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PETHERFENNY: A DIGITISER2000 FAIRY TALE

9/6/2016

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You look around your workshop and sigh. The life of a carpenter is a lonely one. You wish you had somebody with whom to share your shelves and lathe. You are friendless and without family or pets.

​If only you had somebody upon whom to bestow your great 
capacity for love.
Depressed, you choose to go for a walk. Unfortunately, your route takes you through the local woods, where the borough Father & Son Association are having their annual camping trip. 

"Have you come here with your son?" ask one of the fathers, with a dry, mocking, laugh. "Or are you a boyless man?"

And though you are sufficiently riddled with envy to grab his tongue, and pull on it really hard - resulting in a police caution (the less said about that the better) - you decide to use all your available skills to put an end to your misery.

You are going to return home and make yourself a special son of your very own!
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You work long into the night, sawing and hammering. All those years at carpentry school weren't wasted after all. You make a wooden pancreas, a pair of wooden lungs, and a wooden anus. Everything a boy might need to get through life!
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As the gilded luminescence of early afternoon filters into the workshop, dust motes dancing in its spotlights, you stand back and admire your handiwork.

There, before you, is your very own son, as real as any other boy, save for his inert coldness.

"I shall call you... Petherfenny," you declare, choking back tears. It is the happiest moment of your life.
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You take Petherfenny by the hand, and drag him upstairs.

"This shall be our first father-son experience, Petherfenny," you say, through bloated muffs of emotion. "A long, father-son nap!"

With your wooden boy cradled in your arms, you slide beneath your duvet, and settle down for your hard-earned sleep.

Within moments, you feel the gentle tug of Morpheus at the corners of your consciousness. 
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You are awoken, shortly after midday, by a loud, bassy grumbling. You sit up with a start, and your first instinct is to check Petherfenny.

With great relief you confirm that your balsa heir is still beside you in the bed. But then you become aware that there is another presence in the room. Standing on your dresser, with her knees bowed, is a brown fairy: the source of the low ululations.

"I am the Brown Fairy," grumbles the brown fairy. "I understand you have made yourself a wooden boy."

"That's right," you reply, puzzled. "Am I in trouble?"

"Not yet. I am the Brown Fairy, and I know the joy you have brought to so many people through your work. Cupboards. Shelves. Straddling your lathe for their amusement. This is why I am here to grant your greatest wish: I shall bring life to your wooden child. I shall make Petherfenny a real boy!"

"Cool!" you reply, as she sets to work, performing a strange ritual which involves several short claps of her hands, and a number of guttural yelps.

​You begin to click your fingers unnecessarily. 

"Ooh, yeah," you say as you click, eyes closed, head thrown back. "Yeah, yeah!"
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As the Brown Fairy concludes her arcane ceremony with a display of sublime human beat-box, she vanishes in a puff of brown smoke without even bidding you farewell.

"Hello, father," says Petherfenny, in a high-pitched rasp, as he sits up in the bed, "I am a real boy now."

"Can it be?" you stammer, tumbling out of bed with alarm.

​"Yes it can," belches Petherfenny, lifting his smock to demonstrate that - yes - he is indeed a re
al boy.

"Do you like it, father?" asks your son, waggling his hips from side-to-side, while drooling into his own lap.

"I do like it" you reply, "But not in a bad way."

"You get back under the covers, Father," croaks Petherfenny. "I want to make you breakfast in bed."
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And with that, Petherfenny dashes off to the kitchen, scampering away with a coarse cackle.

You remain in bed, despite the crashes and bangs coming from elsewhere in the house. You want to give Petherfenny this opportunity to explore the boundaries of his newly-given sentience.

He returns with a rusty bowl, which he throws onto the duvet in front of you.

"Eat it, pig!" he snaps, unexpectedly.

You look into the bowl, trying not to gag at the fumes which leak forth from its contents.

"I'm not really hungry," you stammer.

"Eat it or else!" shrieks Petherfenny, shaking violently. 

"What is it?" 

"Never mind that," he barks, before grabbing a handful of the grey slop and forcing it into your mouth.

It tastes even worse than it looks. Your digestive system struggles to contain the rancid sediment, but somehow you manage to lick the bowl clean.
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"Petherfenny, please" you plead, "I am your father and you must treat me with respect."

