As the sky darkened that fateful evening there was something different than any other before. The words from the Gypsy laid heavy on the minds of the people who had heard her speak, however, something this night was unlike the others, for even the creatures stopped and quietly hid in their makeshift homes. Over toward the East the land shook, but, only a small shake was felt and not by most. Think of it more as if some children were playing and hit the side of a building is how it seemed. A large butterfly skipped across the sky from fear, but what kind of fear would startle it so? Could it be? Not one of the gypsies as we all knew why they had come but what other kind of unnatural force could be happening there?? Long, Long ago a family of Ogres had passed through town, one of them had gotten sick and passed to the great beyond, buried deep within the earth it was thought this was the last of them, But oh no, not this night. As the Earth shook TWO mushroom shaped hills rose toward the sky and a hand was seen coming from the ground. Could this be the one Ogre that had long ago vanished? the rest of the body part by part as the Earth shook came closer and closer to the surface. Leaving a small round patch of blue almost like weeds where the Ogre had risen. This Ogre whom we shall call Oscar looked around the town and then to the trees, he noticed the encampment of Gypsies and the few other changes happening around.
Oscar walked quietly toward town slinking between buildings as we went, when he approached a small creek that passed along under a small wooden bridge he stopped and slipped quietly under the bridge waiting for the sky to brighten with the next morning. But what was Oscar looking for?>? Perhaps we will have to see when the sun rises high in the sky tomorrow
Written by Gwen Gudkov Roughneck
Hidden Sanctuary Events Storyteller
Oscar walked quietly toward town slinking between buildings as we went, when he approached a small creek that passed along under a small wooden bridge he stopped and slipped quietly under the bridge waiting for the sky to brighten with the next morning. But what was Oscar looking for?>? Perhaps we will have to see when the sun rises high in the sky tomorrow
Written by Gwen Gudkov Roughneck
Hidden Sanctuary Events Storyteller