Gliding ever so gracefully down and settling more smoothly on the ground than you’d have anticipated, you’re dazzled by an assortment of items glowing fiery red in the darkness.
A unicycle is whirling in a loop above your head, its movements accompanied by a book lamp, a rotary phone, various bird cages, and a variety of other random objects.
Apart from the dim illumination from this source, the darkness is overwhelming, so you move ahead cautiously.
As you navigate the area, you take note of numerous more objects scattered on the floor. Among them is a crimson refrigerator, a scarlet grandfather clock, and a ruby throne. You take care not to disturb any of the stacks of folded red garments piled high around you.
“Careful,” a low, rumbling voice comes out of the gloom as you’re about to pick up a vase filled with fake, bejeweled flowers. “She won’t like that.”
Swiveling around to face where the voice is coming from, you hear your own voice trembling with anxiety.
“She? Who’s she?” You ask. “And who are you?”
Stepping into the faint glow enough to see their face, you discover the voice belongs to a man in the most regal clothing you’ve ever seen. He has a pointed beard and mustache, and his garb is discreetly decorated all over with little hearts and the letter K.
“You’re the Knave of Hearts!” You exclaim.
The man’s eyes narrow.
“How
knice of you to
knotice,” he says, pulling one side of his mustache through his fingers. “But I prefer to be referred to as the
Knave,” he stresses the usually silent letter, adding them elsewhere they don’t belong. “I’m here on behalf of the Queen to escort whoever is meant to turn up today.” His eyes draw down to your shoes, then back to your face.
“Apologies,” you offer a slight bow. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.” A pause occurs as you consider whether or not you should be taking part in this strange K situation apart from using the correct pronunciation for his title.
The knave pulls a knife out of some hidden pocket, then a raspberry scone from another. The third and final pocket he rummages into produces a jar of orange marmalade, which he opens, using the knife to spread a messy mound of marmalade over the scone before taking a bite. Sticky orange residue is left clinging to his whiskers.
“
Knot
knearly even as sharp as this
knife, are you?” He chews while he speaks, crumbs dribbling out of his mouth with each syllable. “Anyone who finds themselves here ought to
know that by k
now.”
That pesky cat! Surely it could have mentioned this, saving you from an awkward moment.
“How did you possibly manage getting here?”
From behind the knave's right side, a mischievous smirk from the cat pops up.
“The cat!” You shout, pointing.
He peers over that shoulder just as the cat vanishes. Its head appears on the other side, though its face seems to have changed.
“No, there!” You point again.
The farce continues as the cat disappears and turns up somewhere else with a different face, frolicking around cheerfully, evidently entertained by how frustrated you both become.
"Enough of this charade,” the knave declares wolfishly, brushing crumbs away from his chest. “We have business to attend to.”
Task:
Attempt getting the knave to spot the cat by pointing your finger and coloring in one of the following
Coloring Pages! Please use a variety of shades, and share below, keeping embedded images between
600x600 pixels.
{option one}
{option two}
{option three}Alternatively you may write
70 words about one of your favorite treats, additionally sharing a
Recipe you might use in order to make it (this recipe is separate from the word count expectation). What makes you love your choice so much? Do you have any special memories attached to eating it? Pictures are optional! Otherwise contribute a
Spill The Tea research piece in
135 words or more, sharing interesting, unusual, or little known facts in your own words about any person throughout history.
This task is worth
15 beans, with an additional
15 bonus beans for completing all Week Two tasks by end of activity.
Deadline is 11:59pm (HOL time) on Sunday April 30th.Gliding ever so gracefully down and settling more smoothly on the ground than you’d have anticipated, you’re dazzled by an assortment of items glowing fiery red in the darkness.
A unicycle is whirling in a loop above your head, its movements accompanied by a book lamp, a rotary phone, various bird cages, and a variety of other random objects.
Apart from the dim illumination from this source, the darkness is overwhelming, so you move ahead cautiously.
As you navigate the area, you take note of numerous more objects scattered on the floor. Among them is a crimson refrigerator, a scarlet grandfather clock, and a ruby throne. You take care not to disturb any of the stacks of folded red garments piled high around you.
