The Trial in 1791


At the trial, Lovey, was convicted
of using a trained squirrel to steal bread.

Dupres tried to control the court
with his telepathy but the facts were in.
He and Lovey had stolen bread
and it was a transportable offense.
For this was a time in history when
England was sending her criminals
to a place half way around the world
and depositing them into the penal
system of New South Wales,
known today as Australia.

Lovey was taken away in chains,
to be shackled below deck on
a prison ship until it set sail.

Dupres was given to the judge's
12-year-old daughter as a pet.
He was getting tired of this
pet business and considered
it more irritating than the time
he spent on death row.
He would have to escape quickly
if he were going to save Lovey
from his ocean voyage.

The child was gentle enough and the squirrel decided to play along,
winning her trust so that she might let him out of the cage. Soon,
he was riding around on her shoulder, wearing the frilly muslin hat
of one of her dolls. This went on for several days while Dupres
cased the home and made his plans for escape.

Then, it happened. The girl was so sure of the squirrel's loyalty
to her that she let him out of the cage and brought him to bed with her.
Acting as precious and cuddly as he possibly could, the murderous, ex con,
rebel squirrel leader snuggled under her chin until she dropped into deep slumber.

Slowly he slithered on his back, downward under the covers and out of her embrace.
He made his way to the end of the bed and slowly lowered himself to the floor.

He took a small piece of bread from the table and then
skinnied through a loose plank on the floor.

Below the small house, he looked for a way out.
Before he could reach freedom, several small bodies with
sharp teeth attacked him. Dropping his bread, he spun
and fought the dark figures with a wildness that sent
them reeling and screeching.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was able to make
out their forms while they fought over his bread.

Rats! Hungry, desperate rats.

"You punks need to get a grip!" He said as he sat back to lick a wound.

"They are my children," a female voice came from out of the stones.
"I'm sorry, they are just very hungry."
She came from out of the rocks, a dark graceful figure
a little more than half the size of the squirrel.

Dupres had no time to waste, "Do you know how to get to the prison ships?"
"Of course," she said. "But why would you want to go there?"
"I have a friend on board."
She laughed. "A human . . . You are the bread thief."
"And your little angels just stole bread from me." He shot back.

Dupres rather liked the little rat family.
As he made his way through the streets on the rat's directions
to the dock, he wondered why rats had never tried to organize.
Clearly, they were intelligent and there were plenty of them
to build a fine army . . . "Hey," he thought, "A rat army to help fight the cause."
Then he paused and decided that he had enough problems
trying to manage the rebel squirrel army back in Kentucky.

Once he reached the dock he looked out across the water at two prison hulks.
They were monstrous in appearance and size.
Retired military ships turned into floating prisons.
Which one was Lovey on and how was he going to get to it?
He did not want to be sitting at the dock when the sun came up,
so he figured he would have to swim while the night was his friend.

For the first time in weeks, he wished for a cigarette.
His appetite for them had waned since he had
started time traveling because cigarettes as he knew them
were not available and he was terrible at rolling his own.


To be continued . . .





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