| Author: | Rachael Long | ISBN: | 9781301965076 |
| Publisher: | Rachael Long | Publication: | October 11, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Rachael Long |
| ISBN: | 9781301965076 |
| Publisher: | Rachael Long |
| Publication: | October 11, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The third story in the Lost Forest series sees life in the forest carrying on much the same as ever – or perhaps not...
Honey Elephants are a rare and special thing and the subject of unwritten history...they also have knees... But this is not the beginning of our story. If a story must have a beginning then this one begins in a tree...
Long before tomorrow when today had not quite become yesterday and somewhere in-between lunch and dinner...two monkeys were sat in a tree...
And that would have been that except...except there is an awlful lot more.
The stork, for reasons the tree monkeys explain, went on holiday but he flew South instead of North and bumped into some jazz-loving badgers; while he was away, the tree monkeys set off to discover the Honey Elephant's honey yard. Then there are the Sisters of the Sacred Brethren, a group of flightless condors, headed toward the Lost Forest on a pilgrimage....and, completely separately, the Rajastan Dodo is now extinct... But to be fair, no one probably noticed...
Eventually they all come together in a chaotic tale of...well...you'll need to read the story to discover just what happens...or doesn't or should have... But as the stork says, “it's a metaphor, isn't it...a fossilised snake, a giant inner tube...no...erm...hominy grits?..oh, a pole..?”
“It is the one and the many at the same time...” replied Sister Dor of the Sisters of the Sacred Brethren.
The sun began to tire and slip down to the horizon, trying as best it could to cast butterfly shadows on the sand dunes until...in the cooling evening air, it sneezed, lost its balance and fell below the horizon plunging everything into darkness...
Oh and don't forget, it is probably a bad idea to feed the badgers honey...
And remember, the Honey Elephant is a rare and special thing and the subject of unwritten history...probably just a myth then...
The third story in the Lost Forest series sees life in the forest carrying on much the same as ever – or perhaps not...
Honey Elephants are a rare and special thing and the subject of unwritten history...they also have knees... But this is not the beginning of our story. If a story must have a beginning then this one begins in a tree...
Long before tomorrow when today had not quite become yesterday and somewhere in-between lunch and dinner...two monkeys were sat in a tree...
And that would have been that except...except there is an awlful lot more.
The stork, for reasons the tree monkeys explain, went on holiday but he flew South instead of North and bumped into some jazz-loving badgers; while he was away, the tree monkeys set off to discover the Honey Elephant's honey yard. Then there are the Sisters of the Sacred Brethren, a group of flightless condors, headed toward the Lost Forest on a pilgrimage....and, completely separately, the Rajastan Dodo is now extinct... But to be fair, no one probably noticed...
Eventually they all come together in a chaotic tale of...well...you'll need to read the story to discover just what happens...or doesn't or should have... But as the stork says, “it's a metaphor, isn't it...a fossilised snake, a giant inner tube...no...erm...hominy grits?..oh, a pole..?”
“It is the one and the many at the same time...” replied Sister Dor of the Sisters of the Sacred Brethren.
The sun began to tire and slip down to the horizon, trying as best it could to cast butterfly shadows on the sand dunes until...in the cooling evening air, it sneezed, lost its balance and fell below the horizon plunging everything into darkness...
Oh and don't forget, it is probably a bad idea to feed the badgers honey...
And remember, the Honey Elephant is a rare and special thing and the subject of unwritten history...probably just a myth then...
