tveir, ţrír, fjórir, fimm, sex, sjau, átta!"
Kirstin's friend Renee says
What is Beorn to do, when not one, but two nagging voices
assail him? Beorn goes dancing of course. Beorn is
But üwitćndhes to him, it is not to be the familiar two
step shuffle. Instead, it is "Salsas".
This is dance from the Southern Americas that Beorn knows
not the first thing about, except that he is in need of
more feet and an extra bit in his middle.
Wiggling of hips is important to this dance. For Beorn,
it is like trying to row while he is facing the oar.
Renee she has danced these Salsas many time before and is
quite good. She spin very fast. At least Kirstin has the
same pair of left feet that Beorn have. Or maybe Kirstin
have the left feet, and Beorn have the right.
I am sit most of the time and drink water with limes
through a straw.
Salsa look like complicate dance, and too fastness. Beorn
is grudgingly impressed by the work togetherness of some
couples, but this is not stopping him nearly being hit
twice by spinning peoples, and someone with pointy heeled
shoes trod upon his left foot.
A girl that Beorn knows not, asks him to dance. It is
more terrifying than running into trouble on a distant
Beorn is know only a few things. The one-two-threes, the
shuffle, and the limbo (only when he is merry). He is
know a little of old danzleikr, and can dance in a circle
to the left and to the right. He can go forward and go
back, and even put his right leg in and shake it all
about. Sometimes I am even knowing dances of eight
peoples, but not this 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 & move like it
Fortunatly, it is another dance, this of Meringues, which
is easier on Beorn, it is like his two step shuffle, just
a little faster. Beorn survives.
Then the band is play another dance called Samba, and it
all over in the foot department.
When surrounded by small rodents, Beorn can see it is
practical to be moving the feet this much.
The girl joins her group of friends, and they stomp
invisible rodents like it is no tomorrow.
I can see why they are good at football in the South
Beorn is playing of the
game Tetris. I press tiny buttons on a little device, and
plonk, the little squares move just so!
Kirstin, she reads of the Pimpernel of Scarlet.
It is not a name of manliness. Beorn has not much of a
manliness description either, but at least he is not a
delicate little petal.
"Bjarnbrún" is sometime of a name he get on
account of his frown. He is also called "The
Reluctant", a slightly unfair appraisal. I am merely
making a studied judgement before agreeing to anything
that may be of foolish enterprise.
Like reading a big book in which there appears to be much
singing of songs ending in "-o", with Hobbite.
Beorn is thinking that such waste of times make Mr Sauron
seem quite reasonable. Speculating also, is Beorn, as to
what really happen with the missing auga of Ođínn.
Perhaps it got bored and decided to go sit on a tower for
a better view. Beorn cannot say but he suspects much, and
understands little, of this book. Why he is being made to
read of it, he is not entirely sure.
He would even be happier to read of the little Pimpernel
- it is a much smaller book... Not that Beorn cannot read
a big book, but a little book would be sooner done with,
and Beorn could return to playing Tetris uninterrupted.
This handgame I am think would have been a great
entertainment for those many days in a langskip. Yet I am
also think there would have been fights over whose turn
it would be, and it would be lost to waves in no time. Or
Magnus would settle things by keeping it all for himself
and Beorn would have to resort to counting seagulls
Beorn is not a little
yellow buttercup of joy and happiness. Kirstin teases him
and it is unfair. I am go back to the little bricks of
Additional, from K.
~ On a forum of my moderation, a link was posted to the
work of a fifth grade class in Newfoundland. The children
of Humber Elementary produced much wonderful
artwork, and I even noticed Beorn smiling at it. A rare
occasion indeed, for my buttercup of joy!
nítjándi, month 4. Ţúsund sex hundrađ átttu tigir
It is about átta
hundrađ years, and still I am not having learnt of
The longbus is only useful to a point, and not useful at
all when it sails by the stopping without the stop.
Oftentimes Beorn must walk.
