rabid reader
07-24-2009, 05:34 PM
There stood a young billy looking into a heavily forested woods. His horns just barly purtruding from his head, his beard barly grown from his chin. "Ah these woods!" He thought to himself as he continued to examine it.
In the front of the woods stood the hard barked oaks whose lush-green leaves emulated the very dream of animals entering the forest's future. IN the trees the most beautiful of birds sang and flashed their feathers, becoming a carrot for those looking upon them. Often one would hear things from the animals, such as: "One day I'll be a bird." or you'd hear, "One day I'll live the good life."
The billy looked on into the land he had heard about. Lies, dreams and fairytales that escape the boarders of this forest only to tease those who lived outside them. The billy should have realized that most of the rumours would not be true, but he couldn't let himself believe that Utopia did not exist.
The billy began his approach toward his promised land, but in the shadows layer those who believed the woods were the property of only them. The wolves and bear would chase those they found trying to sneak into the forest and forced the animals, such as the billy, to be very cautious. The billy did not know of these animals, so he was quite surprised when he found a pack of wolves start to bark at him, madness in their eyes and salvia on their coats. The shock of this horrendous sight caused such surprise in the billy that he immediately fled to the top of a very high hill. A hill in which he could view all of the forest.
The billy soon began to see something he did not expect to see when he looked over the hill's crest. When he looked down on the forest he noticed that the lush-green of the outer forest was in great contrast to the brown and decay of the inner forest. In the woods goats, such as the billy, carried the oaks on their backs and when they would rest the other animals would yell and spit at them, and the beautiful dream like birds would defecate on them as they swerved in a drunken stoned mess. The disgust the billy experienced was unimaginable. His brethren were nothing but unthanked, even hated, slaves. They were betrayed by propagated lies, but the billy still stood and watched the forest, and its monkeys.
The billy noticed something that made him kind of laugh to himself when he saw it. In the centre of the forest, on a tree stump, stood a man in a fine Italian business suit. He was spinning in circles saying, "Me, me, me, me, me..." and as he did all of this he kept pointing his right arm in what appeared to be random directions.
It did not take the billy long to discover what the pointing in fact caused. Every time the business man pointed in a direction, an oak would uproot itself and land in a farm, orchard, field or even another forest, that laid in that direction. The result of this would always be that all production of this area be halted and the oak would rape and reap all the seeds they had never sowed. Sometimes causing the area mass starvation and unprecedented death.
The billy just stood there in awe and dispel as this continued to happen. He stood there and watched as the animals began to herd up and detain the goats. He saw them unjustly persecute and evict his brothers. He say the animal revolts when the trees began to slow because nothing was there to help move them.
The billy laughed to himself a bit when the business man began to get old and his arm began to get tired. The billy watched as the business man sat down and let the forest decay consume him, and his chant faded into nothing but a dream.
The billy saw as the birds began to fall out of their oaks and were unable to return to them. the billy laughed as the other animals began to defecated on their dreams, much to the birds dismay.
It was not until the billy say the lush-green leaves dark did the billy move. His beard dangling around his ankles, his horns folded in on themselves twice, he turned his back on the forest. "Arrogance is strength, but wisdom is the muscle of sustainability." He said as he began to search for greener pastors.
In the front of the woods stood the hard barked oaks whose lush-green leaves emulated the very dream of animals entering the forest's future. IN the trees the most beautiful of birds sang and flashed their feathers, becoming a carrot for those looking upon them. Often one would hear things from the animals, such as: "One day I'll be a bird." or you'd hear, "One day I'll live the good life."
The billy looked on into the land he had heard about. Lies, dreams and fairytales that escape the boarders of this forest only to tease those who lived outside them. The billy should have realized that most of the rumours would not be true, but he couldn't let himself believe that Utopia did not exist.
The billy began his approach toward his promised land, but in the shadows layer those who believed the woods were the property of only them. The wolves and bear would chase those they found trying to sneak into the forest and forced the animals, such as the billy, to be very cautious. The billy did not know of these animals, so he was quite surprised when he found a pack of wolves start to bark at him, madness in their eyes and salvia on their coats. The shock of this horrendous sight caused such surprise in the billy that he immediately fled to the top of a very high hill. A hill in which he could view all of the forest.
The billy soon began to see something he did not expect to see when he looked over the hill's crest. When he looked down on the forest he noticed that the lush-green of the outer forest was in great contrast to the brown and decay of the inner forest. In the woods goats, such as the billy, carried the oaks on their backs and when they would rest the other animals would yell and spit at them, and the beautiful dream like birds would defecate on them as they swerved in a drunken stoned mess. The disgust the billy experienced was unimaginable. His brethren were nothing but unthanked, even hated, slaves. They were betrayed by propagated lies, but the billy still stood and watched the forest, and its monkeys.
The billy noticed something that made him kind of laugh to himself when he saw it. In the centre of the forest, on a tree stump, stood a man in a fine Italian business suit. He was spinning in circles saying, "Me, me, me, me, me..." and as he did all of this he kept pointing his right arm in what appeared to be random directions.
It did not take the billy long to discover what the pointing in fact caused. Every time the business man pointed in a direction, an oak would uproot itself and land in a farm, orchard, field or even another forest, that laid in that direction. The result of this would always be that all production of this area be halted and the oak would rape and reap all the seeds they had never sowed. Sometimes causing the area mass starvation and unprecedented death.
The billy just stood there in awe and dispel as this continued to happen. He stood there and watched as the animals began to herd up and detain the goats. He saw them unjustly persecute and evict his brothers. He say the animal revolts when the trees began to slow because nothing was there to help move them.
The billy laughed to himself a bit when the business man began to get old and his arm began to get tired. The billy watched as the business man sat down and let the forest decay consume him, and his chant faded into nothing but a dream.
The billy saw as the birds began to fall out of their oaks and were unable to return to them. the billy laughed as the other animals began to defecated on their dreams, much to the birds dismay.
It was not until the billy say the lush-green leaves dark did the billy move. His beard dangling around his ankles, his horns folded in on themselves twice, he turned his back on the forest. "Arrogance is strength, but wisdom is the muscle of sustainability." He said as he began to search for greener pastors.