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Epilogue
(Yes, this is the Epilogue.)
The yellow female Fraggle with the fiery red pigtails and the red turtleneck sweater stared in shock at the Storyteller. “What do you mean, ‘That’s it’?" She grabbed the book out of the golden pink-gray-haired Fraggle’s hands. “There are thirty-seven books of this series!"
She shrugged. “I … uh … lost the other ones," she stammered, clumsily adjusting her black glasses on the bridge of her snout.
“You’re the Storyteller!"
“Hey, it’s not like I have an infinite amount of shelf space, Red," she shot back. “You can only put so many books in a six-foot-square cave.”
Red flopped down on a pile of small square cushions. She sighed, exasperated. “Well, why did the Princess avoid the Minstrel all those times if she was allowed to date him?"
The Storyteller blushed and looked away. “She thought that if she loved him, he’d disappear too.”
“But he did leave her at the Blue Rock!" Red protested. She crossed her arms in denial and looked away toward the front door of the Storyteller’s cave. “I think that whole part of the story was invented by some lovesick Sto --.”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll never tell you another story for as long as you live," the Storyteller threatened with a growl.
“Cantus never acted that way," Red muttered under her breath.
“Ahem," the male Fraggle with gray skin and black-gray hair and the purple tux said, coughing nervously. “Every Minstrel," he said with a gravelly voice, “follows their own tune.” He chomped on a Doozer stick. “You don’t have to make everyone confused to be Minstrel, though it is pretty fun to watch everyone rack their brains trying to figure out what you said," he continued with a smirk.
Red rolled her eyes. “So, why did you drag me in here? I’m not the only fan of Princess Gwenalot stories. I’ve got Lou readin’ ‘em now.”
The Storyteller glanced at the male Fraggle. “You wanna tell her, John, or should I?"
He nodded towards the Storyteller, leaning back casually. “You’re the one he gave it to, toots.”
She pointed a finger at him, glaring. “I told you --.” She cleared her throat and dug under a pile of books, digging out the twin flute, the Magic Pipe, of the Lead Minstrel. “Here, Red," she told the young Fraggle.
Red leaned back with wide eyes. “Why d’you wanna give me that?" she exclaimed in panic. “I already got in trouble for holding onto that thing once.” She showed them a palm. “I got this weird glowing mark when I stole it … er … borrowed it that one time.”
John laughed. “Cantus only told you that to jerk your chain a little," he chuckled, slapping his knee. “He musta done a good job – you’ve been obsessed with thievin’ ever since!"
The Storyteller plopped the pipe in Red’s outstretched palm. She spoke with a soft voice. “The pipe is given to the successor to the Lead Minstrel.”
“Mark proves it," John added with amusement.
Red stared at it like it was a snake. Her hand trembled. “I always thought he liked Mokey better.”
John nodded. “She’d make a great Minstrel," he agreed. “But just because she shared his sense of dreamy weirdness doesn’t mean she gets to inherit the Pipe.”
“I’m afraid to ask why I inherit it.”
The Storyteller patted Red’s hands gently. “Princess Gwenalot did end up with Crooner. They had children and their children had children … including me, John, an’ Cantus.” She smiled. “Dear, your parents, bless their hearts, are descended from those two as well.”
John smiled. “We’re gettin’ too old for rompin’ around the Rock all day and all night," he explained cheerfully. He pointed at Red. “You got enough spunk to hit the road all day.”
Red stood, shaking her head vigorously. “With all due respect, I don’t want to hang out with those Minstrel guys!" she screeched. “They bore me to tears!" She looked at the Storyteller and Convincing John. “Besides," she added, looking down, her voice quieting, “I don’t want to leave --.”
The Storyteller stood and hugged Red. “You don’t have to join the Minstrels if you don’t want to right now," she explained gently. “It won’t hurt their feelings, and there’s no rule saying you have to do what all Cantus did. Look at Crooner – he did his job, even though he still liked to have fun and woo his Princess fair.” She used her fingers to point Red’s chin up so that they would make eye contact. “Cantus had you pegged since the first time he met you. That’s why he let you be first for the medley. He knew about your success in stopping the second Fraggle War. He knew the heart of Princess Gwenalot really did live inside you.”
John slowly stood up and walked over and patted Red on the back. “Just don’t use the Pipe as a handle for your weight-lifting, an’ everything’ll be fine!" he laughed.
