Jul 182006
 

I’m writing a little story for my 9-year old cousin. He’s very curious about many things and I’m hoping to give him a bit of direction in life. I’ll finish this story in my next blog entry, but I would appreciate any feedback so far.

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Long ago there was a young man who wished to become as strong, fast and agile as the strongest, fastest and most agile men alive. He went from one school to another, becomingan expert at different styles of combat. He learned to move silently in the shadows and he learned to terrify his enemies on an open battleground. He travelled the land, destroying the enemies of good, hard working people.
One day on his long journey, he saw a large building on top of a hill surrounded by trees. He had been walking for some time and hoped that they would be able to provide him with some shelter, water and food, so he started up the hill. Soon he noticed that he did not hear birds or squirrels or see any creature that usually inhabits woods. In the silence, he could hear faint footsteps moving swiftly and stopping suddenly. He stopped and said aloud, "Who goes there? If you have any courage show yourself instead of hiding behind trees." Suddenly he was surrounded by three young men–younger than he was–all clad in deep purple. They said in one voice, "This is the great school of Mangala, where the great master of Mangala trains the finest warriors in all the lands. What is your business here?"
"I am Jo, the finest warrior in the land. I have trained in many different schools and learned many ways of combat, but I have never heard of this master of Managala. I wish to see him."
"Only those who prove themselves worthy may see Managala. You must fight and defeat any one of us that you wish to see Managala," said the three boys together.
Jo laughed, "I could defeat all three of you at the same time."
The smallest young man stepped forward and said, "I shall fight you!"
Jo laughed again, "You? I do not wish to hurt you, but you seem very determined to fight me. So be it. Attack me!"
All three young men looked at him. None of them even twitched a muscle.
"Very well," said Jo and he jumped towards the smallest boy, but the smallest boy stepped to the right and pushed Jo into the ground.
"Fight like a man. Don’t jump around like a coward," yelled Jo as he jumped at the boy again. He fell to the ground again, much harder this time.
Jo decided to change his strategy and jumped at the boy again, but this time he jumped a little to the right, where he believed the boy would be. But the boy did not move at all and he pushed Jo to the ground again, much harder.
Jo was furious, "I am the greatest warrior in the land! I will not be defeated by a small, scrawny BOY!"
The three boys said in unison, "You were defeated when you first tried to fight us. Now go! You have not proven yourself worthy of seeing the great master of Mangala. Do not come back until you are ready."
Jo said, "I do not wish to see him now. I shall see him in my own time. I must now go eat and drink for I have walked a great deal, saving honest people from evil folk."
Jo left and started walking again. He soon found a town where he could find food and water and could sleep for the night.
The next day, he returned to the woods under the great school of Mangala.

  One Response to “A Tall Tale”

  1. Sounds a good deal like those quests of Hercules, where he goes around putting down baddies. Perfect vein for a fairy tale. The question is, at the end, will there be a moral?

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