Throwback Thursday 05/07/2020

Hello Friends!

Gather round while I spin a tale about the Land of La Longi!

Good morning.  Coffee is on and the fire burns hot. 

James returned from patrol and they saw nothing. They heard plenty, but I suspect it is the natural sound of the area. There is a peculiar howling sound that comes from the forest that really demoralizes the guards. We need to hunt whatever it is and see if they are tasty. Perhaps It’s a Pequin. That is what the Heron call them.

I am sure Jeptha has seen one. He roams the woods nonstop. 

Storyteller: the Beast starts making his way to the Campfire from the woods. There is an unmistakable smell.

“Hey there you nasty goat! Where have you been?”

“The Forest”

“You stink very badly! Have you thought about a bath?”

“The fish do not like when I bathe.”

“I like when you bathe, Jeptha. Look at you, you need to trim that beard or cut it off. It looks wretched, Jeptha.”

“I am BEAST!”

“Yes you are. Jeptha, what is that carrying on out there? Sounds terrifying like a scream. Is it a Pequin?”

“Were you over this way the other day, Jeptha?”

“I eat the Predator. It is Red Meat. It is very flavored. They sit in trees and will jump on you. Their skin hurts when you touch them.”

“WHY ALL THE QUESTIONS? I WANT TO SIT AND BE STILL. YES I WAS HERE. PEQUIN IS TASTY. I LOVE PREDATOR MEAT.”

“Jeptha, it is ok. When you are out hunting, will you bring a skin back so we can know what we have out there?”

“I do not want to SHARE! I found it! It is mine!”

“Are you out courting a Heron girl, Jeptha? “

“WHAT IS COURTING?”

“Spending time, Jeptha. You be careful over there, Jeptha. If you go into her home, they may say you are married to her.”

“I CANNOT MARRY. I AM BEAST. SHE IS NICE TO BEAST. NOTHING MORE. ARRRRRGG”

“YOU ARE MAKING ME MAD!!!!!!!!!!”

Jeptha

“You are right Jeptha, you are friends. Be sure others are around when you talk to any women in the village over there.”

“WHERE IS GRUMPET?”

” I bet Grumpet is around. She is probably hiding from you because you smell like death. TAKE A BATH!”

The  Man with the Shepherds Crook brought strong medicine to the Heron man’s wife according to the Heron that joined me at the Campfire this morning. 

According to the Heron warrior, she is recovering. 

Today, a family brought their child to the Man with the Shepherds Crook. He is gravely ill. There is something to thisI have heard of this before someplace long ago. I am interested in this man’s beliefs. Many of the Heron do not like Shepherd’s Crook Man. I am practical and concrete but it is obvious there is an underlying spiritual matter at hand. 

As we sit near the Campfire, the Bard begins tuning the strange instrument given to him as a gift from the Heron tribe. All goes quiet. 

Galvin, The Bard( originally written on Rememberance Day)

Friends!

I sit with you here today,

With words of remembrance in play.

On the date of nine and eleven,

Some of our countrymen went to heaven.

Dragons with riders attacked with fire

Killing many drawing our ire.

They took the lives of man and maiden,

On innocent lives had death bin laden

We feared and trembled in fire’s wake

Molten metal flowed like water.

It was a surprise attack we did quake,

As pain consumed our sons and daughter.

We gathered ourselves and buried our dead

Mourned the loss of blood that was shed.

A cowards act killing young and old,

Against a warrior would you be so bold?

We like men gathered ourselves together,

Determined to destroy evil that had been weathered.

We looked for the cowards we did not tire.

We found a crazy world, they set their own on fire.

A twisted world where hatred is taught,

Cruelty norm women sold and bought.

We liberated cities and fought evil with haste

The horseman of death we ground into paste.

We put bounty on dragons their lairs did find,

And put boots on the ground and into behind.

Hoo sane we sane

Evil on us been laden,

Death took a toll and gave us pain

This we have not forgotten

We slaughtered the dragons and riders 

with drive and motion

Took their foul corpses,

And threw them in the ocean.

Harm they did seek and they did us wrongly,

Don’t try and mess with the Land Of La Longi!

Author: The Storyteller

Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down.

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