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    Missy & The Ugly Man
    Missy & The Ugly Man
    Missy & The Ugly Man
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    Missy & The Ugly Man

    By Jill Whalen

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    In a time before when dragons flew and castles were the norm, there was an ugly man with a face so scarred that women ran from him screaming; men looked away; dragons admired him; a young princess saw the beauty in his heart. He had been left for dead in the mountains when he was five. Learn how he survived alone in the mountains, and harder still, how he survived the castle intrigue as a shadow. The princess Missy was never frightened of the ugliness; she only saw the kindness
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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJill Whalen
    Release dateJun 26, 2015
    ISBN9781310555169
    Missy & The Ugly Man
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    Jill Whalen

    I am a Celtic mother of eight who is writing about family stories that have been handed down by word of mouth. I live in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks, am a graduate of Millikin University, and a member of Mensa.

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      Missy & The Ugly Man - Jill Whalen

      Missy & The Ugly Man

      By Jill Whalen

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      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2015 by Jill Whalen

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 1

      I am ugly, quite ugly. Yes I am. You may call me Tin.

      Right after my fifth birthday an uncle of mine decided he wanted to be in charge of the kingdom. He invited the whole family on a hunting trip in the mountains. He killed the family himself, because he couldn’t afford for anyone else to find out. First he killed my father and then he drowned my baby sister in her bath water. I remember watching my mother as she leaned over. I was bound up. He killed the family except for me and had servants take their bodies up in the high mountains. He was going to kill me back away, so there would be no discussion of who inherited. He wanted to hunt me like an animal, so he turned me loose from the ropes. He chased. I had trouble down below in the orchard. It was hard to get away, but it was dark. I finally found a badger burrow and hid away. The hounds would go nowhere near the badger burrow. In the morning I took off. I guess I still smelled like badger, because I got away from the dogs. I got up into the forest and it was easy. I ran ahead of him to higher and higher, rougher and rougher ground. My mother always said when you are in danger go to where you are comfortable. For me that was the high mountains. I got up into the rocks and it was even easier. I lost most of the dogs, but not my uncle. He and his dragon spotted me going across some twisty rocks. I came to a steep drop off. When I looked over the edge I saw a shallow indent underneath. I lowered myself and crawled into that shallow space. My uncle came to the edge and leaned down. He reached down with his battle ax and hacked. He hit me in the face with that ax five or six times while I was hiding in that little cave near the cliff. Blood splattered off my shoe and out into space.

      My early memories of that time are of my face and head hurting. I had trouble thinking for a long time. When I climbed up out of there the edges of my wounds were frozen. I think that kept my face from getting infected. The wounds didn’t heal for they were gaping open with the bones showing through in places. I was lucky that first winter. I came across a riding beast that had died. I ate on that for quite a while. The meat was all maggoty and spoiled. I remember that there were maggots that crawled in my eyes because of the wounds. I got a piece of skin from the animal and I kept it for a long time. That was what I had to cover up with. I remember moving that skin everywhere on my body. I really loved that piece of skin and grew to hate it. No matter where I put it the rest of my body was cold. That was my blanket for a long time.

      Snow came. I found a cave. It smelled like bear, but it was snowy and cold outside. At least the wind didn’t blow on me. I found I’d already rubbed the hair off that piece of hide rubbing myself all over with it trying to keep warm. I felt if I could cover all over my body with it very fast I could cover myself up. It didn’t work that way, but it helped. This bear chased me back in the cave. I got up on a ledge. I rolled a rock off and hit the bear on the head. It was down and out. I went down with a sharp rock and worked away at a vein in its neck. It started waking up. I finally got down to the vein and I nicked it well. The bear woke and came after me. I got back up on the ledge again and rolled another rock down. It smashed one paw. The bear got mad. The madder it got the faster the blood spurted out. The bear got weak and finally died. I went to the front of the cave and rolled rocks in front of it. I didn’t think it would keep bears away, but I hoped it would keep other big animals away. I stayed in there the whole of that cold time just eating bear and more bear. I didn’t have a fire. I cut the meat in long strips and laid it on the cold rock right inside the entrance to the cave. In the cold, dry air that meat shriveled up like dried meat. I just kept stacking that aside. Pretty soon I got the outside lining of the bear’s stomach. It is one big pouch. I put the meat inside.

      I made a club out of the short bone on the arm of the bear and set bone chips in the end of it. I worked at getting the bear’s teeth, claws, and hide. I rubbed the bear’s fat all over me and then I rolled in the dirt. A few layers of fat and dirt are pretty warm. I covered with the bear skin at night. That bear saved me the first winter. When I left the cave I couldn’t get all the meat into the stomach pouch, so I braided a big rope and put it around, and around, and around my body. I carried it myself. Three wolves started following me. If you don’t kill the first wolves the pack forms. By that time I had made weapons out of the bear claws that I did not know were unique to man. Some are spears; some are bear-hitters. I thought I would fall down and lie still until the wolf got close enough. I hit one in the guts with one of the snappers that had bear teeth set in. The wolf was yelping around trying to get the thing out of its belly. With the bear-hitter I took half the next wolf’s face off. The third wolf tried to get away, but I caught him with my spear. I took their meat, hides, and teeth. It was a few years before

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