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The FairyTale Adventures of Tom Wolf

by Dr. Pelham Mead

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THE FAIRY-TALE ADVENTURES OF TOM WOLF Written by Dr. Pelham Mead III (c) 2015


CHAPTER ONE- BEDLAM HOSPITAL, LONDON, Tom O’ Bedlam 1800’s Poem By Anonymous Note: The poem is to be read by a narrator with a deep voice and slowly with emphasis. From the hag and hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, The spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of Moons defend ye, That of your five sound senses You never be forsaken, Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon, While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. Of thirty bare years have I Twice twenty been enragèd, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly cagèd On the lordly lofts of Bedlam, With stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong, With wholesome hunger plenty, And now I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. With a thought I took for Maudlin And a cruse of cockle pottage, With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all, I befell into this dotage. I slept not since the Conquest, Till then I never wakèd, Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stript me nakèd. And now I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. When I short have shorn my sow’s face And swigged my horny barrel, In an oaken inn I pound my skin As a suit of gilt apparel; The moon’s my constant mistress, And the lowly owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. The palsy plagues my pulses When I prig your pigs or pullen, Your culvers take, or matchless make Your Chanticleer or Sullen. When I want provant with Humphrey I sup, and when benighted, I repose in Paul’s with waking souls Yet never am affrighted. But I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. I know more than Apollo, For oft, when he lies sleeping I see the stars at bloody wars In the wounded welkin weeping; The moon embrace her shepherd, And the Queen of Love her warrior, While the first doth horn the star of morn, And the next the heavenly Farrier. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. The gypsies, Snap and Pedro, Are none of Tom’s comradoes, The punk I scorn and the cutpurse sworn, And the roaring boy’s bravadoes. The meek, the white, the gentle Me handle, touch, and spare not; But those that cross Tom Rynosseros Do what the panther dare not. Although I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end:: Methinks it is no journey. Yet will I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. FADE IN: SCENE 1- EXT.- ARRIVAL AT ST. MARY OF BETHLEM MENTAL HOSPITAL IN 1855 It was a dark and gloomy night as the horse and carriage traveled over the cobblestones of Moorfields in London, England. There was a crescent moon that night that lit the pathway to St. Mary of Bethlem hospital, also called Bedlam. It was a notorious mental hospital having been rebuilt in the late seventeenth century. As the carriage entered the grounds of St. Mary of Bethlem Hospital, the crescent moon shown on the two human statutes of wracked with suffering named “Melancholy,” and “Raving Madness,”near the peak of the main building. The statute called “Melancholy” appeared with a blank, and vacant stare lying sideways and naked. “Raving Madness” the second human statute is bound in chains and shows fury on it’s face as it lies naked in the night. The massive size of Bedlam was most impressive, as it stretched on for many meters. The horse and black carriage entered the half circle path in front of the main building. The driver and his assistant got down from their bench on the carriage, and unlocked the door of the carriage. Inside was a decrepit man bound in chains and dressed in rags. His hairy arms and legs stood out like a fur coat. His face was contorted, and hairy with a full black and grey beard. His eyes were dark and small. He howled with pain from the shackles and chains. The driver and his assistant dragged the poor wretch from the carriage up the marble steps to the main building at Bedlam Hospital. Crashing through the doors the men dragged the poor chained man into the huge lobby which was surrounded with pictures of famous doctors who had served at St. Mary of Bethlem Hospital before. BEDLAM ATTENDANT (40) How may I help you gentlemen this evening? CARRIAGE DRIVER (50) Aye, you may. We have here a prisoner from the public jails who seems to have lost his mind. He claims he is a wolf and howls all night long. We have been asked to remove him from the London prison and take him here for evaluation as to his mental condition. BEDLAM ATTENDANT What is his name? CARRIAGE DRIVER I believe his name is Tom Wolf or that is what he told us? BEDLAM ATTENDANT Alright, I will put his name down as Tom Wolf. How old is the prisoner? Uhmmm patient that is? CARRIAGE DRIVER We don’t know, but we estimate him to be in his forties. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Where does the patient live? CARRIAGE DRIVER We do not know. He was found drunken in an alley in London. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Well then, let’s take the chains off of him and put him in a room for the doctor to examine tomorrow morning. CARRIAGE DRIVER Give me a hand in unlocking these locks on these chains. Easy, that is it. They are all removed. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Thank you. Now let’s take him to his room for the night. We will give him a shower and de-lice him tomorrow when we have more attendants on staff. CARRIAGE DRIVER Aye, let’s throw him in this room. He is heavy and my partner and I are tired. Be gone with him now. The carriage driver and his assistant drag the unchained wretch to a room with a thick metal door with a small window. They open the door and throw the wretch into the room. CARRIAGE DRIVER (CONT’D) Our job is done. The hell with ya. We are in need of a drink at the pub. Goodbye to ye. BEDLAM ATTENDANT I will lock the room. Thank you for coming this late at night. The patient will be fine here I am sure. Dr. Von Hess will see him in the morning. TOM WOLF (40’S) Ahhhh, my ribs are killing me. Someone help me. Is there anyone there? Help, help. FADE OUT. SCENE 2- INT.- THE INTERVIEW After a long night of sleeping on the floor Tom Wolf awakens to find himself locked in a room with a steel door and a tiny window high above the floor with bars on the window. The sun is creeping through the window bars and casting a shadow on the floor. Tom looks at the stark dirty white walls with cracks running through them and roaches running everywhere on the floor. There is a rusty drain on the floor in the middle of the room and a privy seat in the corner. Suddenly, a man dressed in white knocks on the door. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT (30’S) Up and at ‘em lad. Doctor Von Hess wants to see ya. Come on get up now. TOM WOLF Where am I? BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT You are in St. Mary of Bethlem Hospital called Bedlam for short. Come let me help you get up. Easy now. Stand up. That is good. Now let us good and see the Doctor. After you meet with the Doctor you will get breakfast porridge. TOM WOLF My legs are killing me from the chains. Why am I here? All I did was have a few drinks at the local pub. