Intro:
I was born on the first day of Spring, when mama's apples were big, ripe, and ready to be picked. My father helped her through labor, I was born in our house. I had a big head, full of red hair. As my mother cradled me and ruffled my hair, she looked up at my father and said "I want to name her Apple.." My father smiled and nodded his head in agreement, "Apple it is." He then took a bite out of the apple he was holding.
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Hot Buns-
Mama was in the kitchen cooking when I ran in. The sun was starting to rise up over the hills. "Mmm, smells delicious. What are you cooking mama?" I peeked around her and saw her kneading some dough on the counter.
She turned over to look at me and smiled, "I'm baking some bread for your father to take to town later."
My eyes lit up, "Can I have one?" I loved eating my mama's homemade bread rolls with jam.
"Of course, I'll save some for you and papa to have." She responded as I stood on my tippy toes beside her. I loved watching mama make food and sometimes she would even let me be her helper.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Animal-Human Hybrids: The Woodlings
In a village called "Kakkomoa" lived animal-human hybrids. They had formerly been children that were abandoned and taken in/raised by animals. They joined together and started their own tribe; they called themselves the "Woodlings." Their village resembled a Native American community. They harvested and built everything on their own. Cub was one of the woodlings; he was a bear-human hybrid. He had been raised by bears since he was a baby.
Cub the Bearling
Children were being adopted by animals; abandoned babies, runaway orphans. Animals would take them in and raise them as one of their own. These children were known as "Woodlings." Cub was one of them.
Cub was a young boy who had been adopted by animals. His mother had abandoned him in the woods, shortly after giving birth to him. Cub was soon taken in by a mama bear who found him while searching for dinner one evening. Instead of eating him, she took him in as one of her own. Cub grew up as one of the bear cubs, he would talk and act like a bear. He was a skilled fisher and often went to fetch dinner for him and his family.
Tragedy struck their quaint little home, forest fires broke out and then hunting season was upon them "Stay away from the men with the guns," his mother would warn him and his brothers and sisters. Cub and his siblings were barely let out of the cozy little cave they lived in. "You must stay in here where it's safe," their mother urged them.
Cub was a curious boy and one day when he was playing inside with his siblings, he heard a gun shot. His mother had gone out earlier in search of dinner and they were all worried. "Oh I hope mama's okay.." Cub thought, "What if those mean creatures that invade our territory caught her?" Finally he decided he would go out and take a look as his siblings huddled together, full of fear.
"Be careful!" They called out to him as he made his way down the long dirt passage that led outside.
"Stay here and take care of each other," Cub lectured them. Cub was the oldest and was often left in charge of his siblings. "I'll be right back.." Those were the last words they heard of him before he ventured off into the woods.
Cub made a bear call once he was outside, hoping it wouldn't call unwanted attention to him. But he had to find a way to call out to his mother. It was far too dangerous to roam the woods alone, especially during this time of year when those evil creatures lurked the woods. "Graawwrr!" Cub called out and stood up to sniff the air. He stopped to listen for a response, but nothing was heard other than the birds in the trees. Suddenly rustling was heard from some bushes nearby and Cub ran to hide behind a big pine tree. He waited for a moment and then slowly peeked from behind. Just then the rustling continued and Cub began to nervously shake, "What if those creatures had found him?" He stood as still as he could behind the tree and looked up as he considered climbing it. Before he could run up the tree, a deer and her fawn ran out of the bushes. Cub did a sigh of relief, "That was close.." He thought as he slowly came out from behind the tree, carefully taking note of his surroundings. The area seemed safe, but the hunters would sneak up on you like that when you least expected it. His mother would tell him and his siblings horror stories of them that made Cub shiver with fear. They were sneakier than a lion hunting it's prey. Cub decided he would climb a tree so he could get a better view of the forest. He climbed up one of the trees next to him and once he was high enough to see the river that ran through the forest, he stopped to sit on a branch. It was hard to see between the leaves, but Cub caught glimpse of his friend Hopper playing in the water down below. "What is he doing outside right now?" Cub panicked, "Doesn't he know there's hunters about?" Then he remembered that hunters only preyed on certain animals; frogs were usually exempt from that group. Still, it was dangerous for a young child to be out alone during a dangerous time like this. "Hopper!" He tried calling out to him, "Hopper, it's me Cub!" Hopper stopped splashing around and looked up towards the trees with a confused expression on his face.
