The Plot Thickens… Again
Another post from the mysterious blogger. This time there was a picture of Clyde. Have a look - http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html
It’s got Timmy pretty worried. Me too, to be honest. At least this person seems like they’re a friend, but it’s somewhat on the cryptic side. They say we only have until Saturday… what does that mean?
They haven’t hurt Clyde… yet. What does that mean?
‘Well,’ said Timmy, as if talking to someone very young, old or stupid, or all three, ‘obviously it means they’re going to hurt him. But they haven’t yet.’
Thinking about it, that was pretty obvious, I suppose.
Timmy still hasn’t managed to glean any clues from the songs. He’s learned to play them all on the piano - his Minute Waltz is particularly impressive - and learned all the lyrics off by heart. But there’s still nothing to connect them. And if Timmy can’t work it out, I certainly can’t. I’m barely hanging on to my sanity as it is. Dad’s started talking with a Scottish accent and he’s filled the whole kitchen with what he’s calling The Great Edinburgh Gateaux, and I’ve been living off old cereal for the last couple of days. There was a moth in my Weetabix this morning.
‘I’m going to figure this out,’ said Timmy, after reading the new blog post for the umpteenth time, ‘and then we’re going to go and rescue Clyde.’
‘Of course,’ I said.
‘Get back to your sword,’ he added, and then went and shut himself in his office again.
I suppose I’d better be getting back to my sword, then.