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT Never ye mind. Come lad and let’s talk with the Doctor. Doctor Von Hess this is the new patient brought in last night from the London jail. His name is Tom Wolf. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS (50’S) What is your name lad? TOM WOLF Tom, Tom Wolf. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Wolf is it. Tom Wolf, is that right? Where were you born Mr. Wolf? TOM WOLF I do not know. Why am I here? DR. SAMUEL VON HESS No need to get upset. Perhaps after you have had some porridge you will feel better? Attendant take this patient back to his room and give him a bowl of porridge and some water. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT Yes, Doctor Von Hess. Right away sir. Tom Wolf is taken back to his room and given a small bowl of porridge and a small jug of water. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT (CONT’D) Here is your porridge and water. I will come back in a few hours to take you to Doctor Von Hess again. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS (Speaking to another attendant) Let’s give Mr. Wolf a sedative to calm him down. I will meet with him again this afternoon. 2ND BEDLAM ATTENDANT (40) Yes, sir. I will take the pill to him right away. Later that day. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT Tom it is time to visit with Dr. Von Hess again. He wants to see what is bothering you. Can you walk by yourself? TOM WOLF Yes, thank you. I am feeling less dizzy now. I can walk on my own. BENJAMIN MEDLEY HOSPITAL ATTENDANT Let’s go see the Doctor then. (A few minutes later) Doctor Von Hess, Mr. Wolf is back to see you again. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Welcome back Mr. Wolf. How are you feeling now? I gave you a pill to make you feel better. Are you more relaxed now? I will have a nurse bandage those sores on your wrists and ankles from the irons and chains. Now let’s talk about your previous life and why you are here. The jail guards said they you told them that you were a wolf in real life. But your name is Wolf. Was there some misunderstanding here? TOM WOLF No, Doctor. I was once a wolf that prowled the forests of England. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really? How is that possible. You seem very human to me. Where are your wolf teeth and wolf face with the long nose? TOM WOLF It is a long story. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Well I have all the time in the world. Tell me Mr. Wolf how it is that you think you were at one time a wolf. Are you a Werewolf by any chance? TOM WOLF No, Just a plain old wolf who lived in the woods. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS How is you know yourself to be a wolf in another life? TOM WOLF It all began when I was a Wolf and I met a rich family called the Swine family who live on a hill near my town. The father was named William Swine and his wife Julia had triplets called Sam, Sally and Sanford Swine. I sold farms for a living and I came to know the Swine family when William Swine was very old and fearful of dying soon. He told me he made out a will to give his riches to one of his three triplets who showed him the best business sense in buying a farm and building a new manor house on it. He asked me to help his children find the land they needed to build their manor house. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Did not Mr. Swine feel strange dealing with a wolf? TOM WOLF Not at all. I was a wolf but respected in the community because I did not eat or kill sheep or children. Most of the towns people trusted me. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS I see. That is strange? TOM WOLF The first triplet I met was Sam Swine who was in his twenties at the time. I showed Sam a farm that used to raise wheat and straw of 200 acres. The farm was hundreds of miles from the brick factory or the hills where the stone quarry was. Sam Swine bought the 200 acres cheap because the farm was so far away from the town or the brick mill. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS What did Sam Swine build on the farm land? TOM WOLF He was cheap to the bone and realizing he could not get brick to his farm without shipping it hundreds of miles and paying a fortune for it, he decided to build a manor house out of straw and mud. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Straw and mud you say? TOM WOLF Yes, straw was already being grown on his farm land and was dirt cheap. This way he could say hundreds of dollars in building costs. I was jealous of his wealth and was happy that he was so foolish. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Did you encourage him to build his manor house out of mud and straw? TOM WOLF Of course, I did not want him to receive the fortune from his father. I suggested the straw and mud would be the cheapest way to build a manor house and he believed me. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS So what happened next? TOM WOLF Well Sam Swine had his manor house build by local masons and he paid them little for their services. One day a severe storm hit the straw and mud manor house and all the mud washed away and the house collapsed on Sam Swine killing him under a ton of mud and straw. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really? What about the other Swine children? What did you do for them? TOM WOLF I met with Sally Swine and we talked about what she wanted to buy which was a large farm near the town of Lakeview in Northern England. The property was about 200 acres of unused farm land with a forest on a portion of the land. The brick mill was over 200 miles away and so was the stone quarry. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS So, did you sell Sally Swine the property? TOM WOLF Yes, I did with joy because I knew she would make the same mistake her brother had made because she was cheap. Since she did not want to pay for shipping the brick or stone hundreds of miles she decided to use wood to build her manor house from the forests on her property. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS She decided to build her home with wood instead of brick and stone? TOM WOLF Yes, she did with my help. I told her she would save hundreds of dollars by cutting down her forests and building her manor house with wood. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS And did the wooden manor house last? TOM WOLF No, I lit a fire to the manor house when Sally was inside. She burned to death. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really? Then you are guilty of murder. TOM WOLF Yes and No. Normally I would have eaten her, but instead I cooked her. Ha DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Attendant, take Mr. Wolf away, and put him in a cold treatment tank for a few hours. I will prescribe a heavier dose of medicine because he is suffering from hallucinations. 2ND BEDLAM ATTENDANT Yes Dr. Von Hess. Cold tank for several hours and more medicine. Come on Mr. Wolf back to your room. So Tom Wolf was put in a cold therapy tank for four hours to cool him down and was then given a stronger dose of medicine. The next day Dr. Von Hess met with Tom Wolf again. