Mr Forbes 7. The Forest

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An unanticipated addition to the Grimonomous Forbes series. This is seven....no more planned right now but you never know.
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Submitted: November 09, 2018

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Mr Forbes 7. The Forest.

This forest was one forbidding place. No mortal man would ever step between these trees, not given any choice. There were many tales surrounding the inhabitants. A wicked witch lived inside perhaps, or it was inhabited by some kind of tree-dwelling ogres. Some said trolls ambled and rambled inside, while others insisted it was the playground of the fae who would capture you as soon as look at you.

Such thoughts did not concern Mr Forbes. Did not many believe that he was just a made-up character? Although most came to know him at some time, they were never around after to swear to his existence. No, if Grimonomous came to call, you were unlikely to ever be speaking to anyone again.

It was not the easiest place to gain access to, the forest. Much of it’s outer edge was so densely packed with towering trees that one would be hard-pressed to push their way through. Brambles twined their way around the boughs, twisting and turning from one to another, making an unchecked and impenetrable barrier.

But there were places that were easier, waterfalls over stepping stones. If the rain had not been too heavy, the stones might be visible underneath the running water. For Grimonomous, there was not even the risk of getting wet, for the water would draw itself away from his approach lest it be turned in to steam. His lantern attracted the fireflies. That would be left to mark his entrance and the fireflies themselves would be bound in to his service, reluctantly. They did not like to serve one such as him but they were certainly powerless to refuse.

If you should stand there behind him and watch his progress, you would see that the brambles never so much as snagged on his clothes, never tripped his sure steps. Even the mud knew better than to spatter his impeccable attire. Mr Forbes was both feared and respected in equal measure, even by the forest itself.

One might wonder how he knew just where to go, for whenever there was a branching pathway, he did not even pause for a second, but turned confidently in the direction that he wanted to travel in. Grimonomous did not so much smell his intended, but ‘sensed’ it, as though drawn by a magnet.

Unlike the people who lived in fear of the deep, dark forest, Mr Forbes knew exactly who dwelt inside it’s sun-starved expanse. Hairy Larry, that was who; and it was he whose time was now up. Maybe there would be some token resistance, after all, his appearance was never one to be met with delight. There was a certain grim satisfaction in that for Grimonomous.

Hairy Larry was old, so old in fact that he had long ago lost count of the years. He measured his age by the growth of his surroundings. He rarely caught even the barest glimpse of the sun so there was no other way of counting down the time. Neither human nor ape, he was, as his name would suggest, covered in hair. Where the Larry came from he had no idea; maybe because the noise he made sounded a bit like it.

Apart from the animals and the birds of the forest he did not remember ever having any interaction with anything that was alive. His diet was made up of devouring broken branches that lay on the ground, and had it not been for his appetite for the flesh of those who did find there way in, only to become lost, he would be one for Candace instead. But Hairy Larry could never resist a little delicacy from time to time, when it appeared where it neither belonged nor was welcome.

Much as Grimonomous could sense Larry, Larry could feel his presence soon. He effortlessly swung himself in to the branches of a tree, where he looked down, observing who was daring to trespass his terrain. The instant he caught sight of Mr Forbes, he climbed higher and hid between the branches.

A flick of his fingers was all it took for Grimonomous to send him tumbling to the ground, but Hairy Larry was not finished yet. Leaping straight back to his feet he leaped in to another tree then continued jumping from one to another.

Smoke, that was the solution. Grimonomous aimed smoke bomb after smoke bomb at the trees, for what did the forest fear more than fire! Hairy Larry might have loved his home but he loved his life more. The trees, though, knew better. Fire would destroy them all and so, for the sake of it’s survival, the forest gave him up and deposited the man/ape at the still shiny shoes of Mr Forbes.

Binding was a little bit more complicated than usual, but was soon completed. Within minutes, Grimonomous was once more at the waterfall, his captive right behind him. Picking up his lantern from where he had left it, Mr Forbes spent a moment regarding his....companion. Wet, mud-spattered and liberally sprinkled with leaves, Hairy Larry made for a bit of a sorry sight, while he, of course, remained as impeccable now as when he had arrived.

Hairy Larry let out his last screech, which did indeed sound very much like, ‘Larry’, while Grimonomous summoned THE boat with a simple nod of his head.


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