"Cub?" He called back out, "Where are you?"
"Come towards my voice!" Cub called out, "I'm coming down!"
"You're in a tree?" Hopper responded while he stopped to look up at the treetops.
"No, now I'm climbing back down!" Cub quickly made his way back down to the ground and ran through the woods towards the river. Right as he was reaching the clearing where the river was, Hopper bumped into him.
"Oh hey! There you are!" Hopper was excited to see his friend, "Isn't it dangerous for you to be out right now?"
Cub looked around, "Yeah, I'm not supposed to be outside right now. I came out to look for my mother, she had gone out to look for dinner a while ago and hadn't returned. Then we heard a gunshot and I got worried; I had to come look for her." It was strange his mother wasn't fishing by the river, she usually brought fish back home for dinner.
"I don't know.." Hopper looked a bit concerned, "I've seen hunters walking around the woods all day.. I'm really glad they leave us frogs alone.."
"You're lucky.." Cub said as Hopper hopped back over to the water, "But you should still be careful.."
"Yeah, I know.. I was just out for a snack, like some tasty mosquitoes.." He licked his lips.
"I don't know how you eat those gross things.." Cub grimaced, "I can't imagine eating that over some fresh juicy fish." Hopper hopped up and caught a bug with his tongue, just as Cub said that.
"Want to come over for some yummy fly pie later?" Hopper smiled at him.
"N-no thanks," Cub kindly refused, "I have to go look for my mother now. See you around!"
"Be careful!" His friend croaked out after him.
After searching for his mother for a while without finding a trace, he stopped to rest on a tree stump. "Maybe I should just head back now.." He started contemplating. The woods were now beginning to get dark. "No!" He stopped himself, "I can't give up until I find my mother!" With that he took off darting through the woods again. He was fearful, yet determined.
*Story cont: (summed up) Cub runs into some hunters and nearly gets caught by them. They seem confused by his appearance; bear-human hybrid. They try to trap him with with a net, but Cub thankfully escapes. With hunters chasing after him, he has no choice but to try and get back home to safety. He manages to trick them and then hide behind some bushes while they run past him. Once the coast is clear, Cub makes a run for it. He runs as fast as he can, back to the cave. There, his mother and siblings are awaiting him worriedly. "I was about to go back out to look for you!" His mother runs over to him, "I just had to come check on the others too." They all hug and stay snug inside for the rest of the night. "No more going out till next month," His mother warns them, "I've collected plenty of food to last us until then." So that's what had taken her so long, Cub figured.
Cub was a young boy who had been adopted by animals. His mother had abandoned him in the woods, shortly after giving birth to him. Cub was soon taken in by a mama bear who found him while searching for dinner one evening. Instead of eating him, she took him in as one of her own. Cub grew up as one of the bear cubs, he would talk and act like a bear. He was a skilled fisher and often went to fetch dinner for him and his family.
Tragedy struck their quaint little home, forest fires broke out and then hunting season was upon them "Stay away from the men with the guns," his mother would warn him and his brothers and sisters. Cub and his siblings were barely let out of the cozy little cave they lived in. "You must stay in here where it's safe," their mother urged them.
Cub was a curious boy and one day when he was playing inside with his siblings, he heard a gun shot. His mother had gone out earlier in search of dinner and they were all worried. "Oh I hope mama's okay.." Cub thought, "What if those mean creatures that invade our territory caught her?" Finally he decided he would go out and take a look as his siblings huddled together, full of fear.
"Be careful!" They called out to him as he made his way down the long dirt passage that led outside.
"Stay here and take care of each other," Cub lectured them. Cub was the oldest and was often left in charge of his siblings. "I'll be right back.." Those were the last words they heard of him before he ventured off into the woods.