Beorn is walking to the little park on the corner many
times, and is knowing most of the pigeons by their first
name. Some he is even knowing by the name of their
fathers, usually is Grár Grársson, or Grár
Grársdottir. (Grey, son of Grey/daughter of Grey ~
The streets of Auk'land are long and much the same at
Kirstin reminds me this is not the correct of spelling
but with this being largest occupied city for these lands
and still growing, Auka is more appropriate than Auck.
I am thinking also that "City of the
Vátr-árangr" would not go amiss, as it is rain
here many times, and is also surrounded with waters. And
sometimes little boats. Sometimes big boats. And
sometimes even very big boats of an unsubtle size which
have somehow been successful in the raiding of shores.
They bring their herfang home in the large metal
containments of easy stacking.
Beorn is thinking that those big stackings would not have
been a good use in his times long since. Not for
langskipr even such as those that hold many men. The boat
would sink most certainly, even if one could put two
either side of the sail for balance.
But at home, Kirstin does have some very practical skokkr
of plastics, with the lids of easy snap fastening and of
a size as would hold at least half a man worth of
And they are proofed of water - something as would be
most useful when at sea.
Many a time Beorn would have liked such a box as this, to
keep the dryness of clothing. Not that his bag of the
oiled skins was bad, but the plastic skokkr and the
snickersnack lid would have made Beorn the envy of many.
Perhaps is sensible to have the oilskin bag then, for the
box would only have been commandeered by Magnus. And he
never got wet. Not even in the very seas of highness.
Then again, Magnus never tried to live in Aukaland.
tuttugu ok nfundi, month 3, Ţúsund sex hundrađ átttu
tigir ok fjórđi.*
Roast of lamb with
little minted peas!
Beorn is very simple of wishes, simple wishes are of the
easier granting, so tonight he is happy of stomach.
But she -who-scowls admonishes me for not doing more
She will get wrinkles in holding this hnipinn face.
I will be making up some words to keep her of happiness.
How I am considerate.
So the Hobbite are going on a big walk and the hobbite
get to a place of drinking. Mr Gandalf is not there,
Beorn is not surprised. Anyone who is wearing such big
hat with so much beard is hiding something. All he is
need are the glasses of darkness, and nobody be of
knowing anything at all.
Then there is the smoking man.
More secrets are being kept of this Strider. Here is the
novelty of words come to play, there are two older words
of similarity to my hearing. Strďdha, which is meaning
to make war, and stríđr, which is meaning severe.
A man bearing such a name clearly means more to the eye
than the taking of big steps.
Hobbite are wise not to be trusting of him, and why again
is not the ring being given of to Mr Gamgee who is the
better prepared for such things? When one wishes to sneak
quietly, one does not bring three others along for the
The turning of the weather has begun. I am speaking of
this world outside of the book. It rains smár tonight.
* By the old reckoning
of the Norse, where: Ţúsund = 1200, + sex hundrađ
(720), + átttu tigir (80), ok fjórđi (and 4th) -
What were they
You are the one to
Is that a sink of
dishes I see before me?
You don't want me to
reply, do you? I am thinking this is a hint. Your
subtleness could be improved upon.
Go get 'em Tiger! ;)
Átti ok tuttugandi,
Laugardagr, month 2, 2004
the large book.
I think there is much wasteful behaviour, and that Mr
Gandalf should have given of the ring directly to Sam.
Beorn will not disagree with mushrooms, which in butter
are quite tasty. They are even better when someone else
does the cooking and the cleaning, but Kirstin is not
wise to the hints of men.
It is as though her brain holds up a skjaldborg when
Beorn is talking - no thoughts get in at all!
So. What more of the Hobbite? Beorn thinks they are off
to a drykkrhřll named for a Pony.
They are also meeting the Álfrliđ who are running away.
Beorn thinks the álfr like their clothing clean and be
hrćddr of a little dirt or blóđ lest it leave a mark.
