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Dog is god spelled backwards quote

Favourite books : The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams and The Bible

This is a personal story.

All names are fictional and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is unintentional and coincidental.

Prologue

It all started with my birthday.

It had been a good year. My friends and family had all turned out in their finery and I had been getting pampered with fine wines, fine foods and good company. For some reason I didn't mind. I had all the power I needed, and I did everything I wanted. I was happy.

Then I woke up the morning of my birthday, in the big bed I had always wanted.

The curtains had been drawn and the bedside lamp was switched on. I could see my reflection in the mirror. I looked pale and ill. I felt tired.

I didn't feel like celebrating my birthday. In fact I was going to do the opposite. I would be the master of my own castle, a king who ruled over all the lands that made up his realm.

I was going to be the Master of my Universe.

I started to feel dizzy. It was a nice feeling. The Master. I started to doze off.

And I dreamt.

It all started in a garden. I could see everything. I was sitting by a pond, admiring the flowers, when my name was called out to me. "You are late," said the voice.

I looked up and was shocked. It was my uncle.

I tried to get up and reach for the sword I had left on my lap. But I was too late.

Then I started to grow. The garden was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller. My body was changing shape. I was shrinking. And then, I knew that the pain was coming.

I woke up.

It was the sound of the front door closing that roused me.

I looked at my watch.

It was six-forty.

"How do you feel?" James's voice was a whisper.

I opened my eyes.

"Come and meet the boy," James said, and led me out of bed. He helped me up and walked me downstairs.

In the kitchen, I saw the usual breakfast crowd. My mother and uncle were chatting. They were still in their dressing gowns. Uncle Dave was smoking a cigarette.

"Uncle Dave, I've been to see a doctor. I think I have meningitis."

"Oh." Uncle Dave had been so used to having the house to himself that the sudden company left him a bit dazed. He looked at me. "Is that what it was?" he said. "I don't think we've got any meningitis."

My father laughed.

"Yes," I said. "I think it's the measles."

"That's a shame," Uncle Dave said, "but you're looking better. We'll get you some breakfast."

My mother was looking at me with an expression that I couldn't interpret. She seemed to be making up her mind.

"Do you want breakfast or not?" Uncle Dave asked.

My mother looked at him. "What about you?" she asked.

Uncle Dave shook his head. "I've got to go to work."

"Oh, Uncle Dave." My mother looked at me again. "Uncle Dave and I are going to go down to the village to get some provisions."

"The village?" I said.

"What, just the two of us?" Uncle Dave said.

"We can't leave the boy here on his own," my mother said.

"He's ten years old," Uncle Dave said.

"He's my son," my mother said.

"I'll take him with me," Uncle Dave said.

"You will?" My mother gave me a quick look, then looked at Uncle Dave. "Fine. We'll just go to the market for a bit."

"You two need to get dressed," Uncle Dave said. "I'm not going to stay here all morning."

"I want to stay here," I said.

"Just you wait until your father's better," Uncle Dave said.

"I can't go to the village in my pajamas."

"That's ridiculous. We'll get the doctor to come."

"I don't want the doctor. I don't want to go to the village."

Uncle Dave stopped, confused by my stubbornness. My mother picked up her bag and walked out of the room.

"What is wrong with you?" Uncle Dave asked.

"Nothing is wrong with me. I just want to stay here, that's all. I don't want to go to the village."

"Fine. We'll take you down to the village for some food and then we'll go get a proper doctor."

"I don't want a doctor," I said.

Uncle Dave picked me up in his arms. I started kicking and fighting. "Put me down!" I cried.

"If I do, you'll keep crying." Uncle Dave walked down the steps. I tried to get down. Uncle Dave carried me like a baby. He stopped at the bottom and set me down.

"All right. You can stay here. You'll have some breakfast and then we'll get the doctor. We'll leave in an hour. All right?"

"If I have breakfast," I said.

I ate quickly and waited until they left. Then I went back to my room. The room was neat. The clothes I had worn the night before were folded on the chair. A new dress, the one my mother had bought for me, was hung on the chair. The dress had lace and beads on it. I looked at it and wondered who had worn it before me.

I opened the closet. Inside there were several of my mother's dresses. I decided to take the one on top. She always wore that one when she left the village. I took it off the hanger.

The room was freezing cold. I shivered as I put on the dress. I was glad I had a blanket on the bed. I put the dress on and went down the steps.

Uncle Dave looked at me. "Your dress looks just fine. I can understand why you don't want to put it on."

I wanted to protest, but I said nothing. There were two girls sitting at the table. "I can do that for her," I heard my voice say.

The girls looked up. "Why, thanks. It will be a pleasure to help her. I can do my nails."

I watched Uncle Dave talk to the girls. They laughed.

"The doctor can be here in less than an hour. You'll be comfortable enough," Uncle Dave said.

I sat down and ate the breakfast he put in front of me.

"We'll have a nice outing today," Uncle Dave said. "The boat is ready. We'll leave in an hour."

As soon as he left the room, the girls spoke up. "Did you see the dress on her? It is so pretty. I've never seen anything like it. I bet she will look beautiful."

"I'm sure she will. She looks just like her mother. She always did


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