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    Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures
    Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures
    Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures
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    Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures

    By Julius Lovell

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    Come along for the ride, and step foot into the Realm of Roundabout—a whirligig of poetry and lyrics, outlandish fun and games, feuds and fusses, and an assortment of friendly, irritable, and extremely odd characters. Meet Sneaky the Tiger, Professor Dog, the Frog, the Rabbit, Hubbub the Wild Boar, the Grinning Monkey, the Lady of Red Roses, and many more. Take part in a bizarre game of badminton, a peculiar court case in the Carnival District, and an intense battle with the Dragon. Even learn how to bake the most delicious Cheese Pie by following the recipe contained in one of Roundabout's many poems. You'll have to see it and taste it to believe it!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJulius Lovell
    Release dateAug 5, 2017
    ISBN9781370644070
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      Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures - Julius Lovell

      Jonathan’s Roundabout Adventures

      By Julius C. Lovell

      Copyright 2017 Julius C. Lovell

      Smashwords Edition

      The book cover is the fantastical work of Melodye Whitaker. The bestest ever.

      Contact: juliusclovell@outlook.com

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      Table of Contents

      1st Time Around — The Songster and the Wheel

      2nd Time Around — The Tiger’s Challenge

      3rd Time Around — The Dog and His Letters

      4th Time Around — The Frog and His Coat

      5th Time Around — A Game of Hopscotch

      6th Time Around — Camillus is Coming!

      7th Time Around — Battledore and Shuttlecock

      8th Time Around — A Town Circle Ruckus

      9th Time Around — The Flower Girls and the Queen

      10th Time Around — The Closing of Heritage Trail

      11th Time Around — The Case in the Carnival District

      12th Time Around — The Knight and the Dragon

      1st Time Around

      The Songster and the Wheel

      Jonathan sat up in his bed and leaned against the wall. The fantastical pictures of the carousel book whirled around in his head. The woodmill shop, the carvers, the paint room, the horses, and all the animals that were once carved by hand—each danced around in a drowsy delirium.

      The carousel is a world of its own, Jonathan thought, still holding the book.

      His thoughts echoed throughout the room.

      It finally occurred to him that the military band music that had been faintly playing for the last minute or so was becoming rather loud now. So loud, in fact, that Jonathan opened his eyes.

      As soon as he did, he was taken aback by the little face staring at him. The man had sleepy eyes and a saggy cap dangling from his forehead. He was peeking out the back side of a goat’s saddle. The goat was attached to a pole—as well as the horse to the left. And right behind Jonathan’s bed (which, come to think of it, was more like a chariot) was a lion. There was a sculpting of George Washington’s face on the lion’s side, just below his flowing mane.

      Jonathan looked up to inspect the rows of light bulbs that decorated the rafters as well as the lights that framed the artistic panels around the center of the room. Just when Jonathan began to study the dragon in the reflection of the mirror, he was thrown backwards by a sudden jolt.

      The floor began to spin, and the animals started to move up and down on their poles.

      They went around.

      And around.

      And with each time around, they were going faster.

      And faster still!

      Before Jonathan knew it, the wind ripped the carousel book right out of his hand.

      Jonathan immediately grabbed hold of the chariot with both hands and found himself pressed against the back of his seat, hardly able to lift his head. The animals were jumping around frantically, threatening to break away from their cranks. And the sound of the WHIRLWIND drowned out the music from the band organ.

      Just then, the chariot broke loose from the platform, and was sucked up into the air.

      Jonathan was FLYING AROUND in the chariot, and everything was dark. Nothing could be made out (aside from the hippocampus that glided by and the painting of a fairy from a piece of a rounding board). Even though Jonathan couldn’t see, he could clearly feel himself soaring upward to the sky.

      But just when he began to contemplate how dreadful the landing was going to be, there wasn’t much of a landing at all. For Jonathan scarcely came down; it felt as if he had just plopped back down on his bed.

      He opened his eyes. To his great astonishment, it was his bed.

      What a flight! said Jonathan to himself, his hand over his heart.

      Rather than risk a recurring episode, he quickly jumped out of bed.

