spontaneous daily narrative you are in the midst of creatively composing; and since “Billy Budd” is, hands down, one of the greatest American novellas of all time, that can, surely, only be a good thing!
You reinvent Literature and The Literary Itself, not unlike the way Good Will took tried and true old plots of his time and remade them into something brand new and eternal! That is true not just of “Oz Exception” but also of other items on this site…So as usual, I say “Bravo!” (sound of many hands clapping and dogs’ tails wagging and thumping upon the floor…)
D.W.B….
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Hi Dale
Thank you!
By doing this exercise (which it is, in a way) I think I can do almost 400 words a day now. The first two installments were pre-written as stated, but I find that a page a day, for this is working out.
Thank you as always!
Leila
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