The first official harvest Scarecrow now complete, and night upon the clubhouse, Tara stepped out to go place her project out into the fields. Walking slowly and carrying the scarecrow on her back she would have missed one of the staked Cod on the ground had her foot not bumped into one.
She gasped and looked down.
And what did her vampire eyes see? Rows and rows of staked fish like she was in some graveyard.
She screamed, dropped the scarecrow, and took off for the clubhouse. Once there she snatched Arthur up into her arms and began to sniffle.
"Tara, Tara..." started the doll who was pawing at her so she wouldn't smother him.
"Oh dollie, it's awful! There are staked vampire cod everywhere!" she cried.
"Vampire....cod?" Arthur said in puzzlement and managed to get free enough where he could take several breaths without pause.
"Yessum, they is all out there. That mean fish-lovin person that wrote the note is back!"
"Okay, Tara, first of all fish can't be vampires," he said with a smirk.
"How do you know?" she said.
"Because I do. They can either be a fish or a vampire, not both, so trust me these fish are just, well, fish," he said.
She made a face.
"Was there another note?" he asked.
She nodded. "Aye."
"Show me," he said.
"I don't want to go out there! What if they git me next?!" she cried.
"Tara, no one is going to 'get' you, so cut it out," said the doll who poked her cheek in frustration. "Let's go."
She walked the doll out into the front where she dropped the scarecrow and he could see all the cod staked out. They smelled horrible and they appeared to have been baked in what was the nasty effect of the afternoon sun recently gone down.
The doll sighed. "Pick up the note," he said and pointed to the piece of paper that had been turned over.
She bent down, picked it up, and showed it to him. The doll grinned.
"I like this guy," he said.
Tara's pigtails shot up. "What's it say?"
"Cod have you forgotten me already. It's code, Tara. Cod rhymes with God. Don't you git it?"
"Nuh uh," she said and shook her head.
"What happens when God forgets about you?"
"You are alone?" she said, unsure of whether or not that was correct.
"Yes, but what is the specific definition of that? The word people use to describe those forgotten by God?" he said.
"Royally screwed," she said and sat down on the porch.
"No, no, no! The word is Forsaken!"
She gasped. "Forsaken?"
"Yes. It's a direct challenge, Tara. Your guild is named the Forsaken Blades. I won't be surprised if the next note has something to do with sharp objects and whathave you," said the doll who was all proud of himself.
Tara made another face. "I dun wanna play dis game," she said.
"Well, you have to, so stop this whimpering and crying and let's come up with an appropriate response," said the doll who began to pace along her shoulderblades.
For a good hour Tara sat there and thought about how to respond and what to say but nothing came to her.
The doll, however, had a plan.
"Tara, start taking those fish off the stakes," he said and pointed to them.
She whimpered. "Oh, do I hafta, dollie? They's smell an' what if I break a nail or somefin?"
The doll growls. "Just do it and bring them back to me when you're done," he said.
Tara did as the doll commanded and soon every piece of cod was off the stakes. She placed each of them in her tutu because she did not have anything else with which to carry them and she stood there, dumbly, staring at him.
"Is done," she said.
The doll smiled and pointed to Jewel's pool next. "Go put all the fish in the pool," he said and she went to do as he said.
After all the fish were dumped into the pool, they all floated to the surface and the doll smiled.
He placed a note of his own on the ground and drove one of the stakes through it so it wouldn't fly and to get the note writer's attention. Tara looked down at it and scratched a pigtail.
"That dun make sense," she said.
"Yes, it does," said the doll. "Now, come inside, and let's see what happens," he said.
They both disappeared.
The note on the ground that was placed by the pond of the floating dead fish said:
Cod helps those, who help themselves