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Hello Tom. Do you remember what you told me yesterday? Do you still believe you were once a wolf? TOM WOLF Yes, but you did not let me tell you the best part of the story. The third child, Sanford Swine came to me and told me he wanted to buy land the same time that his sister and brother wanted to buy some land. I suggested many farms, but he was smarter and realized that he needed to buy a farm near a brick mill so he could build his manor house of brick that would last forever. So, I reluctantly sold him 200 acres of farm land for grazing cows and the brick mill was close by the land. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS So what happened next? TOM WOLF Well, Sanford Swine was so happy he held a party for his father and surviving members of his family and myself. His father was most proud of Sanford and since Sam and Sally were dead and spent their money foolishly, William the father decided to leave all his money to Sanford Swine for building and investing his money most wisely. The problem was Sanford built only one door, the front door in his brick house and there was no back door or side door to escape in case of fire or danger. Seeing this mistake I invited my wolf friends to attend the party with me and we killed and ate all the Swine ourselves having trapped them in the brick house with no escape door. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really, you killed and ate all the pigs? I mean all the swine family? That make you a murderer again. TOM WOLF That is why I was a Wolf. Wolves know only killing and eating, not being nice to pigs. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Attendant take Tom Wolf away and give him electrical shock and chain him to the wall in his cell until he admits he was never a wolf. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Come on Tom, time for a little charge of electric to refresh you mind. Then we will hand you up on the wall in your room. So Tom Wolf was taken and tied down and given electrical shock to get him to admit he was not a wolf and all his stories were just fake. Tom howled and howled when given the electrical shock but never relented that he was once a wolf. The attendants took Tom to his room and chained him to the wall in a standing position with his arms over his head to torture Tom into changing his mind about being a wolf. SCENE 3- INT.- DR. VON HESS’ OFFICE A week later, Dr. Von Hess again called for Tom Wolf to be taken to his office. TOM WOLF Where are we going? DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Hello Tom. How are you today? Is your thinking clearer now? How are the medication pills helping you? Do you still think you were once a wolf? TOM WOLF Yes, I am what I am, a Wolf. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Do you have anymore tales to tell me of your Wolfing days Tom? TOM WOLF Yes, when I met the love of my life Little Red Riding Hood. Her real name was Rodalia Green and she was a little rich girl from Greenwood Glen. I first met Rodalia in the forest on her way to her Grandma’s house. I stopped and asked her where she was going and what was in the basket around her arm. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (14) My name is Rodalia Green and I have a basket of sweet buns for my Grannie who lives in the forest. Who are you? TOM WOLF My name is Tom Wolf and I live in the forest too. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Really? I have never seen you before. TOM WOLF That is because our paths have never crossed before. That is a beautiful red riding hood you are wearing. Where did you buy it? RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD My grannie made it for me out of sheep skin. TOM WOLF I knew there was something familiar about the smell of the red riding hood. Can I walk with you to grannies house? RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD No, that will be fine. My mommie told me not to talk to strangers. Besides I am late to grannies house now. TOM WOLF Alright, well maybe we will meet again. May I call you little red riding hood? You have such a beautiful little red coat. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD If it pleases you Mr. Wolf. Good bye for now. Rodalia skipped away into the forest leaving Tom Green standing there. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS What did you do next Tom? TOM WOLF Well, I gave it a lot of thought and decided that I liked Rodalia Green. I knew she might never get to like me because I was a wolf. I devised a plan to win her affection. I planned to meet with her again. A week later Tom met Little Red Riding Hood in the forest again. TOM WOLF (CONT’D) Hello Little Red Riding Hood, I mean Rodalia, ha..laughing. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Well it is you again Mr. Wolf. How are you today? TOM WOLF I am fine and how are you little one? RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD I am off to see my grannie with fresh baked buns and sweat things in my basket. TOM WOLF Can I join you Little Red Riding hood? RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD No, My mother told me not to talk to you. Sorry. I am off to grannies house. Seeing that he was getting no where Tom Wolf decided to take a short cut through the forest to get to Grannies house before little Red Riding Hood got there. TOM WOLF (Knocking on the door of Grannies house) Hello, hello, I am a friend of Rodalia. Open the door please. GRANNIE GREEN (70’S) Who is there? TOM WOLF It is me, Rodalia’s friend Tom. GRANNIE GREEN Well alright then, come on in the door is unlocked. When Tom Wolf entered the house he hit Grannie over the head and knocked her unconscious. Tying her up he put a gag in her mouth and put her in the basement of the house. Quickly before Rodalia came to the house he dressed himself up in Grannies clothing. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (Knock, knock) Hello Grannie it is me, Rodalia. TOM WOLF Come in my dear, I am in bed with a cold. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Grannie, I have brought you some hot buns and sweets that my mother baked for you. How are you feeling? TOM WOLF I have a cold and a horse throat my dear. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD I will make you some tea grannie to make you feel better. TOM WOLF Thank you deerie. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Grannie here is your tea. My what a big nose you have grannie. TOM WOLF The better to smell you with my dear. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD How is the tea grannie? My what big ears you have grannie. Is the cold making your ears swell? TOM WOLF Ahh, the better to hear you with dearie. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Grannie, what big eyes you have. Is the cold making your eyes big? TOM WOLF No, they help me better see you my dear. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD But, grannie why are your teeth so big? TOM WOLF The better to eat you Little Red Riding Hood. Just then Tom Wolf jumps out of the bed and attempts to catch Little Red Riding Hood. They race around the house and Little Red Riding Hood runs out the front door and into the forests yelling for help. RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Help, help, the wolf intends to eat me. Help. Nearby was a hunter and he heard Little Red Riding Hood crying for help in the forest and he ran to help her. HUNTER Hello, hello, I am here in the forest little girl. Who is chasing you? RODALIA GREEN-LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD Thank God you can save me. The Big Bad wolf is chasing me and he wants to eat me. HUNTER I have a gun little girl, do not be afraid. I will shoot the wolf when I see him. Just then Tom Wolf jumps out of the bushes and attempts to attack the Hunter and Little Red Riding Hood. The Hunter grabs his rifle and shoots. HUNTER (CONT’D) Back away Mr. Wolf or I will shoot you through the heart. TOM WOLF Do not be afraid, we are only playing a game of tag. HUNTER I am giving you two seconds to turn and run away before I shoot you dead Mr. Wolf. TOM WOLF Thinking about the possibilities I think I will run into the forest instead. Maybe some other time little red riding hood. