The Power of Broccoli
Beastly

The hide was cramped and Hinchcliffe was tired. “I think I might go home,” he said to Anglesey. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to see them today.”

Anglesey glanced at him and then went back to staring through his binoculars. “Just be patient a little longer. They do usually—”

He clutched at his companion’s arm. “Look! There they are!” Anglesey passed the binoculars to Hinchcliffe, who pointed them towards the horizon.

He laughed with surprise and delight. “I see them! I see them!” Ever closer and closer they galloped—the most enormous herd of adverbs Hinchcliffe had ever seen.

He handed the binoculars back to Anglesey. They weren’t necessary any more—it was already starting to be possible to identify the individual words by eye. A happily and playfully were frolicking together; a grumpily was attempting to bite a member of the herd that had got too close; a ubiquitously was— well, whatever it was doing, it was doing it all over the place.

“Mostly adverbs of manner in this herd,” said Anglesey, watching a carelessly carefully.

“Wow,” said Hinchcliffe. “I never thought I’d see so many in one go.”

“Yes, it’s sad. We used to have a huge adverb population—so huge that a cull was needed. But it went too far and now you hardly see them anywhere.” Anglesey turned to Hinchcliffe. “Would you like to go outside and get a better view?”

“Can we?” Hinchcliffe was taken aback. “Won’t we spook them?”

Anglesey shook his head. “They’ve learnt to be cautious around the young, but they’re relaxed with older people. They know we feel more positive towards them.” 

He opened the hide door, and he and Hinchcliffe edged slowly towards the adverbs. About ten yards away from the herd they stopped.

“Oh, they’re gorgeous,” whispered Hinchcliffe. “How can anyone not like them?” 

“They do add beauty and emotion to the language, it has to be said,” Anglesey whispered back. 

There was a nearby rock and Anglesey settled himself down to watch the adverbs. Hinchcliffe glanced around and found a tussock to sit on.

He quickly sprang up again though. “Aargh!” 

All the adverbs spun round to see where the noise had come from.

Anglesey frowned. “You’re going to frighten them.”

“But I’ve sat on an adjective!” Hinchcliffe pulled it away from the seat of his trousers. “It’s a prickly!”

He began shaking his hand rapidly. “And now it’s caught in my fingers! Oh, God—it hurts! It hurts!”

At the back of the herd a fearfully whimpered and shoved against its companions in an attempt to move to a safer position. The adverbs in front of it had no choice but to move forwards, the effect swiftly rippling outwards until at last those at the front of the herd were forced into running in order to escape the pressure.

Suddenly there was an adverb stampede heading straight for the two men.

Anglesey had the quicker reaction and managed to throw himself out of the way, but Hinchcliffe had been distracted and didn’t quite make it. Anglesey could only watch in horror as Hinchcliffe fell to the ground and completely disappeared under a torrent of adverbs.



Once the herd had passed and were no longer in sight, Anglesey scrambled over to his fallen companion.

“Oh, thank God!” Anglesey could see immediately that Hinchcliffe was still alive, though somewhat battered and bruised. He patted the injured man’s hand. “Lie still. I’ll call for an ambulance and we’ll soon get you to hospital.”

Hinchcliffe smiled weakly up at Anglesey. “You know what…”

“What?” Anglesey tried to return the smile.

“Sometimes,” said Hinchcliffe, “having fewer adverbs is a good idea.”

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