Capter 2 As the warming sun hung in the western sky on that cool fall day the boy sat listening to his grandpa rattle on about things that made little sense. At least the limestone shelf they set apon was warm as the revelation that the man he called Olds perhaps was, or had, lost his blooming mind! Ned was the boys name & could not recall ever being called that by dear old grampa. Was always Pup or Tadpole, some other reference to a young creature. Son or Boy being used only in proper moments. So Olds was the best comment or comeback for Ned from the un- use of his given name. The Granpa did not mind for he loved the continuing good hearted picking back & forth. Olds story of little man like creatures who lived & hid off in secluded corners of hill or hollow caused Ned to think the man probly couldnt remember his real name anyhow. The story went on with a boy left to pounder if his much loved grandpa was pulling a good one on him, lost his mind, or realy beleaved in minature peoples living out of sight. Ones who did not mind a tresspass through, but would not tollerate the changing of the land they claimed. I seen em said Olds, little fellars swinging axes & hammers & such on things that did not belong in their territory! Wee little hackers they were........ very real. concluded the man with hair the shade of cotton. He then tapped the ash out of his pipe onto the rock on wich they set. Paused as to think, then sweeping up the remains into his free hand to dump clumsely into the bib of his worn, tattered overhauls. For he wished not to offend those even more who had dismantled the boys rabbit trap. Ned looked about this stange hollow, at all his hard work destroyed. All the strange twisted trees with odd shaped knots & growths. The strangeness of all the rocks & their formations. The uneasy feeling of something more....... a shrill cry let out by a big blue hawk as it swooped by so close, raised the hair on the back of his neck & what ever was the case, he was spooked! Olds, thats a good one! came Neds shakey voice. Pa is calling the cows to milk, we better go! So they left with no more said of it. & thats what my granddad told me when I was a little boy concluded the man as he tucked his young boy to bed. But what happened next? a sleepy 7 year old asked as he rubbed the cobwebs & yawned. I will save that for another bed time. the father stated firmly. Did your Grandpa Ned ever.......... Go to bed! The two ended the conversation with the snap of a light switch. Chapter 3 some other time.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 08:23:27 +0000
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