Post by Tawnya on Jul 22, 2006 20:44:31 GMT -5
The Finding
Scrap and Scar were the ones who found it. They were always poking around where they shouldn't. They were always getting growled at or swatted with Mother's sharp-clawed foot for being too nosy.
We all knew the stories. How the two-leggers blew up the world with the red-hot and then they were gone. There were other stories of things they had left behind. Some four-leggers said they knew where some of it was. They told in the story circles about the box-things which sat on the ground and the two-leggers going in and out of them. They told about the smaller box-things that moved on turn-things and how some four-leggers were killed when they got too close.
After the two-leggers blew themselves up with the red-hot, the four-leggers went where they were safe. They seemed to know instinctively where the red-hot had not spread and gravitated there. They learned how to live in harmony and the stories of before the red-hot were never forgotten. Yes, we knew the stories, but it was hundreds of years ago, and we never thought we would see any of the things the elders talked about.
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It was sunny that day. Scrap and Scar had been gone a long time, which was not unusual, and they ran, pell-mell, into the common area, breathless and stuttering, trying to tell Mother something. Phew! Did they STINK! She tried to calm them, but no amount of hushing would dampen their excitement, so finally, she swatted them and they quieted. Then she covered her nose with her paw, and told them to calm down and slowly tell her what happened.
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They had gone further afield than usual that day, looking for adventure. What they found was a few nuts, some berries, and a brook to swim in after they ate, and then a tree to nap under.
When they woke, they decided to go a little farther, and they came upon a box-thing standing in a clearing. Being the curious four-leggers that they are, they went right up to the box-thing and stood there looking at it.
Soon, Scar, the more inquisitive one, wanted to go inside and see what was in there. Scrap didn't see how they could get in, but Scar said if the two-leggers could do it when they were here, then certainly a four-legger could, since obviously, four-leggers were smarter. So, they sniffed around the outside of the box-thing and finally found a way in.
When they got inside, they poked around, investigating first this corner, then that, being their usual, nosy selves, until they came to a room with some funny shaped board-things in it. There were also some more box-things with doors that were standing open. Inside were some stubby log-things, but there was something funny about them. The bark on them was smooth, not rough, like the log-things outside.
Growing bored with their adventure, they decided to go back outside, but planned to come back. Maybe they could use this box-thing somehow, they thought.
Soon, they knew they had better be going home, or they would hear the sharp side of Mother's tongue and it wouldn't be bathing them. So, off they went.
They hadn't gone far, when they heard a growl in the thicket off to their left. They looked and a very large and tall four-legger with big, white teeth and long, black claws stood up on its hind legs and roared at them. They yelped and began to run as fast as they could for home.
Heedless of the ferns and grasses whipping their faces, they raced through the forest. Panting, they splashed through the brook they had swum in earlier, imagining they could hear the huge four-legger crashing through the brush after them.
They came out of the woods at breakneck speed, topping a hill and glimpsing home. Unfortunately for them, at that same moment, they also spotted a small, black four-legger with a white stripe down its back. Scrap stopped dead in his tracks, and Scar piled into the rear end of him, nearly knocking him head over heels.
The little four-legger raised its hind legs up over its head and sprayed its musk all over them. Scrap yelped. Being in front, he had gotten some in his eyes.
The two began running again, Scar in the lead, since he could see, Scrap doing his best to keep up in spite of his blurred vision. They ran into the common area and began hollering for Mother.
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After Scrap and Scar found this box-thing, it was decided we would all move here to live. You can see the board-things and the log-things in there. And in that room over there, you can see some strange stick-things that sit on a kind of soft board-thing. We think the stick things used to be a two-legger, but they never move or bother us. We just ignore them.
The End