Tales of Great Fortune XI - A tale of contemplation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A very introspective, yet still great, Trenlin finds himself in a difficult situation and leverages his unique abilities to help him out.

Submitted: March 17, 2016

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For the first time in months, the future was looking bleak for the Great Trenlin. It wasn't the first time he accidentally locked himself into his own cellar. He knew from experience and from relying on his enormous fortune telling skills that it could take hours before Porric would get thirsty and go for some milk from the cellar. Silently, he regretted the fact that Porric had not noticed the broken door handle at this side of the door. It was hard to see how someone who greatly lacked observation skills, would have any chance of becoming a great fortune teller.
 
With a great sigh, the Great Trenlin attempted to sit down on the stairs, mislocated them and promptly tumbled down as if he was playing the stairs like a strange chime. 
Laying down at the bottom, next to the potatoes, he immediately realized his intuition had made the right decision. It would be dangerous waiting that close to the door.
 
The Great Trenlin recovered and decided to concentrate. If he was lucky enough, Porric would be concentrating as well and could be open for messages sent via tele-something. There was a real world for that tele-something, but the Great Trenlin could not remember it. It was a clear sign that the information was not important.
 
After hours of deep meditation, the Great Trenlin decided that Porric was not listening at all. It was no surprise. His underling always had a tendency towards rebellion. It was something that would surely have to be discussed during his next performance review.
The situation left the Great Trenlin little choice but to apply advanced methods. Only the Old-eastern Global Antenna position would be strong enough to reach Porric's untrained brain, if any. 
 
The Old-Eastern Gloabl Antenna position could only be attained by people who had years of training and experience in conveying messages. Sometimes even people working in a help desk would not be able to execute all required movements adequately. The Great Trenlin was aware of this. Still, there was no reason not to be confident about his Global Antenna skills. After all, he did read a book about it.
 
Exhaling deeply, the Great Trenlin tried to ignore the distinct smell of expired yoghurt that was terrorizing the cellar. He bent over deeply to get into touch with mother earth, all the way through the massive layers of concrete that formed the foundations of his house. He held that position just long enough to endure a minor muscle fracture in his back, then he violently rose to symbolize his connection with heaven. With a great shock, the Great Trenlin realized his fingers got stuck in the power socket nearby.
 
A shaking feeling went all the way through his body. The Great Trenlin managed to unplug his fingers just before he passed out.
He felt greatly re-energized and a big smile appeared on his face.
A power outage would surely bring Porric to the cellar to check the plugs. 


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