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Were HU and HÖ the only Jarrett-phrases you could remember. And why was Freckle so blue?
"Hrm, hrm, from closet to bed in only one post? And singing Jarrett? You are advanced, you two", said the bike-man, when he showed them the way to the Clown.
Freckle blushed as she always do.
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But the Poet smiled. "Sometimes things just happens from post to post, in Neverending, and we love to sing together".
Poor Freckle blushed even more. She can't help it.
It was of course a bit folish to go out in a storm and look for a man they both feared, but they were suddenly very brave and active and they planned to go back as soon as they could and start singing Evans.
Boldly they met up with Pennywise, but it wasn't the Clown, it was his father, Papawise.
"I have come to warn you for my son. He is after you and I will help you. He has killed enough now and has too much to answer for. I will give you this mantles, that makes you invulnerable. When you wear them you can be safe".
"Thank you" said the Poet, "Butt, butt, can we sing in those mantles"?
"Sing? Yes of course, "said Papawise and looked very bewildered, "You can sing, as much as you like".
Freckle blushed! Again! "Yes we want to sing Evans now", she said.
The poet made a singsong.
Sing, sing, sing,
Everybody get to sing, sing,
Hang with us and have the Evans-swing-swing,
sing, sing, sing.
Singing brightens up your day,
And if you like to sing, you may,
Sing with us, we sing along,
So sing with us in this swingevanssong,
Sing, swing, sing.
Clap your hands and and sing along in our FrecklePoetsingsong.
Sing, sing, plong.
But behind the bush stood the not singing angry Clown and his red nose glowed of frustation.
"My own Papawise", he thought, "My own father is helping my enemy. Those two have ridiculed me, they have thrown me down stairs, through windows and the girl has tried to burn me up in my own owen. They are Satans Meat and I will give them something to sing about. I shall cook them or maybe eat them raw".
He laughed his strange, whining crackeling laugh, so hard, that his hiding bush fell down and died. All could suddenly see the pathetic figure.
"The Clown", said Freckle,"Look he is here".
"Don't spit fire, son", said Papawisw. "Those kids are nice and they will only sing, so why don't you let them"?
"Sing? Sing? You are so naiv, Papawise! They have hurt my clownsoul and I will have revenge. Now!"
"Put on your mantles! Fast!," said Papawise.
They did and Pennywise boiled over from hate, but he couldn't do a thing.
"You wait. In some posts I will come back and there will be no more singing for you, when you take off your damn mantles".
But now...