Cub made a bear call once he was outside, hoping it wouldn't call unwanted attention to him. But he had to find a way to call out to his mother. It was far too dangerous to roam the woods alone, especially during this time of year when those evil creatures lurked the woods. "Graawwrr!" Cub called out and stood up to sniff the air. He stopped to listen for a response, but nothing was heard other than the birds in the trees. Suddenly rustling was heard from some bushes nearby and Cub ran to hide behind a big pine tree. He waited for a moment and then slowly peeked from behind. Just then the rustling continued and Cub began to nervously shake, "What if those creatures had found him?" He stood as still as he could behind the tree and looked up as he considered climbing it. Before he could run up the tree, a deer and her fawn ran out of the bushes. Cub did a sigh of relief, "That was close.." He thought as he slowly came out from behind the tree, carefully taking note of his surroundings. The area seemed safe, but the hunters would sneak up on you like that when you least expected it. His mother would tell him and his siblings horror stories of them that made Cub shiver with fear. They were sneakier than a lion hunting it's prey. Cub decided he would climb a tree so he could get a better view of the forest. He climbed up one of the trees next to him and once he was high enough to see the river that ran through the forest, he stopped to sit on a branch. It was hard to see between the leaves, but Cub caught glimpse of his friend Hopper playing in the water down below. "What is he doing outside right now?" Cub panicked, "Doesn't he know there's hunters about?" Then he remembered that hunters only preyed on certain animals; frogs were usually exempt from that group. Still, it was dangerous for a young child to be out alone during a dangerous time like this. "Hopper!" He tried calling out to him, "Hopper, it's me Cub!" Hopper stopped splashing around and looked up towards the trees with a confused expression on his face.
"Cub?" He called back out, "Where are you?"
"Come towards my voice!" Cub called out, "I'm coming down!"
"You're in a tree?" Hopper responded while he stopped to look up at the treetops.
"No, now I'm climbing back down!" Cub quickly made his way back down to the ground and ran through the woods towards the river. Right as he was reaching the clearing where the river was, Hopper bumped into him.
"Oh hey! There you are!" Hopper was excited to see his friend, "Isn't it dangerous for you to be out right now?"
Cub looked around, "Yeah, I'm not supposed to be outside right now. I came out to look for my mother, she had gone out to look for dinner a while ago and hadn't returned. Then we heard a gunshot and I got worried; I had to come look for her." It was strange his mother wasn't fishing by the river, she usually brought fish back home for dinner.
"I don't know.." Hopper looked a bit concerned, "I've seen hunters walking around the woods all day.. I'm really glad they leave us frogs alone.."
"You're lucky.." Cub said as Hopper hopped back over to the water, "But you should still be careful.."
"Yeah, I know.. I was just out for a snack, like some tasty mosquitoes.." He licked his lips.
"I don't know how you eat those gross things.." Cub grimaced, "I can't imagine eating that over some fresh juicy fish." Hopper hopped up and caught a bug with his tongue, just as Cub said that.
"Want to come over for some yummy fly pie later?" Hopper smiled at him.
"N-no thanks," Cub kindly refused, "I have to go look for my mother now. See you around!"
"Be careful!" His friend croaked out after him.
After searching for his mother for a while without finding a trace, he stopped to rest on a tree stump. "Maybe I should just head back now.." He started contemplating. The woods were now beginning to get dark. "No!" He stopped himself, "I can't give up until I find my mother!" With that he took off darting through the woods again. He was fearful, yet determined.
*Story cont: (summed up) Cub runs into some hunters and nearly gets caught by them. They seem confused by his appearance; bear-human hybrid. They try to trap him with with a net, but Cub thankfully escapes. With hunters chasing after him, he has no choice but to try and get back home to safety. He manages to trick them and then hide behind some bushes while they run past him. Once the coast is clear, Cub makes a run for it. He runs as fast as he can, back to the cave. There, his mother and siblings are awaiting him worriedly. "I was about to go back out to look for you!" His mother runs over to him, "I just had to come check on the others too." They all hug and stay snug inside for the rest of the night. "No more going out till next month," His mother warns them, "I've collected plenty of food to last us until then." So that's what had taken her so long, Cub figured.
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