Gorden The Rabbit And The Quest For The Golden Carrot Season  Part

Gorden and David reached the wood’s edge to be greeted by Plessey, Rob and Rod.
Rod shook David’s hand and Rob turned to Gorden and opened his arms wide to hug him.
Gorden jumped back
“Who are you?” He asked this seemingly over-friendly stranger.
Rob looked at Gorden, head askew.
”It’s Rob,” He said, unsure of himself, “You came to our village a few days ago? I warned you about the Commune…”
Gorden shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
“Fools!” Plessey broke in, “I told you he has a hole in his mind.” The snail turned to Rob, “He hit his head very hard and took a while to remember David and Cola and I! He would have me you on that day.”
“So, I know you?” Gorden asked Rob who nodded. Rod came over to Gorden and offered a paw.
“I’m Rod, his brother. You know me too.” Gorden shook the proffered hand and his head at the same time.”
“Oh, sit down you lot.” David said to all of them, “I’m getting a crick in my neck watching you.”
They sat.
“So,” Gorden began, “We just have to get Cola and then we can be on our way.”
David shook his head.
“No” he whispered.
“I think I have a plan for that too,” Rob said, not hearing David, “A quick in and out tonight and none will be the wiser.”
David shook his head.
“No.”
“They’ll be on their guard now, though.” Rod said, everyone seemed to be ignoring David.
David lost it.
“NO YOU BUNCH OF FIDDLING FOOLS!”
Eyes wide, everyone turned to the excited gerbil. David regained his composure.
“They’ve got the carrot.” He said, quietly. The others leaned closer.
“You mean?” Gorden asked gingerly.
David nodded. “Well, I suppose there could be two five-inch long carrots made of gold in this world.” No one said a word, stunned to a male. “With silver leaves.” David finished.
Gorden shivered, this was the description he’d been given from the monk’s vision.
“Oh bugger.” Rob finally said.
Gorden sat back.
“The Golden Carrot.” He said to himself. “I’d been hoping it was further away.”
David shook his head.
“I found it whilst I was searching for a way out of the ventilation tunnels.” He took a deep breath before adding, quietly, “You don’t want to know what else I found.”

“Has anyone got a spare eyelash and maybe a bit of gum arabic?” Plessey asked. The others looked at him strangely. “I have a spell which will be useful, for a little while anyway.”