Read Cinnamon Bun Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight - Walking Songs

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight - Walking Songs

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight - Walking Songs

We had to usher the last bun off the Beaver Cleaver. It was really hard, because they really didnt want to leave. The whole lot of them had only grown more and more excited as they bounced around the inside of the ship.

I thought that maybe Clive wouldnt like having so many little people on the ship, but somehow he gathered a bunch of the littler ones in a big pile before him and started telling these great stories about strange places and weird peoples that hed met while travelling.

I wont say that I was envious of the kids listening to his stories, but I did kind of want to join them. They certainly seemed to enjoy it, every ear that could perked up and listening.

Alright, I said as I helped the last little one down the ladder. Wed lowered the Beaver until his keel was just brushing the grass, just in case a bun went over the edge. It also meant that the ladder wasnt as much of a climb. Thats the last of them, I cheered.

Amaryllis had her feathers poking out every which way, and Awen looks just as bedraggled. Even Bastion looked a bit mussed up.

Wow, I said. Youre all really bad with kids.

They kept pulling my feathers! Amaryllis shrieked.

A few of the little buns still nearby squeaked and bounced off.

They found them pretty, I said. Which they are.

Dont try to flatter your way out of this, she said while brushing her talons through her feathers. Youre too dumb to get away with it.

Her reply was met with laughter, but not from me. I turned to find Momma wading through a sea of little buns. There had to be forty or fifty that had come aboard the Beaver to bounce around our decks and ooh and ahh at everything while annoying the scallywags and the rest of the crew.

When I said youd make an impression, Momma said. Even I didnt think it would be this big. Thank you for giving the little ones a tour.

My pleasure, I said. They were really well-behaved.

Thats good to hear, Momma said. She glanced over my friends, then back to me. Were about to leave. If you want to come with us, nows the time.

I nodded. Id love to. We have all of our stuff ready. Uh, should we follow you?

You can, Momma said. I still have to inform a few people that well be gone for a spell. Do you want to meet by the north gate?

I bobbed my head up and down. Sure thing! I said. She rubbed my head, the same way she pat the little ones as she moved past them.

I watched her move off, then skipped over to my backpack and spear, both left a little ways under the Beaver. Amaryllis picked up her own pack, and Awen put on her heavy coat and slung her crossbow over one shoulder and a satchel over the other. Bastion had the smallest pack. A small purse-sized thing strapped low on his back and out of the way of his wings.

I think this might be a lot of fun, I said as I started heading north. I waved to all the little ones we crossed, and they waved and cheered us on.

Im already exhausted, Amaryllis said.

Oh, come on, it cant be that bad! I said. Its an adventure.

Ive been on adventures with you.

And youre still alive and just as grumpy as when we first met, I said.

Amaryllis huffed most mightily.

We found Momma where she said shed be. With her were three other buns. The huge one wed met when we arrived at Hospalot, though now instead of simple clothes and a big apron, he was in full plate armour, with a shield planted by his side that had to weigh as much as three Broccolis. He had a hammer sitting on the ground next to him, with a long haft and a head that looked a bit like the bottom of one of those two-liter soda bottles, but meaner.

Next to him was a small bun woman in a thick bundle of cloth with a cascade of red hair pouring out of a leather cap. Her gambeson, all brown and padded, made her look like a marshmallow with two ears sticking out the top. She had a pair of big gauntlets on, and bigger boots with metal studs on them.

And finally there was a small bun man, in a much thinner gambeson with knives strapped to his hips and a big black cloak over everything.

Momma had changed out of her summer dress at some point, and now wore half-plate over her chest and a ringed skirt with chainmail here and there. She only had a knife by her side, and it looked more utilitarian than a weapon. Her helmet only hid half her face, and made her look like some sort of long-toothed monster with a big mane.

Are you all ready to set out? she asked as she lifted a pack over her shoulder with a casual swing.

I was starting to get what Bastion meant about her being on the stronger side.

Yup, I said. Is this everyone?

It is, Momma said.

I bowed a bit to our new friends, then grinned at the lot of them until my cheeks hurt. Hi, Im Broccoli Bunch, Ill be in your care today. I hope that I learn lots and that we become great friends.

Buster Hopsy

Desired Quality: Someone who looks up to him

Dream: To never see a friend be hurt

That was for the big guy in the plate armour.

Carrot Lopsy

Desired Quality: Someone fun

Dream: To fill Hopsalot with little buns

That was the red-headed bun, who grinned right back at me.

Peter Flopsy

Desired Quality: Someone quiet and understanding

Dream: To retire peacefully, and away from all the noisy people he likes

And that was the rogue-looking one. He seemed nice, but I had the impression it would be hard to make friends with him.

Momma introduced everyone by name, and my friends did the same. And then, just like that, we were off.

The area surrounding Hopsalot was pretty much cleared of any woods. A lot of open space, with little rocks jutting out of the ground here and there, and spaces that were covered in lush grass and little fenced-off patches where unfamiliar plants were growing in neat rows.

We passed a couple of farmers with big floppy sun hats on our way to the woods. Momma waved at them, and they would wave back, or call out for us to have some good luck on our adventures.

When we grew closer to the woods, Buster cleared his throat and started to hum a low, droning tune.

Off to the woods and off to play

I went off to hike and find some fun

I danced in the sun and rain all day

Off to the woods and on, my son

I bounced with a bonny with bright blue eyes

And I scuffed my knees on my own pride

In the morrow she came with a surprise

I found myself with both hands tied

Oh, off to the mill and off to fun

Because my blue-eyed bonny was fat with sons

Buster and Carrot and even Momma sang the last line together. Carrot, as it turned out, couldnt carry a tune. At all. She was downright awful, but it was really encouraging because she was so enthusiastic about it. It didnt help that the song had a strange tune to it.

That was great, I said.

Momma chuckled. Do you know any walking songs? she asked.

I shook my head. Nope, but I wouldnt mind learning!

The winter songs are nicer, Peter said.

Its not the right season for that, Carrot chirped. Not yet, at least.

I wouldnt mind hearing it anyway, I said.

Peter nodded, then started in a really pretty, lilting voice.

Walk, this path through the sleet and rain

Snow, the sky sends for our heads

Grit the will to bear all the strain

Drive a-way the fear and dread

Cold, the dark of the win-try night

Buns, the lead-ers char-ging bold

Warm-ing hearts to set them a-light

Push-ing on and we for-e-ver hold

Without really even realizing it, I found myself stepping in time with the others, the clangs and bangs of Busters armour playing the drums to which Peter set his tune.

When he repeated the whole thing over from the start, I found myself humming as the other buns joined in with their own voices.

Awa, I... I know a walking song, Awen said. By then we were a good few minutes into the forest, the trees clawing up at the sky around us, and masking the sun in layers of shifting green leaves.

Really? I asked. The only songs I knew were ear-worms, and I didnt want to ruin this world by introducing Barbie Girl to it.

Awen coughed a few times, then took a deep breath. Her cheeks were already a little rosey from the attention, but she seemed intent on singing anyway.

Mattergrove girls ain't got no worries

When they see a boy they spread their knees