Sunday, October 25, 2009

Derek the Wanderer

Derek the Wanderer once stumbled over a great log from which a rabbit ran out the hollowed side and darted downward towards the briar patch. Unknowingly the rabbit accidently trampled over a serpent that had been slithering along in search of a tasty treat but upon being stepped on let out a great hiss. This inadvertently terrified a nearby dove on the low hanging tree branch directly above the serpent and caused the dove to fly away in fright eastward with the wind whereupon it landed on a shoddy chimney of a house in the village of Gnarlesburry. Now the chimney being poorly constructed and left without maintenance for the space of many years gave way under the weight of the obese dove and thereby collapsed with a great crash.  Bricks lay scattered about and the entire side of the cottage was in shambles, much to the dismay of the poor family that lived there. However, one unfortunate brick had struck the backside of a passing horse hauling a coach which drove him into an uncontrollable sprint down the main thoroughfare of the town. Upon reaching the town square, narrowly avoid several accidents to this point, the horse and buggy finally made an abrupt end to its race by slamming into a farmer’s giant pumpkin stand. As pumpkins and debris flew through the air, a great panic erupted and townsfolk scattered hurriedly to avoid being pummeled by falling produce. Amidst the commotion no one scarcely notice a disturb lantern had been knocked from its perch and smashed on the ground, igniting a gargantuan bushel of hay. The fire quickly spread to the nearby buildings and was carried on by the wind through the wooden buildings of the town faster than its citizens could organize and fight the flames. It was about this same time that Derek finally reached the end of the forest path and beheld the terrible crisis before his eyes. Fortunately, Derek was well versed in the ways of the wind and the water of yore and caused a tremendous storm of rain to fall upon Gnarlesburry, extinguishing the fire almost as quickly as it had begun. After dispersing the storm the townsfolk raised Derek upon their shoulders shouting praises and showering him with what little fortunes they still had remaining. Sadly, after enjoying the fine people’s company for only a couple of days, he was forced to speedily flee the village after an unwitting string of unrelated incidents implicated that Derek had spent an evening with the mayor’s young and very attractive daughter (this in fact was true, but the conclusion was reached through faulty evidence, hearsay and the appearance of a strange, furry goat). And so Derek the Wanderer traveled onward and wither he will stop next only time shall tell.

1 comment:

  1. Life imitates art. The butterfly effect or is it affect? For every action there is a reaction. I reacted positively to this reaction of thoughts.

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