Tales of Great Fortune XXV - A tale of hypnosis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin abides his time while waiting to make it big in the business of fortune telling and mentors his underling Porric in his hypnosis session.

Submitted: June 02, 2016

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"Cluck like a chicken."

"Buk buk buk buk brrr-awk!"
"Cluck like a chicken without a cold."
"... Buk buk buk buk... brrr-awk!"
"Now, roar like a sissy lion."
"Meow! Sh sh sh sh... meow."
 
The Great Trenlin rolled his eyes in disbelief and latent frustration as he saw his co-worker once again prove himself to be a liability to his fortune telling company. With great foresight, the Great Trenlin knew he had to take action quickly.
 
"Stop it, Porric! You are disgracing the noble art of hypnosis. It is intended to get into touch with your inner self, to mine for thoughts and energy long lost. It is not supposed to be used as a tool for the amusement of the ordinary people."
"Ah come on, I haven't had this much fun in years," the customer replied before Porric could even open his mouth, "When I do things like this at home or at work, people think it is ridiculous. Here I can express myself freely."
Porric stared at the customer, shrugged and used his hand to make a conjuring gesture that was immediately recognized by the Great Trenlin as a weak imitation of his own skilled movements. He could almost resist the urge to sigh deeply.
 
"Bark like a dog."
"Porric!"
"Grrr. Woof! Woof! Woof! Grr. Woof!"
"But sir," Porric turned to his superior and, as the Great Trenlin knew, big example in life, "he IS the one who is paying money for this session."
The Great Trenlin relented, much against his own beliefs and values. He condoled himself by trying to believe that he was just making another customer happy, even though he always refuted the claim that fortune telling was mere entertainment. With a magnanimous gesture, he indicated that Porric could continue.
"Hoot like an owl."
"Grrr. Woof! Woof! Woof! Grr. Woof!"
"No.... Hoot like an owl, I said..."
"O, come on! Barking is so much more fun! Grrr. Woof! Woof!"
 
"Please, Porric, I really cannot take this anymore. We have a reputation to behold, you know."
"Do we?"
"Get out of my way, Porric. I will give a proper demonstration of hypnosis before our good customer demands a refund."
 
The Great Trenlin was slightly surprised to see that Porric did not ssem to look forward for another opportuntity to learn and grow into a fortune teller in his own right. It was a saddening pattern in his co-worker's character. And one of many reasons why he did not seem to be able to earn himself a raise.
 
"Now," the Great Trenlin commenced skillfully as he took place opposite to the customer; "where do we start?"
"Maybe I could quack like a duck?"
"Sleep!"
As if struck by a form of very unlethal yet highly tiresome lightning, the eyes of the customer fell wide shut. The Great Trenlin wasn't the slightest bit surprised.
 
"Well then," he used his best Morgan Freeman impression, hoping, no... knowing that he was not confronted with a white supremacist, "imagine you are wandering in the woods. The smell of spring lightens the atmosphere. Glimmers of sunshine fall down from the almost cloudless sky and draw artistic contours of bushes and trees on the earthly surface."
The customer did not react. Probably he was not fully in his REM sleep yet.
 
"You stroll through the woods happily. Life is as pretty as can be. See the sunshine! Feel the air rushing through what's left of your hair! Smell the flowers! Taste the spring on the tip of your mouth. Oh yes... This must be heaven."
The customer seemed to pick up the suggestions of the Great Trenlin. With his eyes still closed, he said upright in his chair and made rythmic movements with his upper body to the tones of a song unheard to mankind.
 
"But suddenly," the Great Trenlin threw in unexpectantly, "a dark shadow is cast over the forest! Is it a cloud, is it a plane falling from the sky? It does not feel like it. This is not normal. This is supernatural. This is unlike anything you've ever felt in your live."
With a hint of anxiety, the customer starting shuffling up and down on his chair.
"The moon rises in broad daylight and you feel its energy rushing through your vains. You know, you just KNOW that this is how werewolves feel right before they get transformed."
A slight squeak escaped from the mouth of the customer.
"You turn left and right, looking for a place to hide. Hoping to escape transformation. Praying that you would see out the night alive without being apprehended by a society that is hostile against the old forces of the universe. A great howl escapes from your deepest soul as you feel the beast awaken inside you."
The Great Trenlin saw the customer move uneasy in his chair.
"Do it. Howl! Howl like a wolf!"
"O, and if YOU do it, then it is OK or what?"
"Shut up, Porric. And howl with him! Howl!"
 
It seemed as if a force long forgotten rised from deep below as the customer and Porric produced their best howlings. The customer really seemed to be going along and was moving enthusiastically with the suggestions of the Great Trenlin.
 
"But what is that? A pack of foxes appears at the horizon! As fox is very conservative, they are sensing a tresspasser and are not willing to give up their territory freely. Would they dare to attack... ? It seems as if they waver... They do not dare to attack an apex predator, even if it is a lone wolf. 
But what is this? Is it the combination of the sun or the presences of the foxes, you do not know, but you do not tranform into a wolf. You look at your paws, hesitate and bend over to see your reflection in the river water nearby. You are not a wolf. You are a fox! And the pack shows no fear! Run! Run! For goodness sake, run like you never ran before!"
Following his frantic movement, the chair of the customer suddenly gave way, abiding part of Newton's and all of Einstein's laws while controversially disrespecting the higher powers of hypnosis. With a big cracking sound, it collapsed, sending the customer on an irreverisble path towards the floor. As the customer fell right upon a piece of chair with his tailbone, a high pitched squeak filled the room.
 
"How sad," the Great Trenlin noticed, "he was doing so well."
"Yes," Porris confirmed, "his dog impressions are so much better."


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