(Yes, this is the Epilogue.)
The yellow female Fraggle with the fiery red pigtails and the red turtleneck sweater stared in shock at the Storyteller. “What do you mean, ‘That’s it’?" She grabbed the book out of the golden pink-gray-haired Fraggle’s hands. “There are thirty-seven books of this series!"
She shrugged. “I … uh … lost the other ones," she stammered, clumsily adjusting her black glasses on the bridge of her snout.
“You’re the Storyteller!"
“Hey, it’s not like I have an infinite amount of shelf space, Red," she shot back. “You can only put so many books in a six-foot-square cave.”
Red flopped down on a pile of small square cushions. She sighed, exasperated. “Well, why did the Princess avoid the Minstrel all those times if she was allowed to date him?"
The Storyteller blushed and looked away. “She thought that if she loved him, he’d disappear too.”
“But he did leave her at the Blue Rock!" Red protested. She crossed her arms in denial and looked away toward the front door of the Storyteller’s cave. “I think that whole part of the story was invented by some lovesick Sto --.”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll never tell you another story for as long as you live," the Storyteller threatened with a growl.
“Cantus never acted that way," Red muttered under her breath.
“Ahem," the male Fraggle with gray skin and black-gray hair and the purple tux said, coughing nervously. “Every Minstrel," he said with a gravelly voice, “follows their own tune.” He chomped on a Doozer stick. “You don’t have to make everyone confused to be Minstrel, though it is pretty fun to watch everyone rack their brains trying to figure out what you said," he continued with a smirk.
Red rolled her eyes. “So, why did you drag me in here? I’m not the only fan of Princess Gwenalot stories. I’ve got Lou readin’ ‘em now.”
The Storyteller glanced at the male Fraggle. “You wanna tell her, John, or should I?"
He nodded towards the Storyteller, leaning back casually. “You’re the one he gave it to, toots.”
She pointed a finger at him, glaring. “I told you --.” She cleared her throat and dug under a pile of books, digging out the twin flute, the Magic Pipe, of the Lead Minstrel. “Here, Red," she told the young Fraggle.
Red leaned back with wide eyes. “Why d’you wanna give me that?" she exclaimed in panic. “I already got in trouble for holding onto that thing once.” She showed them a palm. “I got this weird glowing mark when I stole it … er … borrowed it that one time.”
John laughed. “Cantus only told you that to jerk your chain a little," he chuckled, slapping his knee. “He musta done a good job – you’ve been obsessed with thievin’ ever since!"
The Storyteller plopped the pipe in Red’s outstretched palm. She spoke with a soft voice. “The pipe is given to the successor to the Lead Minstrel.”
“Mark proves it," John added with amusement.
Red stared at it like it was a snake. Her hand trembled. “I always thought he liked Mokey better.”
John nodded. “She’d make a great Minstrel," he agreed. “But just because she shared his sense of dreamy weirdness doesn’t mean she gets to inherit the Pipe.”
“I’m afraid to ask why I inherit it.”
The Storyteller patted Red’s hands gently. “Princess Gwenalot did end up with Crooner. They had children and their children had children … including me, John, an’ Cantus.” She smiled. “Dear, your parents, bless their hearts, are descended from those two as well.”
John smiled. “We’re gettin’ too old for rompin’ around the Rock all day and all night," he explained cheerfully. He pointed at Red. “You got enough spunk to hit the road all day.”
Red stood, shaking her head vigorously. “With all due respect, I don’t want to hang out with those Minstrel guys!" she screeched. “They bore me to tears!" She looked at the Storyteller and Convincing John. “Besides," she added, looking down, her voice quieting, “I don’t want to leave --.”
The Storyteller stood and hugged Red. “You don’t have to join the Minstrels if you don’t want to right now," she explained gently. “It won’t hurt their feelings, and there’s no rule saying you have to do what all Cantus did. Look at Crooner – he did his job, even though he still liked to have fun and woo his Princess fair.” She used her fingers to point Red’s chin up so that they would make eye contact. “Cantus had you pegged since the first time he met you. That’s why he let you be first for the medley. He knew about your success in stopping the second Fraggle War. He knew the heart of Princess Gwenalot really did live inside you.”
John slowly stood up and walked over and patted Red on the back. “Just don’t use the Pipe as a handle for your weight-lifting, an’ everything’ll be fine!" he laughed.