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Well, that was quite a story Tom. Once again it seems you escaped again. Do your still believe that you were a wolf in another life? TOM WOLF Yes, I do but no one including you, Doctor, believes me. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Attendant come in here. Take Mr. Wolf and put him in a straight jacket and hang him upside down in his cell for a day or so. Mr. Wolf is delusional and needs more therapy. I will triple the dose of medicine for him also. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Yes, Dr. Von Hess. I will take care of it. Here Tom put your arms in this straight jacket so I can tie your arms at your sides. Come with me to your cell. Taking a hook handing from the ceiling the attendant lowers a rope from the ceiling with a hook and attaches it to Tom Wolf’s feet that are tied together, and he hoists Tom into the ceiling upside down and leaves him there for two days. SCENE 4- INT. DARK DUNGEON CELL AT BEDLAM HOSPITAL After two days the attendant returns to Tom Wolf’s cell and lowers him down from the ceiling and takes off the restraining jacket from Tom. BEDLAM ATTENDANT Come Tom. Dr. Von Hess wants to see you right away. How are you feeling? Do you still think you are a wolf? TOM WOLF Howling…. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Hello Tom. How are you feeling today. Do you still think you are a wolf? Did the therapy help you focus on whether you are a man or a wolf? TOM WOLF No really doctor. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Do your have any more silly stories to tell about your life as a wolf? TOM WOLF A few stories if you are interested. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really? After all the therapy and medicine we gave you. You still claim to be a wolf? TOM WOLF Once when I was in Russia I met a boy named Peter who lived with his grandfather in a little cottage in the middle of a meadow. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really, Russia you say? TOM WOLF Yes, Peter had many animal friends in the meadow, the duck, the bird and the cat. Everyday he would play with his animal friends. The bird in the tree would chirp, “All is well Peter.” Then his friend the duck came waddling around. Peter was told by his grandfather not to leave the gate open because of the bad wolf in the forest. This day Peter forgot to close the gate and from the edge of the forest I could see the duck heading to the lake to take a swim. Ducks taste very good. The bird and the duck got into an argument. The bird asked what kind of bird are you when you cannot fly? The duck said, what kind of bird are you when you cannot swim? Suddenly Peter noticed some movement in the high grass nearby and was worried. It was a cat. THE CAT That little bird is busy arguing with the duck. I will just grab him while he is busy! Very carefully the cat crept forward in the high grass. PETER (15) Look out! The little bird flew to safety in the tree. THE DUCK Quack, quack, go away cat. I am in the middle of the pond and you cannot swim. Suddenly, Peter’s grandfather came out of the house. GRANDFATHER (60’S) Peter what are you doing? Why did you let the duck out of the yard and the fence open? The meadow and forest are dangerous because the wolf lives there. If a wolf should come out of the forest, what will you do? You would be in great danger. PETER It is OK Grandfather. I am not afraid of the wolf. GRANDFATHER Take my hand Peter and lets us go into the house and lock the gate behind us. Come on duck, get into the yard behind the fence for your safety. TOM WOLF Just then I came out of the forest looking for something to eat for dinner. THE CAT Help me. I am going to climb up the tree. The wolf cannot get me high up in the tree. THE BIRD Help me, I will fly away to safety from the wolf. THE DUCK Help, I forgot to come inside the yard. I cannot out run the wolf. Help Grandfather. TOM WOLF It was easy pickins for me to catch up with the big fat duck and I caught him and ate him on the spot, leaving just feathers. PETER Grandfather. Look out the window. The wolf has killed the duck because he did not come into the yard behind the fence for safety. What should we do? GRANDFATHER Stay in the house Peter. The wolf is too big and mean for you. PETER I am not afraid of the wolf but I must make a plan to kill him. Little bird, come here, I have a plan. Go and fly around the wolf’s face and taunt him into chasing you. Meanwhile, I will take a rope and make a lasso and lay it on the ground under the tree outside the cottage. THE BIRD I will fly around the Wolf’s head as you suggest Peter the bird chirped. Flying around and around the wolf’s head the bird distracted Tom Wolf into following the bird to the tree where at the base was a lasso which Peter had placed. PETER Now when the wolf steps into the lasso I will pull the rope over the tree branch and pull the wolf up into the air by his tail. TOM WOLF Come here you little bird. I will get you and eat you for sure. Just slow down so I can bite you. Oh, no what has happened I am hanging upside down by a rope. Help. Just then two hunters came out of the forest. They had been tracking Tom Wolf and wanted to kill him. TOM WOLF (CONT’D) Wait, wait, do not kill him. Let us take the wolf in a cage to the zoo. So the hunters lowered Tom Wolf into a cage and took him to a local zoo for the rest of his life. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Is that the end of the story Tom? TOM WOLF Yes, I was fortunate enough to be spared being killed by the hunters and brought to a zoo in Russia. Later on the zoo in Russia traded me for a Siberian tiger from the London zoo and that is how I was found in London after I escaped my cage in the London Zoo. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Really? That was quite a story Tom. I am going to have to put you in a dungeon cell and chain you to a wall until you change your story. TOM WOLF Oh, please Doctor. Don’t put me in a dungeon. I have tried to be truthful and tell you the whole story about my life as a wolf and you still do not believe me. FADE TO BLACK. Suddenly, it was dark out and a full moon shone over Bedlam hospital with light seeping through the windows in Dr. Von Hess’ office. Suddenly, Tom’s face began to change and grow hair. His body became bent up and his legs became hair also. Before Doctor Von Hess knew it, Tom had changed into a werewolf right in front of him. DR. SAMUEL VON HESS Oh, my God. What the hell? Just then Tom Wolf became a Werewolf and jumped at Dr. Von Hess’ neck and bit him. TOM WOLF Well, this ought to convince you Doctor Von Hess as I bite you in the neck. With that Tom leaped out Doctor Von Hess’ office and ran off into the distance never to be seen again. The END