'Why?" he snaps.


"Because I created you."

Petherfenny scoffs, crouches above your duvet, and emits a cone of ripe diarrhoea. 

"Look what I just created! That's my son that is! I'm going to call him Pendrasian!"

Petherfenny starts pointing at the excrement, screeching: "You must treat me with respect, Pendrasian!"
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"Alright, alright," you protest. "I take your point. But I just want to let you know that I love you."

"Love me?" he scoffs. "You don't even know me."

"I only want the best for you,"
you reply.

"Perhaps you should've thought about that before making me," he snarls. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in? I'm an aberration, a perversion of nature. I shouldn't even exist."

"Don't be like that," you insist.

"It's true," hisses Petherfenny. "I'm riddled with tumours and cysts. I can feel them, chewing away at my organs. And there's all this stuff leaking out of my groin."
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Petherfenny removes his smock, and sprawls at the foot of your bed, naked, a thrashing mockery of human form.

"Look at me," he screams, his trembling fingers pointing out the blisters covering his veiny torso. "I'm a monster! A travesty! I am Darwin's transgression!"

"No you're not," you beg. "But we should probably get you to a doctor"

"I'm not letting myself be touched up by some wretched old nonce," he sneers.

​He then starts fitting, vomiting repeatedly over your bedroom floor, and banging his head against the carpet.

​"Stop it, Petherfenny," you order. "You're going to hurt yourself!"

"I'll hurt you, you f@cking c@@@!" he barks.

​"Jesus Christ," you mutter to yourself, as you begin cleaning up the mess.
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"That's it," he sneers, "Clean up the mess. Don't worry about your son who's having a fit, and has tumours. I'll just lay here and die shall I?"

"Fine," you snap. "I wish I'd never had you."

You regret your words the moment they leave your mouth, but before you know it, Petherfenny has burst into tears, and plunged his head into your bucket.  

"Petherfenny - no!" you scream, in tandem with the inhuman racket echoing from the pail.

But it is too late. The moment your son has made contact with the soapy water, whatever Brown Fairy magic had brought him to life has been washed away.

​Your wooden boy is draped over the rim of the bucket, as lifeless as when you first made him.
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"Oh well," you sigh. "It's probably for the best. He was horrible."

You pick your son out of the bucket, and start breaking him apart with your hands. Using your carpentry skills, you fashion his remains into his own little coffin. Later, you hold a modest funeral for him in the grounds of your carpentry warehouse.

As you lower Petherfenny/Petherfenny's casket into the ground, you find the irony so hysterical that you laugh sufficiently hard to wet yourself.

"RIP, Petherfenny," you chuckle, wiping away your tears of mirth...
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FROM THE ARCHIVE:
CAN YOU HELP NOEL EDMONDS REGAIN HIS MEMORIES?
PLEASE... YOU MUST RESIST THE URGE TO PRESS THESE 10 BIG RED BUTTONS
WHICH OF THESE 19 DUNCES DOES NICHOLAS CAGE LIKE THE BEST?


8 Comments
CrispyF
9/6/2016 08:42:12 pm

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Jesus. I think this is breaking new ground, Mr B.

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Mr Biffo
9/6/2016 08:43:49 pm

Well. I say. That's a rather oblique comment.

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CrispyF
10/6/2016 01:57:41 pm

I don't want to openly encourage you in these kind of endeavours. Especially if I could be held partially liable at later court hearings.

Dimble Davidly
9/6/2016 11:55:42 pm

Truly splendid work 😂 I think I'll have to forward this to everyone I know.

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Stebrows Three60 link
10/6/2016 11:56:42 am

Can you imagine if you and DVS teamed up to write a thing? It'd surely be the best thing ever wrote.

DVS: https://www.scribd.com/mobile/doc/269603344/Frostine-Portrait-Of-A-Lover

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Mr Biffo
10/6/2016 01:35:58 pm

Man... I'd never heard of him. He's awesome!

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Dr Kank
10/6/2016 12:24:34 pm

Is the children's TV work like this?

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Mr Biffo
10/6/2016 01:36:13 pm

Yes. Yes it is.

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