      The bed was a stately bed with wooden spires and draperies. The walls of his bedroom were made of stone, and were decorated with lit candles. A chandelier hung from the ceiling by golden chain links. There was a huge fireplace with a flame dancing about, warming the room quite comfortably.

      Jonathan walked up to a tall mirror. I could’ve sworn I put my pajamas on, he said.

      He was sporting a black coat with a cutaway front and tails in the back. A matching pair of dress pants, a white vest, a bowtie, and shiny, black dress shoes completed the outfit.

      "I don’t recall going to bed in a tuxedo. Though I absolutely love it."

      Jonathan’s hair was neatly combed; quite handsome he was. He kept changing stances, admiring his fine-looking appearance when, all of a sudden, a voice of someone singing was heard not too far away. It was a fascinating blend, something between a man’s voice and the sound of a flute.

      Oh Rusiphelle, Rusiphelle,

      How lovely you are;

      So stunningly beautiful,

      A dazzling star!

      That doesn’t sound like Dad, said Jonathan, his eyebrows crinkled with curiosity. Who on earth could be singing like that?

      Jonathan left his bedroom and entered a great hallway that was very unlike the hallway he remembered. There was a set of china hutches with tall glass doors and all sorts of trinkets and jewelries. Farther down the hallway was a portrait of a man riding on a horse; the name M. C. Illions engraved on a nameplate.

      He moved toward the staircase at the end of the hallway and paused to lean over the balcony.

      Oh Rusiphelle, Rusiphelle,

      There’s charm in your cheeks;

      When you gorgeously smile,

      I could watch thee for weeks!

      Jonathan slowly and softly descended the staircase, one large stony step at a time, trying to smother the slightest sound of his dress shoes. When he stepped down from the final step, he found himself in a spacious living room. In front of a fireplace, he noticed a chair facing the opposite direction. Someone’s shadow flickered against the wall.

      Now Rusiphelle, Rusiphelle,

      What would I do

      If I couldn’t drink coffee

      Together with you?

      Who in the world was he singing to? Jonathan only counted a single silhouette.

      Just then, someone got up from the chair and turned sideways a bit. After a few steps away from the fireplace, the person came into view, not at all noticing Jonathan. To the boy’s great wonder, it was a Cherub. He was several feet tall and had a youthful face with wavy hair that covered his ears. He was wearing a velvety robe, and his sturdy wings projected through the back. He was holding a little handheld mirror up to his face, still singing—to himself!—while tenderly waving his free hand.

      Oh Rusiphelle, Rusiphelle,

      Your name brings me cheer;

      I’d repeat it for hours—

      No, forever, my dear!

      Not at all alarmed by such a Cherub, Jonathan spoke up. Excuse me.

      The Cherub flinched and then flung around. Who are you? What are you doing here? He placed his hands quickly behind his back.

      My name is, Jonathan. And you must be…um…Rusiphelle?

      At first, the Cherub blushed. But then in a moment he placed his little mirror down on the table. Yes, said the Cherub calmly. He gave a flap of his wings. That is my name. Now how did you get here?

      Well, I live here. This is my house.

      "This is not your house. This is my secret getaway, and I don’t know how you found it."

      "Well, all I can tell you is that I just got out of bed and came downstairs."

      You were upstairs?

      Well, yes. That’s where my bedroom is.

      "And what were you doing in your…bedroom?"

      Reading a book about the history of the Carousel; how a Master Carver once carved all these—

      Never mind! interrupted the Cherub. He leaped into the air and began hovering around the room. Then he rested upon the chandelier, his little legs dangling off the edge. He sat there in deep thought. So much so that Jonathan didn’t dare say another word.

      Looking down, the Cherub finally broke the silence. I don’t know how you did it, but you must’ve gotten off the Sky Wheel and then broke into this Castle.

      I’m not sure what you’re talking about, sir. I never got off any such wheel; and I definitely didn’t have to break into my own house.

      "You can’t lie to me, you invading schoolboy. I know a lie when I hear one. And I don’t mind your trespassing so long as you’re not invading my space. This is my place, not your place, you hear! Somehow or other—I don’t know how you managed to do it—but you got off the

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