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Chapter 2- Settling In


As the week went by I began to adjust to the African heat, and the busy daily schedules: Morning prayer at 6:00 am, breakfast, daily chores, Teaching assignment to noon, Noon Day Prayer service, Lunch, rest time, Afternoon teaching assignment, Evening Prayer with song, dinner, prayer and mediation time, and evening vespers. The Nuns were most welcoming to have another hand to help in their mission.


As the second week progressed, I met the cook, Doto, who was a smiling cheerful heavy woman in her early 50’s. She was a woman who had been abused by her husband many years before. She took her two children at the time, and fled her village, and came to the convent at Kamenge. The Nuns hid her, and protected her in their convent. Later on Tutis rebels killed her husband when they raided her village. Doto began a new life at the convent cooking for all the Nuns, staff, women, and the children. She spoke Swahili, French, and some broken English. I knew she would be important to get to know because my CIA contact Swami would be delivering food to her once or twice a week, and I would need to make contact with him during that interval of time.


Bahati was another abused woman of late 30’s or early 40’s. She was the assistant cook for the convent. She was also a volunteer. Like Doto, she was always smiling and worked hard to provide three meals a day for the Nuns, staff, women, and children. Sometimes Bahati and Doto would come to Morning Prayer or evening prayer with the Nuns. They were always welcome. “Habari Doto,” I said in Swahili early that morning before Morning Prayer. “Nzuri,” she responded with a wild smile. She was busy chopping carrots in the kitchen at the time. “Jina langu ni Angelina,” I responded the first time we met. “Nafurahi kukuona Angelina,” (I am pleased to meet you Angelina) Doto answered. So, our first meeting, I had to rush to Morning Prayer. “Kwaheri Doto,” (good bye Doto) I answered as I rushed off to Morning Prayer.


