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Fun at Bovine’s annual fun fair
There’s a lot going on for children at Bovine TX this summer.
Not only have we got Nana Lou reading stories on the Butterfly and the Windmill each night at Dr. M’s treehouse.
We’ve also got the fun fair at Bovine. There’s a Ferris wheel, a big slide, a seesaw and for the adults even a wheel of fortune.
Bovine’s brass band takes care of the musical accompaniment of this all.
Be seeing y’all at the Bovine Fun Fair !
Lots of fun at Bovine’s annual fun fair
Postcard from The Village
We received a postcard from the village.
I don’t know yet who send it, it’s just the front side now we see.
Many Happy Returns
Nr 6 at the trailer ?
During an experiment Nr 2 with help from Nr 14 (the doctor) manage to look into Nr 6’s thoughts, dreams.
They display these onto a large screen.
As we can see from this still, Nr 6 must have been at our trailer earlier, for how else could he have these displayed thoughts, memories?
Still confused at The Village
Not only can we travel back and forth between The Village and Bovine TX, now we also have a secret TV-channel on DS106-TV.
Just tune in into Prisoner106 and watch what’s going on in The Village.
Nana Lou tells the story of The little Butterfly and the Old House
If you’re too tired to read the story by yourself,
you can now relax and lay back ’cause 
Nana Lou will tell you all about our Little Butterfly and the Old House.
Hold on tight ’cause it’s getting a bit spooky this time!
Recorder version of Isle in the Mist
The eyes of the long lost lassy stare at you at dawn when the mist from the see comes on shore.
The Celtic festival poster got Ron Burgeron’s attention for sure!
By using his timecycle Ron Burgeron travelled back in time to bonny old Scotland and managed to record a lone recorder player playing the old song The Ilse Of Myst.
Ron got enchanted by the old Celtic music and took out his mouth harp to accompany the recorder player.
How the little butterfly got to her name
How the butterfly got her name
Nadine van Maasakker and Ron Leunissen
The holidays had just started and the children were already enjoying their stay with Nana Lou. After a day full of adventures there was no better ending than to have Nana Lou read a bedtime story. Freshly showered with their nightgowns on, the children sat ready for the next story.
Nana Lou started to tell …
After the old windmill and the butterfly had agreed to share their adventures, the young butterfly looked around and asked the windmill, “what’s that there, is that also a kind of windmill?”
“That’s the house of the miller and his family. They take well care of me and I take care of them by doing my very best when at work for them.”
“That’s good,” said the butterfly, “I’m so curious, would it be okay if I went to have a closer look?” Even before the windmill could answer, the butterfly took off and flew towards the miller’s house.
“Oh well,” laughed the windmill, “I just wanted to ask her whether she already had a name. But we’ll see to that later.”
As the butterfly reached the house, she perched in front of a window and saw the miller and his family sitting at the table. At that moment a car stopped in front of the house. A man, woman and three children got out. The miller opened his door and stepped outside. The butterfly hid herself and kept very quiet.
“Good morning, miller.”
“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” said the miller.
“That’s a long story, but I’ll keep it short.”
The man introduced himself and his family to the miller and told about his grandparents having found refuge in the old windmill during the war.
“That was what saved them”, he said, “and it made my birth many years later possible.”
The man told about his grandfather breaking the silence about the war and telling him all what happened. His grandfather and grandmother survived the war. Other family members weren’t so lucky.
He wanted to see the windmill where his grandparents hid for so long himself and said that he felt very lucky to have found the right windmill after searching for so long.
The little butterfly got curious and came out of her hiding place. She flew towards the little daughter of the man’s family. The girl stretched out her hands and let the butterfly land on her palms.
“Daddy, daddy, can we keep her? She’s so pretty!”
The father looked at the girl and the butterfly with tender eyes and said, “what a special butterfly. She’s so pretty. I would very much like to have her with us and enjoy her beauty. But she must be able to play with the wind and see the world.”
Then the man spoke to the butterfly, “dear little butterfly, this is a special day for us, and it’s not a coincidence that you come to meet us on this day. Giving you a name will make you connected to us forever and will make us remember your beauty. I give you my grandmother’s name, Ziva. She was a beautiful and strong woman. Ziva means radiance, light of god, lofty splendor. This real name of my grandmother was not to be used because it was too dangerous at that time. Only my grandfather used to whisper it when all was save, to remind my grandmother of who she was. Now fly free little Ziva and enjoy all there is to see in the world. Maybe we’ll meet again some day.”
The girl gently stroked Ziva’s wings and gave her a little kiss. Then the wind took the little butterfly and brought it back to the old windmill.
The butterfly was touched by this short yet meaningful adventure. She landed gently on the windmill’s sail.
“You’re back,” said the windmill, “what I wanted to ask you, do you have a name yet?”
“Yes,” said the butterfly, “I’ve got a name, it’s Ziva.”
“I happened to know a Ziva once, that’s a long time ago. She was a very special lady. It was a rough time when she and her husband stayed with us.”
The butterfly told the windmill all that had happened and the old windmill was happy to hear that all had ended well with the woman and her husband.”
“Okay, that’s it little pumkins, off to bed now,” said Nana Lou.
Another great day in Bovine had ended. More adventures yet to come …
Introducing Dark Daisy
Unknown yet to the Burgeron family in Bovine TX, yet well known soon in The Village: Daisy (aka Dark Daisy).
Don’t let those cute cheeks fool you, you’ll never know which side she’s on.
And, she ain’t telling you, because that would be telling.
Village Information Card – Dark Daisy, local Femme Fatale
Ron Burgeron at the village – update: Timecycle works !
I’m old Ron Burgeron. As you can see my part in The Village is to be the Time Traveller. If you want to know how I got to my timecycle, just click here where I’ll tell you the whole true story.
Ron’s quote from The Prisoner comes from the second episode where the Colonel while playing chess says “we’re all pawns”.
Well, Ron Burgeron might be a pawn in a bigger game he doesn’t understand, but he’ll never be a number!
If you want to hear old Ron sing about the love of his life, you can listen to what happened that night in Bovine TX right here.
— UPDATE —
The timecycle works! Ron can escape The Village by using his timecycle.
The Burgeron Family 