Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young woman with extremely frizzy hair. It was so extremely frizzy that she was commonly refered to as the "grizzly bear". So, much so indeed that she began to iscolate herself from the rest of the village where she lived. She moved to her sparse belongings to the distant mountain range of Carpuldon. There she quite happily for a while. Then it began, each day started to bring a new wave of sorrow to her. For now not only was she alone, but each day the mountains rained down upon her house a thunderstorm of bolders that constanty had to be removed or the house would collapse. Now it came to happen that this shower of boulders was caused by a miner who each day brought the excavations for his new tunnel to the side of the cliff and tossed them over, completely unbeknowing that someone lived below. The woman grew tired of the constant bombardment on her house and decided that she would seek the source of all of her troubles. So she set out up the mountain hoping upon her return that her house would still be standing. It happened that upon this trek that she came to a swamp. Seeking to bring her journey to a swifter end she decided to travel through it. (Now, many would say that having a swamp in the mountains would be unusual, but in the region of Carpuldon it was not.) She reached the other side covered in the goo of the swamp but fearing the condition of her house she dared not stop. Above her the clouds began to dance the freinzed dance that only proceeded a terrific storm. Yet she did not stop. The skys opened. She continued to walk. The wind swept through the crags and bit down into her bones. She began to tire, her steps once confident soon became slow plods in the growing darkness. In the distance there was a light and the faint and tangy scent of smoke. Towards the light she traveled, hoping to find shelter that before she had dared not take. This house indeed belonged to the solitary miner, who soon heard a weak tapping upon his door. Opening the door he beheld the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, and indeed the swamp goo that had now been washed away by the storm smoothed her frizzy hair and allowed the beauty of her face to shine through. He willingly took her into his house and lodged her for the night. There she discovered that he was the one who had been dumping the rocks down the mountain and she quickly explained her position to him. Well to make a long story short, they got married after a few months living together for her house had indeed been destroyed and he had offered her his house to live in. And he soon became rich through his mining and they lived happily ever after.
 Fireformed · Wed Aug 15, 2007 @ 06:56am · 2 Comments |