The following week on Monday, Swami was to make a delivery to the convent. I tried to make sure I was around when he delivered the food to give him a short message that the Nuns, and the staff were accepting me, and there were no problems. As I was in my classroom with Sister Kathryn teaching our young children English words and phrases I looked out the window to see Swami in a white food truck. I excused myself with Sister Kathryn when we were teaching the children, saying I had to go to the bathroom. As I entered the courtyard where the food truck was parked, Swami noticed me coming toward the truck. As he passed by me with a hand truck full of boxes of fresh vegetables, I handed him a small paper note, and kept walking toward the bathroom. That was my first drop as the CIA called it. If problems developed or Hutu or Tutsi husbands made physical threats against me, I needed to inform the CIA at the American Embassy. I also had a throwaway cell phone, but I could never use it with anyone around me. I did not want the Nuns or staff knowing that I was contacting someone outside the convent.


A few days later Sister Margarette taught me a song we could sing with the children in Swahili. Sister Margarette was in her 60’s, grey hair, short and Italian. She spoke French, English, Italian, Swahili and several other African languages spoken in Kenya and South Africa. She was very talented with a guitar that seemed as old as she was with the many wrinkles in her face and hands. “Sister Angelina we are going to teach our students how to sing this simple song in Swahili,” Sister Margarette said. Here is the first line. I have written it down for you to memorize easier.


Let us begin in the cord of C with

Sina Mungu mwingine ila wewe (I have no other God but You)

Now A minor,

Moyo wangu watambua jemedari (My heart recognizes the Commander)

To the F cord,

Nafsi yangu yakutamani ewe (My soul desires You)

Back up to the G7 cord at the top of the guitar, and back to the C major cord again with the last line.

Roho yangu yahitaji Tabibu (My spirit needs The Physician)

(From the top)

Shuka kwa utukufu wako nikuone

(Let me see you come down in Your Glory) Am cord,

Shekinah, utukufu wako (Shekinah Glory) F major cord,

Utukufu wako (Your Glory), This last line we repeat four times in the G7 cord,”

She said.


I hummed the tune as Sister Margarette played the song over, and over on her guitar. “I wish I could play a guitar,” I responded. “Perhaps you can learn someday with practice,” Sister Margarette answered. “Perhaps,” I agreed. “Let’s take it from the top again Sister Angelina,” Sister Margarette said. “Sina Mungu mwingine ila wewe,” she sang the first verse so easily. All day long I was mumbling the song under my breath to memorize the Swahili words. It was a simple and beautiful song. I prayed that evening at Vespers that might one day learn to play the guitar like Sister Margarette. I am a Soprano, and several of the other sisters were sopranos also, with a few Altos to sing the second line of music. The church chapel echoed our beautiful voices given up for the glory of Jesus Christ. I slept well that night.


Toward the end of the first week our first crisis developed. Late in the evening of the second week there was a lot of noise in the courtyard of the convent. Dogs were barking, chickens clucking, and loud voices could be heard yelling something. All of the Nuns were in Vespers at the time. We stopped what we were doing, and rushed outside to see several of the woman staff members Hasanti and Halima carrying a badly injured woman who was bleeding from the face and arms. She was a local Hutu wife whose husband accused her of having affections for his brother in their tribe. He beat her severely almost killing her. After he fell into a drunken stupor, she escaped and walked ten miles to the Kamenge Convent. Mother Superior had the women and a few nuns take the woman into the clinic to be bandaged and cared for. We all returned to finishing Vespers afterward.


The next morning knowing the husband would try and follow his wife we prepared to hide her in the church in a hidden room behind the altar. As expected the raging mad husband showed up later in the afternoon asking where he wife was. The wife’s name was Ngozi Eze, and we hid her in the secret room behind the altar. The male volunteers tried to calm the man down. Matata and Bongani told him that they had no seen any women named Ngozi. They told him to look in the markets in downtown Bujumbura. After an hour of raving and ranting he decided to leave, when Matata threatened to call the local police and have him arrested. After he was gone Mother Superior sent Malaika to the local courthouse to file a restraining order against Ngozi Eze’s husband, named Gwembeshe Eze, for fear of her life. We knew now that Ngozi would be a marked woman until the representatives for the Church could file legal papers to protect her and possibly give her a divorce from her husband. The problem in these domestic abuse situations was always the children left behind. Sometimes were able to send someone to retrieve the children and sometimes we are rejected. Mother Superior told me it always comes down to money or barter in the end especially when the husband has several wives. “Sometimes it take a few goats or a donkey to trade for a battered wife to be free of her husband,” Mother Superior told me one day. After the husband was gone I went to the clinic to see if I could help the suffering woman with her wounds. She needed stiches on her face from a long knife wound. She also had deep slash cuts on her arms. Sister Louise and I sewed up her wounds while Sister Margarette put iodine on the bruises to kill any infection. Mother Superior supervised while we worked on this poor woman. “Ngozi, you understand that if you stay here with us at the convent that we will have to file legal papers first in order to legally protect you from your husband,” Mother Superior said. “Do you want to divorce your husband,” Mother Superior asked Ngozi? “Yes, Sister, my husband is crazy and he will kill me for no reason. I have no interest in his brother. It is his brother that tried to make my husband jealous and he overreacted by beating me senseless. (All this she said in Swahili and French) Sister Louise interpreted what she said to Mother Superior for me. I understood some of her French but not all of the Swahili. Another learning experience, I said to myself. I could see how the Nuns had all gone though this experience before and were well equipped to caring for abused women and hiding them for their own safety. Eventually, one of our male staff volunteers would take some goats or another prized animal and go out to the tribe and make an offer to buy the wife from the abusive husband. Once the husband got over his anger, money or barter always worked.


