They were at the ferry crossing, and they knew this only because they saw a scruffy banner with 'Fery X-in' daubed in huge thick and darkish red letters. Little Barry worriedly said with a gulp "It looks like it's written in blood". There was also a makeshift jetty with a small hut nearby. An old looking troll emerged from the hut and greeted them all with a toothless half smile, he said "The next ferry will be here in 10 minutes, I need to see ze paperss? He then showed a minor look of embarrassment and very quickly and in a completely different voice, rather sheepishly he said "um..... sorry wrong script". He then took a moment to compose himself before finally saying "Do you have the sacrifice for the ferryman?"

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Barry nudged Barry, who searched through his bag for the ferryman's sacrifice. "Here it is," said Barry, "We have brought you a SHRUBBERY!"

The old troll grumbled "Now who's on the wrong script?!?"

And then the old troll reluctantly muttered "It is a good shrubbery. I like the laurels particularly. But there is one small problem."

"What is that?" replied the Barry's eagerly in unison.

"I am no longer with the trolls who say nee." A small chorus of nee's were heard from inside the hut. The troll looked over his shoulder somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes" he continued "I am now with the trolls who say ecky-ecky-ecky-ecky-pikang-zoom-boing-mumble-mumble."

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The two Barrys looked at each other in disbelife...yea right, they said in usion.

The old troll stood there and then said ...ok you got me, you have passed the test, go a head and enter the island.

Both Barrys grinned with great glee.

As they went to leave the old troll, he stopped them..Oh by the way there are three foot paths down the way. when you get there, you must chose the right one.

One will lead to your dreams..., one will lead to riches and the other will lead to a place you have never thought of.

Each one looks normal, the choice is yours....One word of warning....

The barrys took a deep breath as they waited for what came next.

The troll looked deep into their eyes.. steadied him self on a tree....

What ever path you choose, once you place your feet on, you can not turn back, you must go forward....

With that he truned and melted in the mist.

The two Barrys stood looking at the space were the troll stood..............

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Barry looked at barry with a blank look on his face, "what do we do? where do we go? which path to take?" he asked. "dunno" barry replied. "well shall we leave it for fate to decide or do we take responsibility and choose ourselves"

"thats a very good question" barry said to barry, "if there is such a thing as fate then surely the decision already been made" both barry's looked at each other in amazement, "i'm a worm, your a monkey this conversation is way out of our league" barry said to barry.

"sod it" barry said, "i'm gonna spin round a few times, get all dizzy then run and hope for the best"

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So barry span around, got dizzy and started to run towards the first path, and left a very disgruntled (other) barry behind.
"Damn it" he said "what the hell do I do now?"
it was starting to get darker, and he thought to himself, 'i just need to get some cover before the....'

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The Things that mostly come out at night come for us......

...come out again, and make us eat that god-awful anchovy pizza-pie. It took me three weeks, last time, to...

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to come up with an alternative for tomato ketchup and I hate dry pizza, but what have we here?

Barry the worm had a crestfallen and forlorn look about him, he was very articulate with his expressions being just a worm. He had been left behind now and he was having crazy thoughts about pizza pie. He decided that it was time to move on. Perhaps I don't need Barry the monkey as a companion he thought, I need to learn to stand on my own two.... um well I need to learn to survive on my own. So Barry decided to take the second path.

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This second path took the worm down a long route, with fields either side filled with corn, and and the odd scarecrow.

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Barry the worm starting to fear he had made an unwise choice was thinking of turning back but the words of the ferryman were like haunting chants in his head, his skin was like sandpaper and coming out between the cornfields he was about to heave a sigh of relief as he started out on some moist and soft terrain when he became aware, of the subtle yet distinct sense of an undulating movement beneath him.....

he decided to talk to the scarecrow to see why it had really wanted a pole stuck up him. Then he found out the the scarecrow was really bummed about not having a brain or something, the scarecrow leapt up and started to perform a song and dance routine, something along the lines of 'i wish a had a brain'

Barry thought, this was rubbish, as he hated musicals of any shape or form, and decided that he could no longer stand the scarecrows warbling and prancing about, he said...

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damnit axle! you beat me to it!

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Barry realised there was witchcraft in the air as his thoughts had become jumbled and he obviously had developed a split personality.... which one was real he asked himself... (lol)