Collecting Bogie Sauce
The aroma of warm coffee had never smelled so good to Edna.
She rolled out of bed and plod lazily to the kitchen. It was early Sunday morning,
a terrible hour for anyone to arise, even if they wished to catch a worm.
However, Edna had no other choice; she desperately
needed something of utmost importance and it could only be obtained at the stroke
of dawn in the Deserted Fairground. The sticky substance was easily contaminated
if not handled with care, this being the primary reason why she never trusted
anyone else to harvest Bogie sauce for her. Edna sipped the warm beverage from
a Haunted Woods mug and hoped that she would be able to get a decent amount
of sauce this time; after all, the berries on her shelf were wailing with impatience,
for what were Bogie berries without Bogie sauce?
The witch grabbed her Grundo-skin tote bag, a
magical glass bottle and muttered a quick word of thanks to the quivering Lil'
Frankie who had brewed the coffee, before flying off on her broomstick to the
The Deserted Fairground was dark and eerily silent,
which was usual for a place known to harbour rather shady characters. Besides,
said shady characters did not believe in the merits of adequate lighting, or
in waking up early like the rest of Neopia.
Edna tucked her broom under an arm and marched
to the quiet Bagatelle stand. It was widely known that once a year, Bogie sauce
sprung from a gap in the ground beside the stand. She threw back her shoulders
and wore a businesslike scowl. The fairground was fraught with shadows, large
and small, and the witch wished to give off an intimidating aura to anyone who
could be hiding in the dark. It was better to be safe than sorry, even though
few malevolent beings would dare to risk a confrontation with the powerful sorceress.
Why, who could have guessed that a Werelupe would dare to pounce on the Brain
Tree the other day…
"My, what a surprise," said a familiar and not-too-welcomed
Edna stopped abruptly and stared in consternation
at the hovering specter on her left.
"Eliv Thade," she hissed, "you're not allowed
to leave your castle!"
The specter shrugged, saying, "Circumstances
have changed. The wallpaper is peeling and I don't have enough gold to replace
The witch regarded Thade with suspicion. It seemed
strange that the Kacheek was in the fairground looking for gold. And haunted
houses were supposed to be in a dire state anyway, weren't they?
An unpleasant thought flashed through Edna's
mind. The only valuable thing here was Bogie sauce. Well, actually the most
expensive item was the hammer in Test-your-strength but it was enchanted to
disintegrate once stolen from the game stand. As the specter hovered closer
to the Bagatelle stand, Edna decided that she was not going to let him get away
with a single drop of her precious sauce.
"Surely you can't be here for Bogie sauce," she
sneered, "It has to be harvested with immense magical power and I don't think
that an ounce of intelligence will help."
Thade shot her a wounded look and folded his
"Why, planning to hoard the whole serving this
year? You always leave residue, don't you? That's all I'm here for," he said,
slightly affronted by the witch's dig at his lack of magical prowess.
Edna sneered and pretended to ignore him. No
one was going to get in the way of her and the Bogie sauce, she would make sure
Meanwhile, the ghost Lupe bit back an excited
howl and reminded himself, for the umpteenth time, that it was not a good idea
to let anyone know of his impending presence at the Deserted Fairground. It
was not a good time to be disturbed by Neopets anxious to restore their hit
points, as he was about to experience one of the greatest moments of his afterlife.
He thought of the wonderful dawn that would be
greeting him in a few minutes as he ran lithely through the Haunted Woods. Ever
the loner, the Lupe had resolutely refused to venture anywhere near the fairground
when it was discovered, because the hustle and bustle reminded him of friendly
company that he could never have. It was especially spiteful that a Deserted
Fairground would be teeming with Neopets. However, he had an ultimate weakness:
a stunning sunrise. Overhearing a conversation between the Brain Tree and Edna
the day before, he had learnt that there was a place where one could have a
beautiful view of the Neopian sunrise unrivalled by any other spot in the Haunted
It was at the Bagatelle stand in the Deserted
Edna and Thade regarded each other with hostility
as they stood on opposite ends of the game stand. The first rays of the sun
were about to rise any moment now and a green slimy substance would trickle
out from the gap in the ground.
"Five, four, three, two," whispered Edna as she
positioned the magic glass bottle strategically at the widening gap.
Dawn broke, the first bright rays lighting up
the dark sky, but no Bogie sauce flowed from the hole. The ghost Lupe howled
again, in appreciation at the lovely view of the sky, from the spot on which
he had pounced and settled down just a second earlier. His tail sat heavily
on the gap that Edna was bent over.
Eliv Thade watched in amusement as the furious
witch twisted her green face into a thundering expression and shook her paw
at the oblivious Lupe.
"MOVE!!" screamed the desperate witch. In a few
moments, when the sky was fully lit, the magic of Bogie sauce would be no more.
The ghost Lupe tilted his head towards her, his
eyes never leaving the sky.
"Look," he said in awe.
A livid Edna turned impatiently to glance at
what he was staring at. The sky was a dark blue sprinkled with a myriad of vivid
colours -- red, gold and orange -- all spreading out in various directions.
The rays sparkled and glittered, creating a portrait of shimmering beauty. She
gazed in wonder as each beam fanned out across the sky. As quickly as it started,
the enchanting moment ended when the rays swirled into a tiny compact yellow
circle. The sun was up.
"Wow," was all that eloquent Edna could say.
Eliv Thade blinked and sighed with contentment.
He had seen the dawn too, and a long-lost feeling of fluffy felicity filled
his heart. It seemed like everything in Neopia was well and good, a happy day
indeed. Why was he even thinking of refurbishing his castle? He was content
beyond words with his current home. He sauntered away, whistling to himself,
thoughts filled with the joy of solving puzzling anagrams.
Soon after, the ghost Lupe stretched himself
and scampered out of the Deserted Fairground with a dreamy howl, leaving Edna
alone at the Bagatelle stand, still holding onto the magic glass bottle. The
witch felt a fuzzy sensation wash over her. It brought back thoughts of all
the things in life that made her happy -- her Lil' Frankie, coffee in the morning
and making absurd demands on Neopians who accepted her quests. The persistent
tugging at the corners of her mouth eventually gave way to a wide smile, and
that was how the (rather shocked) owner of the Bagatelle stand found her a few
At the other end of the Haunted Woods, the Esophagor
grunted in disgust as it spewed yet another trail of green gooey substance at
the Brain Tree. With a chuckle, the ancient plant wiped Bogie sauce off its
trunk with a branch.
"Another one of your underground passages?"
it asked, knowing full well that the specific tunnel between the Esophagor and
the Bagatelle stand was meant for the game owner to feed the hideous creature
with the latest haunted wood treats.
"Cluuuuumsy Lupe, didn't he knooooow about the
gappp? I'm nooot eating Booogie berries ever agaaaain."
"I guess it's kind of disappointing for me that
my huge brains didn't consider the effect of pressure on Bogie sauce. My apologies,"
said the Brain Tree, "But you've got to admit that it was a good ending."
"Whaaat iss soo good about thaaattt?"
"I wanted Edna to know that there are other
things in the Deserted Fairground besides Bogie sauce," the Brain Tree boomed.
"She was too dismissive of the magical dawn yesterday. Far too dismissive."