In Search of the Alter Dom by Jack Challis Read Free Book Online Page B

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    ‘There was also a small person – a kind of bug that could fly!’ Caddoc regretted saying this immediately – he had now overdone the truth.
    ‘I see,’ says Sgt Thomas, putting away his note book. ‘There is not much I can do if the “little people” were involved.’
    ‘Don’t be stupid!’ snaps Caddoc angrily; for once when he was telling the truth, he was being ridiculed. ‘Look,’ shouts Caddoc pulling down his trousers and mooning the two professionals, ‘it stung me on the arse!’
    Dr Tudor Ellis inspects the red-inflamed sting. ‘Dear me!’ he exclaims, ‘I have only ever seen similar stings before – when the twins from Bryn-y-Afon went bird nesting in the high glade.’
    ‘See – I told you,’ says Caddoc. ‘I saw it lower its arse – and sting me!’
    ‘It was probably a very large hornet,’ suggests Dr Tudor Ellis…. ‘there are some on the mountain.’
    ‘It was not a bloody hornet,’ snaps Caddoc, ‘it was a foot long…. I saw its face grinning at me!’
    ‘Look Mrs. Morgan,’ concludes Dr Tudor Ellis, ‘Caddoc has been attacked by a big dog…..then stung by a very large hornet!’
    ‘How can a large dog give my Caddoc two black eyes?’ snaps Mrs. Morgan…. ‘Answer that Dr Tudor Ellis!’
    ‘It was probably a big boxer dog Mrs. Morgan,’ answers Sgt Thomas, with a smirk.
    ‘That’s not funny Thomas Thomas,’ Mrs. Morgan scolds.
    ‘A stray boxer dog has been reported wandering about,’ Sgt Thomas replies. ‘Morgan the Milk!’ Mrs. Morgan orders. ‘Get your shotgun and go after that stray boxer dog!’
    ‘Now then Mrs. Morgan,’ says Sgt Thomas, ‘we don’t want Morgan the Milk wandering around at night with a loaded shotgun!’
    ‘I don’t have any cartridges anyway,’ replies Morgan the Milk lifting his head from the Sporting Life and rolling a cigarette.
    ‘Or a gun license!’ adds Sgt Thomas.
    ‘Look here lad,’ says the policeman, leaning over Caddoc. ‘I cannot write this rubbish down, I would be the laughing stock of Tala Pandy, and all of all Gwynedd and Powys…..all of Wales in fact……I need facts, see.’
    Caddoc’s small black ringed eyes studied the policeman’s face with malicious intent. ‘Err, disgusting!’ Caddoc observes. ‘Hair is growing out of your nose and ears – it’s making me want to spew up!’ Then suddenly Caddoc remembers. ‘Blodwyn Jones – Blodwyn Jones!’ he cries out.
    ‘Blodwyn Jones!’ they all repeated. ‘Was she there?’ Sgt Thomas asks.
    ‘No,’ replies Caddoc. ‘She set it all up!’
    ‘Caddoc is suffering from aftershock…. He needs rest,’ advises Doctor Tudor Ellis.
    ‘It’s the bloody truth!’ Caddoc swears. ‘Why don’t you believe the truth?’
    ‘Does my Caddoc need counseling Doctor?’ asks Mrs. Morgan, concerned.
    ‘I will give him counseling – with the back of my hand – if he swears again,’ says Sgt Thomas.
    ‘And about bloody time!’ Mumbles Morgan the Milk under his breath: before withdrawing his head back into the Sporting Life like a nervous turtle.
    ‘Now bend over Caddoc,’ says Dr Tudor Ellis, ‘this rabies injection will hurt.’ Caddoc gave out a bellow as the injection sank deep – then passed out! ‘I wouldn’t put it past that Blodwyn Jones – she is a right little Madame,’ says Mrs. Morgan. ‘You will have to have a word with her Sgt Thomas.’
    ‘I will be around the Jones’s first thing Mrs. Morgan,’ replies Sgt Thomas. ‘Now – good night to you.’
    ‘Are you really going to see the Jones’s, Tom?’ asks Doctor Tudor Ellis, as they walked home.
    ‘Of course Tudor – first thing to order a nice leg of Welsh lamb from Blodwyn’s dad, Brian – for my Sunday lunch see.’
    Caddoc got his new mobile the next day; a more expensive model bought by his mother. One week later, when he had partly recovered from his ordeal: Caddoc planned revenge. He sat at his game boy dressed in a brand new Yankees baseball jacket and cap;