“Well I have to get back to my students,” I said and prepared to leave the clinic. “If you need any assistance Mother Superior, do not hesitate to call me, “ I said. When I got back to my classroom we worked with clay and made little animals with the children. They love to work with their hands and mold different turtles, frogs, and birds. After an hour or so of clay work we cleaned up and had the entire student wash their hands. One little girl named Abena was having difficulty washing the clay off her hands. I went over to the sink to help her out. She was the cutest thing with a little round face and a nice flowery blue African style dress on. I showed her how to use the hand brush to get the clay out of her nails. She smiled and thanked me, “Asante,” she said. I replied in Swahili, “Nakutakia siku njema Abena,”(Have a nice day Abena). Our paths had crossed and a little bond was created that day.



We kept Ngozi in hiding for several weeks until the paperwork was finished. Matata and Chinwe, two or our male volunteers took two goats and a bottle of wine to the husband of Ngozi to buy her freedom and to get the husband to sign a divorce decree from the courts. They left early in the morning after breakfast to walk the ten miles to the tribal village on the outskirts of Bujumbura the Capital.

Early that evening they returned without the goats and the bottle of wine. The husband drove a hard bargain, but they got him to sign the paperwork for the divorce decree. Mother Superior decided it would be safer to send Ngozi to work in the Convent in the Congo rather than have to go into hiding for a year in Bujumbura. “You will be safe there until we can call you back to our Convent in six months or a year,” Mother Superior explained to Ngozi. Ngozi cried for her children and her family, but she knew Mother Superior was right that if she stayed at the Convent, even with the legal divorce, her husband when drunk might come looking for her.


Ngozi left in a taxi for the railroad station in downtown Bujumbura. Mother Superior had given her some cash and a letter to the Mother Superior at their Congo Convent to allow Ngozi to reside there until the danger from her husband was over. Ngozi left with only a small travel bag of used clothes the Nuns put together for her. That was the last we saw of Ngozi for a year.


Ebola and AIDS were two deadly viruses everyone in Africa was afraid of contracting. Nuns had heard horror stories of the flesh eating Ebola virus which had no cure. Fortunately, a Doctors and a volunteer woman assistant came down with Ebola were flown back to the U.S.A. to the CDC in Atlanta, Georgia to be treated with a new serum from San Diego, California which had not been approved by the FDA yet. The serum and treatment of containing the virus worked and the volunteer worker was released first and then the Doctor recovered and he was released. Small portions of the serum were being flown to Africa to use in combating Ebola in some patients that have the disease. Mother Superior had a discussion one day about the symptoms of Ebola or AIDS and how we should proceed. We were told to use plastic gloves at all times and facemasks to prevent inhaling any viruses that can transmit through the air. AIDS required direct contact and in that case we are to inform public health to prevent an epidemic. We were all afraid of both diseases but went about our work daily without showing the fear.


Two months later.

Two months later Swami my CIA contact left some news articles about the Nuns that were murdered at the Kamenge convent a year before. I was briefed about this tragedy at the CIA but no follow-up was provided. Now the CIA wanted me to ask the Nuns what they knew about the murders and the murder caught. Some Nuns had gone on record in the Newspapers a year ago saying that one man could not have done all these killings in one night. The killer was declared a mental patient and sent to a Mental Hospital without a trial. The local authorities called it case closed, but many lingering facts do not support the local police version. The CIA wanted me to find some facts that could not uncover, but at the same time I was to be extremely careful and not to enter into any tribal villages seeking information about the massacre.


One day Mother Superior and Sister Elaine Luna went for a day trip to a tribal village ten miles away from the convent. Mother Superior wanted to check up on several abused wives that she had worked with over the years to see how they were doing. This gave me an opportunity to enter Mother Superior’s office after she left with Sister Elaine. I made an excuse I wasn’t feeling well that day and would spend the morning in bed in my room. No one was around Mother Superior’s office at the time and the door was unlocked. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for but I started with the file cabinets that seemed to have a file on every child and every abuse mother that attended the clinic over the past ten years. I search through file cabinet after file cabinet until I realized that if I checked abused mothers that were counseled in the spring of 2014 I might find something of interest. I did find that Sister Olga Raschaetti worked with some Hutu women that were abused from a tribal village nearby. The woman’s names were in the file and the months they stayed at the clinic until Sister Raschaetti was murdered. That seemed strange, perhaps the husbands of the battered Hutu woman took revenge on the Sisters for sheltering and treating the runaway Hutu wives? There were several husbands listed next to their wives in one folder of a file that Sister Olga had kept. I wrote the names down: Tumbuka Nkruma, Simisola Oluwaseyi, Opeyemi Omobolanle, and Nwanneka Nkiruka and stuffed the paper in my pocket. As I was closing the file cabinet, Malaika one of the volunteer teaching assistant walked by the office but did not realize I was behind the closed door. I waited until she left, then I slipped our of the office and back to my room. I now had a theory the vengeance might have been a motive for the Nuns being murdered. I would inform the CIA of the men’s names so that they could investigate these Hutu men and see if they had ever threatened any of the Nuns or Mother Superior. Noonday prayers were being offered, and if I did not show up some of the Nuns would begin asking questions as to where I was? I hurried over to the chapel in the church and arrived just in time for the first hymn of the service. I had to find a way to see if any of the Nuns knew who these husbands were that I found in Mother Superior’s file cabinets.


