Skapie Stories

“Please, Skoonma, stop feeding me beskuit!” Kleinboet exlaims from under one of the caravans. Skoonma chuckles. “I just want to give you the energy you need so you can get the caravans working.” Kleinboet slides out, gets up. He sighs: “To be honest … I was looking forward to some alone time. That’s why I fixed up only my own caravan.” The rest of the family are all devastated. “But … you’ve fixed all three the caravans! I was so hoping for a spontaneous, surprising journey” says Bloos. Kleinboet shrugs. “Ai, guys, it’s nothing against you. I just want some...

  Creak! Clank! Clunk! Kleinboet mutters as he works on his old caravan. He sighs, steps back, wipes the sweat from his brow … and sees Kaalvoet Meisie approaching. “Well, well,” she chuckles. “I was wondering when you’d ever bring this old skedonk out of the shed!” “It’s not a skedonk!” Kleinboet says, offended. “It’s vintage! Legendary! It’s just that I haven’t had time to work on it.” “Uh-huh,” Kaalvoet Meisie teases. “You paid a lot for this old thing, and you’ve never used it! So why work on it now?” Kleinboet swallows his pride, and smiles. “That’s the thing!...

Kleinboet and Skoonma are panting – tired, but still thrilled by the prospect of finding the treasure, as they follow the compass’ spinning needle. “Jislaaik,” says Kleinboet, “This compass thing has pointed us in all directions now! From New York to Tokyo to Pofadder!” Skoonma nods. “I’m also starting to wonder if it’s broken. But we can’t give up now!” Just as Kleinboet wants to respond, the compass’ needle starts spinning again. Once it stops, they both look up, in the indicated direction. “But,” says Kleinboet, “it’s pointing in the direction of the farmhouse! That means the treasure is buried...

Bloos and Kaalvoet Meisie are in discussion while drinking their morning coffees on the farmhouse stoep. “I’ve thought about it all week,” says Bloos. “I think it will be too much effort for whomever gave us those tickets, to also accommodate my snacks. Besides, I don’t want to look ondankbaar!” Kaalvoet Meisie gives an encouraging smile. “We won’t know until we find out who gave us the tickets for the big rugby game. Perhaps Posmeester can give us a clue?” They hear Posmeester’s low, warm voice behind them. “My ears are burning …” They swing around. “Posmeester!” says Bloos. “We...