This is not to worry. In times of trouble, is best to
have the Dvergrliđ instead. Beorn likes Dwarfe.
And Beorn knows how to use the ţváskokkr.*
*Ţváskokkr - the
wash receptacle = washing machine.
Now if Mr Cleverpants would also hang his washing out to
dry, we might be getting somewhere.
Have you looked outside lately? It is much rain, erfiđr
In case you haven't
noticed for the past many years, there is also such a
thing as a ţurrskokkr too, skapraunar man!
Yes I have noticed. Have you cooked mushrooms lately?
That I haven't noticed.
That would be
Yesterday is not today.
You ate them all.
What's your point?
I like your fritters of corn almost as well...
And that would be a
I'll think about
it, and you don't try pushing your luck.
(I would never be
pushing my luck, that would be foolish. Beorn is a very
careful man, who knows when enough speak is enough. He
can be as quiet as a tiny mouse. He also is knowing when
enough type is enough, for the now, this is so.)
Some day of the
end of week bit, but Beorn is in bed and does not want to
look for that which is a calendar, month 2, year fjórir.
Kirstin is being
I think it is about love. Love is something Beorn knows
about, but has little understandings of why it is so
tricky in the workings for such a little word.
Beorn is thinking that if you could wield love on a field
of battle, then there would be more woundings than any
sword could accomplish. Perhaps with a little less of the
That much is true.
My mission to comment upon the big book is going at the
very pace of slowness.
It is clear to Beorn however, that in the first chapter
Mr Bilbo-the-Hobbit is in collusion with the Dwarfe, and
I am much incline to believe in the speculation of the
other Hobbite that there are tunnels at the back of his
house. Is simple. He did not invite the dwarfe to his
party, and yet when he is back in the house, there they
are. Unless the dwarfe have sworn to life of abstinence,
I do not believe they would pass through this Hobbiton
and not be partaking of öl at a party of special
magnificence. It would be unseemly.
I do not think Mr Bilbo is to be trusted. Nor do I think
is Mr Gandalf. Perhaps it is the hat. Time will tell is
Gandalf reveals himself as Óđinn , or not.
month 1, year fjórir.
See how Beorn has learned his making of faces with
letters and such.
Beorn is making of a frown because somebody has been
making photographs of Beorn's little sketches.
It is not the making of the photograph, but that then
Kirstin says "Here Beorn, read this book and tell me
what you think about it."
I am thinking it is a
book, and it is big. Not that Beorn is incapable of
reading such a book, with a hatted man who looks like
Odinn on the cover. It might even be interesting. She
tells me it is the book that comes before the movies.
This much I understand, and no doubt it was also a tale
before it was a book, recited from one person to another,
just like Beowulf, and other Edda.
Beorn has no problem with that, as long as he is not
expected to remember every word perfect. What Beorn is
not happy about is the writing of what Beorn thinks about
the book, that Kirstin has decided Beorn must do. >:(
>:( ~ B.
Tiwsdagr, month 1, two zeros fjórir.
Hai, Beorn has not even
finished with the aldinnár , when a new one is thrust
Still, what is one more ár among thousands?
The best bit about the washing of dishes, is squeezing
the bottle of soaps after tipping a little into the sink.
Sometimes Beorn is getting many little bubbles all foof
up into air. Sometimes he is getting none, but that is
how it is.
Kirstin she laughs, and says she will keep me around. I
was not aware of the importance beholden to the washing
of dishes, only that they are dirty, and Beorn prefers
his dishes to be clean.
I wield the vápn of cleansing, and the dishes submit to
my will, they are placed neatly upon the rack, so.
Maybe I have a mug of tea afterwards.
I have contemplated the brush that scrubs, and imagine
that if it were made of metals and wood, and slightly
bigger, that it would have made a fair vápn of battle.
Kirstin jokes that she will buy a toy boat and put it in
the sink when I am not looking.
I know the foolishness of this. To sail in such foam is
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