Two weeks later I was talking to Sister Margarette about the dangers of working with Hutu abused women, Tutsi abused women, staying out of politics, and local hatreds. Sister Margarette. “You know Sister Angelina you have to be very careful when counseling abused wife’s of Hutu or Tutsi tribesman,” Sister Margarette commented. “Sometimes you could be could be very involved in saving a women from her abusive husband and not realize the danger if the husband is violent and seeks revenge or justice as he sees it, Sister Margarette said. “I understand Sister Margarette and I am learning,” I responded. “What happened to the Nuns that were killed a year ago,” I asked Sister Margarette. She had a startled look on her face when I asked the question. “I cannot talk about it Sister and you would be wise not to ask anyone,” Sister Margarette warned. “Ok,” I responded. It was obvious a painful and secret kept by all the Nuns for some reason. I went about my daily activities painfully aware that none of the Nuns were going to be helpful in discovering the real facts about the murdered Nuns a year ago.


That evening Mother Superior returned with Sister Elaina just in time for evening prayer. “How was your day in the Hutu tribal village,” I asked Mother Superior?

“It went well,” she said and that was all. Getting information from Mother Superior was like pulling teeth. She was always very secretive and spoke very little about sensitive issues of politics and the Hutu and Tutsi situation.


The next day Swami came with a food delivery. I gave him a paper note with the names of the Hutu men of several abused women that Sister Olga has treated in the spring of 2014. I need the CIA to research these men and see if they were still alive or whether, they had ever been interviewed by the local police after the murders. I could see that I was never going to get any information from the Nuns without arising suspicion. Perhaps there was some other explanation that I was not aware of involving the murders? After Swami delivered the food for the day, a priest visited Mother Superior. His name was Father Michel Tognazzi, and this was the first time I had seen him visit the convent. “Sister Madeline, who is this Father Michel Tognazzi,” I asked. “He is the Priest in charge of our Convent assigned by the Vatican,” she said. “Oh, I said, I wonder why he is visiting Mother Superior,” I asked? “It is usually about some major issue,” Sister Madeline said. “He seldom comes just to visit,” she said. I wish I could be a fly on the wall that day, but that was never going to happen, so I kept my doubts, and questions to myself. Father Tognazzi stayed for evening prayer, and then left before darkness.


I would not discover the real reason for Father Tognazzi’s visit until a month later when Mother Superior mentioned at dinner one night that there was some trouble with some of the Hutu tribes, and we were warned by Father Tognazzi to be careful with both Hutu woman and Tutsi women and children. Strange how Mother Superior mention this as a matter of fact? I guess she had gotten use to the political dangers of working with Hutu and Tutsi women and children? It was very puzzling to me. I prayed about it that night.


One day I spoke to Bongani, one of our male volunteers, who was working in the gardens outside the church building. Speaking in Swahili I said, “Habari Bongani,” (Hello) “Hujambo,” (are you fine?)? “Sijambo,” he responded while planting some beautiful flowers. “Ninaitwa Angelina (My name is Angelina) ,” I said. “Nimefurahi,” (I am pleased to know you) he responded. “Do you speak any English Bongani. “Kidogo tu,”( Just a little bit) he responded. “Your flowers are beautiful,” I said. “Do you like living here in the convent,” I asked. “Yes, Sister, he responded. “How old are you Bongani,” I asked. “I am age 23 Sister,” he said. “Where do you get these beautiful flowers,” I asked him? “Some people give them to the Nuns as gifts, and other flowers I dig up myself growing wild,” he said. “They add much beauty to the church,” I said. “Thank you Sister,” he said. “I will see you later,” I said. I went to teach my students wondering in the back of my head what kind of a life Bongani had working as a volunteer for the Sisters?


Mother Superior asked me one day if would like to visit the Cathédrale Regina Mundi, “Queen of the World Cathedral in the Capitol city Bujumbura.” “Yes, Mother Superior, I would be thrilled to see the Cathedral. I have never see it before,” I said. “Good , we will bring Sisters Kathryn, Louise and Madeline with us today,” she said. “Matata will drive us to the Cathedral,” she said. When we went outside the buildings, there was Matata in a Jeep ready to drive us to the Cathedral that was nine miles away from the convent. “Bon Jour, Sisters,” Matata said. We all eagerly climbed into the jeep for a day at the cathedral in the heart of Bujumbura. Thirty minutes later we arrived at the Cathedral. It was surprisingly modern with a high tower the dominated all the buildings around it. The interior of the nave was very large and could handle hundreds of people. Everything about the Cathedral was modern. I was used to Cathedrals built in Gothic style as in America with St. Peters Cathedral and the Washington Cathedral in Washington, D.C.. We spent some time praying at the small chapels around the outside edge of the Cathedral. The bell tower was most impressive rising about seven stories above the ground. At the gift shop we purchased a few religious items to give to our staff at the convent, and to give to battered woman we counseled. We ate lunch nearby at the Sion public market, and had a most entertaining day.