“Careful,” a low, rumbling voice comes out of the gloom as you’re about to pick up a vase filled with fake, bejeweled flowers. “She won’t like that.”
Swiveling around to face where the voice is coming from, you hear your own voice trembling with anxiety.
“She? Who’s she?” You ask. “And who are you?”
Stepping into the faint glow enough to see their face, you discover the voice belongs to a man in the most regal clothing you’ve ever seen. He has a pointed beard and mustache, and his garb is discreetly decorated all over with little hearts and the letter K.
“You’re the Knave of Hearts!” You exclaim.
The man’s eyes narrow.
“How [i]k[/i]nice of you to [i]k[/i]notice,” he says, pulling one side of his mustache through his fingers. “But I prefer to be referred to as the [i]K[/i]nave,” he stresses the usually silent letter, adding them elsewhere they don’t belong. “I’m here on behalf of the Queen to escort whoever is meant to turn up today.” His eyes draw down to your shoes, then back to your face.
“Apologies,” you offer a slight bow. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.” A pause occurs as you consider whether or not you should be taking part in this strange K situation apart from using the correct pronunciation for his title.
The knave pulls a knife out of some hidden pocket, then a raspberry scone from another. The third and final pocket he rummages into produces a jar of orange marmalade, which he opens, using the knife to spread a messy mound of marmalade over the scone before taking a bite. Sticky orange residue is left clinging to his whiskers.
“[i]K[/i]not [i]k[/i]nearly even as sharp as this [i]k[/i]nife, are you?” He chews while he speaks, crumbs dribbling out of his mouth with each syllable. “Anyone who finds themselves here ought to [i]k[/i]now that by k[i]now[/i].”
That pesky cat! Surely it could have mentioned this, saving you from an awkward moment.
“How did you possibly manage getting here?”
From behind the knave's right side, a mischievous smirk from the cat pops up.
“The cat!” You shout, pointing.
He peers over that shoulder just as the cat vanishes. Its head appears on the other side, though its face seems to have changed.
“No, there!” You point again.
The farce continues as the cat disappears and turns up somewhere else with a different face, frolicking around cheerfully, evidently entertained by how frustrated you both become.
"Enough of this charade,” the knave declares wolfishly, brushing crumbs away from his chest. “We have business to attend to.”
[i][u][b]Task[/b][/u][/i]:
Attempt getting the knave to spot the cat by pointing your finger and coloring in one of the following [b][i]Coloring Pages[/i][/b]! Please use a variety of shades, and share below, keeping embedded images between [b]600x600 pixels.[/b]
[url=https://postimg.cc/RWQR9fnh][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RWQR9fnh/68-E6-C4-A0-C79-D-4539-8-A1-E-C3744121-A708.png[/img]
{[color=#0080BF]option one[/color]}[/url]
[url=https://postimg.cc/K4kDjCgd][img]https://i.postimg.cc/K4kDjCgd/ECA3940-E-CFE6-47-DC-873-C-2-E07-D425524-F.png[/img]
{[color=#0080BF]option two[/color]}[/url]
[url=https://postimg.cc/NK41ZcWr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/NK41ZcWr/B9-B70-CA6-1-FDC-4544-A183-1-E7214-EE151-B.png[/img]
{[color=#0080BF]option three[/color]}[/url]
Alternatively you may write [i]70 words[/i] about one of your favorite treats, additionally sharing a [b][i]Recipe[/b][/i] you might use in order to make it (this recipe is separate from the word count expectation). What makes you love your choice so much? Do you have any special memories attached to eating it? Pictures are optional! Otherwise contribute a [b][i]Spill The Tea[/i][/b] research piece in [i]135 words[/i] or more, sharing interesting, unusual, or little known facts in your own words about any person throughout history.
This task is worth [u]15 beans[/u], with an additional [u]15 bonus[/u] beans for completing all Week Two tasks by end of activity. [b][i]Deadline is 11:59pm ([url=http://hol.org.uk/calendar][color=#0080BF]HOL time[/color][/url]) on Sunday April 30th.[/b][/i]