Amos — the quest for the holey cheese – part two

Editor’s note: Since last week, Amos and Freddie Flea (along with Sammy Salamander), joined Arthur the old mangled turtle on his consuming quest for the holey cheese. Calling themselves the “Knights of Arthur’s Round Shell,” the foursome marched bravely down the steps of the church basement to encounter whatever adventures awaited them.

life is bold life is great

we re on our way to excavate

the holey cheese from its

resting plate

life is bold life is great

fraidy cats nor wimps we ain t

we re the toughest in the state

we ll find the cheese whatever

the fate life is bold life is great

that s what we have to celebrate

boss we were in high spirits

as we marched along chanting

our marching song but that

was before we knew what

dangers lurked at the bottom

of the basement stairs

first of all boss it got

darker and darker the

farther we went down

then we started hearing

strange noises that got

louder as we crawled on

are you sure this is the

way says me

sure i d know my way

around here if i was

blindfolded says arthur

methinks he is blindfolded

whispers freddie

at the bottom of the

stairs we landed in a

heap in a pile of rags

and old clothes

arthur got his head

caught in an oily

shirtsleeve and thought

he got his head stuck in his shell

help me help me says he

meanwhile freddie was

buried under an avalanche

of discarded dishtowels

and dirty rags

i felt as though i was

crawling through clothes

tunnels and sammy was sure he

was swimming his way through

a sea of dresses and socks

after pulling freddie free

and showing arthur which

way to go we set off again

but we didn t chant so loudly

this time boss

in the meantime our

shenanigans disturbed

marcellus the cat and his

alley friends who sometimes

use the clothes pile as their

bed away from home

suddenly we were beset with

a pair of green glowing eyes

about a half a mile up in the

air with other faint glowing

eyes coming at us from the

dark background

run and hide no time for

pride says i darting for the

nearest looming mop bucket

freddie and sammy jumped

back into the pile of clothes

but arthur was still mad

from his ordeal and started

snapping at everything in -

or out of - sight

ow yelled marcellus

something bit my foot

let s get out of here fellas

there s a cat trap down here

and out they went through

the open basement window

and boss while we cheered -

there in the moonlight s glow

rested the holey cheese on

the window sill beckoning us

after we scrambled over boxes

tools desks bookcases and the

wall to the window ledge it was

gone exclamation point here

boss it had disappeared

stunned we headed back to

our homes with no chanting

this time but pondering our

glorious adventure

maybe it wasn t meant to be

boss because sometimes you

can get so focused on your

cause that you forget to focus

on the lord

amos

p s - next time i ll be home

boss keep the coffee brewing

the cheese of life sure has a

mysterious flavor here