Saving Time - the quest of Beezelwert and Groober by K.J. Giacomozzi

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SUMMARY: I wrote this story for my freshman college English class and was quite pleased with the end product as it was an in-class essay. Please reply and let me know what you think; it only takes a moment and I would really appreciate it. Anyways…Enjoy!

"Time," said Beezelwert. "That's one thing I'm always running out of." The old wizard bumbled around his laboratory searching for something, only he couldn't quite remember what. He looked up with a forlorn expression and scratched his chin beneath his long white beard. "Groober!" he called.

"Yes, master," answered the halfling coming around Beezelwert's right.

Beezelwert raised a bushy eyebrow in confusion. "Groober?" he asked turning left.

"Yes?" questioned Groober shuffling towards Beezelwert's left as the wizard turned to the right.

Beezelwert spun around and caught his apprentice at last. "Confusticate and bebother your games of hide-and-seek, Groober! We have work to do!" Groober shrugged his shoulders helplessly and shook his head which sent his brown curls bouncing.

"Now, tell me, my apprentice. What are we always running out of?"

After a few seconds of deep contemplation, Groober's face lit up. "Components!" he answered with confidence.

"Wrong!" announced the wizard and Groober's smile fell to a frown. "Time..." Beezelwert corrected and he grabbed hold of Groober's shoulders.

"But thyme is a component," objected the apprentice.

"No, not thyme...Time..." the wizard repeated. Beezelwert took note of the halfling's continued confusion and uttered a great sigh. After a moment, his eyes flashed and he scrambled over to the grandfather clock pointing in excitement at the face. "Time" he reiterated once again, his smile growing. "We are going to create Time."

"What about the Wizards' Convention next week?" asked Groober, vainly trying to deter the old mage.

"Ahh, you shall see, my dear boy," answered the old man. "Now, we have much to do." And he was off, rummaging through tomes and muttering about blueprints for a time machine.

"We?" repeated Groober somberly. He sighed and went over to help the old man retrieve his "blueprints."

As it turned out, the "blueprints" were only scribbles on hundreds of scraps of paper and it took Beezelwert and Groober two days to acquire the necessary notes. After another two days of the pair trying to make sense of the notes, they finally succeeded. Beezelwert, however, then declared that there were too many complications. The main one being that a nuclear reactor was necessary to propel the device past light speed and since nuclear fission wouldn't even be discovered for eight hundred years, and they did not have that much time to spare, it was hopeless.

Beezelwert then considered the rather difficult and relatively impossible task of slowing the earth's rotation, thus creating longer days, at which point, Groober reminded the befuddled old wizard that the earth was flat and did not rotate. If he wanted to attempt such a dubious experiment, he would have to slow the sun's revolution around the earth.

In response to Groober's reasoning, Beezelwert grumbled about the populace's lack of faith in science and how he didn't have time to wait around for Magellan to sail.

Groober raised his bushy eyebrows and shrugged as the old man continued muttering to himself.

Beezelwert retreated to his expansive library and delved into the vast stores of knowledge harbored there for two days and nights...

It was the day before the Wizards' Convention when Beezelwert emerged beaming, if a bit sleep-deprived, from his studies and claimed "victory."

"I've got it!" he exclaimed.

Groober looked up from the stew he had been concocting with the wizard's spell components.

"Dolly!" he shouted with great relish.

Groober raised an eyebrow in question.

"The sheep," said the wizard with less enthusiasm.

Groober gave the old man a queer look, deciding that the ancient wizard had at last completely lost hit mind.

"Oh, just follow me," he commanded and set to work.

Groober gave a resigned sigh and followed...

Late that evening, after a few minor set-backs -- the wizard singeing the end of his beard on a burner as well as turning poor Groober's hair blue with a misfired spell -- Beezelwert's experiment was near completion! He had only to cap it off with a powerful incantation.

"You know," cut in Groober, "you are not supposed to mix magic with science."

"It's a time saver," retorted the wizard.

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