Today's post is a "guest" post! Our own dearly beloved Nate Reckrap* has put his mischevious journalistic mind to the task of telling in humorous fashion what would ordinarily be a rather plain story. Okay, brother Nate...you're on!
Let Sleeping Mountains Lie
A wise man once said, "Let sleeping mountains lie." (Or was it "sleeping dragons"? Either way, it doesn't matter much for the purpose of this story.)
A wise man once said, "Let sleeping mountains lie."
The two generals either had never heard this, or simply ignored the advice. Camping on either side of Mount Ree, which runs north and south, the generals were on the prowl.
General Curiosity, leading a fine, fat army, was clothed in outrageous garments of black and white splotches.
General Runty, head of a trim little army, was dressed entirely in black with just a spot of white at the throat.
The latter general's notion of fighting was a little more stealthy that that of the heftier general. General Curiosity kept leading charge after pouncing charge over the crest of the mountain. Young Runty struck back repeatedly, sending the older general back into camp. When Runty attacked it tended to be around the foot of the mountain rather than over the top.
It cannot be said exactly how long this combat between the two brave generals was waged before the inner depth of Mount Ree began to stir. Slowly, gradually, out of deep, sweet sleep, the mountain began to heave. Near the head of mountain, two muddy pools were uncovered, brown with stirred up silt.
Still, the two generals continued to attack and counter attack. General Curiosity cresting the mountain again and being driven back. General Runty crouched, ready to spring...
Suddenly, the mountain laughed!
Ah, what dreams....what ridiculous dreams I do imagine. For the mountain began to play with the two generals, calling them both affectionally by endearing names like "Curio" and "Runts". The little foot hills wiggled and caused giggles to arise as Runty pounced!
What is this? Mountains laughing and playing? Generals unafraid of rumbling mountains...indeed, generals emboldened by the shaking and twitching of said mountain?
Dreams! Dreams all!
And yet...it is the truth. How can that be?
Why my friends, it is quite simple!
It is thus: I have simply told you a story of how one girl was awaken by the playful antics of her two cats.
[Ever glad to be of service; Nathaniel Nathan Reckrap]
I hope you enjoyed Nate's tale. He's been snickering over the prospect of writing it ever since this morning's coffee...
Racheal
*Nate: He is affectionately known as my "invisible twin brother". Nate and I have 'co-existed' since I was eight...he's my male alter-ego (ha!), going about rescuing damsels in distress (usually his sisters Isabelle and Francine). Guess that's what happens when you "always play the boy"--you create one who stays with you forever. :)
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