Monday, March 22, 2010

Origin of stories?

The boy drags a stick underneath the bows of a tree grown thick and heavy. A large bird flaps black wings, squawking. The boy looks up at the bird with a scowl, "Why don't the birds trust us? We don't eat them and we don't kill them, yet they flee our approach."

"These birds have never trusted men. ", says his grand mother, carefully picking her steps beside him.


"I'm sure it has something to do with a man taking a woman who was not his to take. That’s how trust is lost among all nature's foolish spawn.", she scowls in turn at the boy's father standing yards ahead guarding the way into denser forest.

The boy watches the bird sink into the thick green canopy across the valley wondering if birds remember ancient wrongs in the same way he is reminded.

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