posted on March 21, 2007 at 12:21 am

chapter 13
poor little steven knew he was good and lost now
a blackbird landed on a branch in a tree overhead
the same one that had followed him all the way thru the snow
as he had been trying to find his uncles house
“oh go away you stupid thing” he muttered to the bird
and it cocked its head on one side as if it were listening
steven didnt know that the bird was once a child
and that all the creatures in this wood
were children
turned into animals and birds
and grey fish that swam in the brooks
the small black bird could almost still remember his life back then
his other life….
but it seemed oh so long ago now
steven cowered into the shadow of a pinetree full of snow
and wondered and wondered
he had only a few hours left
before this short day would die
and the long night would fall down
but he was so cold and numb
that he couldnt almost be bothered caring anymore
he leant up against the tree
and ate the last of the food his mother had prepared for him
it was then his eyes were filled with warm tears
when he thought of his mother
and how she would be out looking for him
and wondering where…
his thoughts were interrupted by a sound in the forest around him
he looked up and saw a deer with tears in its eyes
and the rabbits and the red fox
the raven and the owl and the winding adder
and all wept along with him
yes even the snake and birds
for such things are possible for enchanted creatures
“oh creatures can you hear me ?” he wondered out loud
although none gave any sign to show they had heard
the boy realised they could understand his words
he knew this because this was a magical forest
and already a dark magic was falling down upon him
although he had no idea what was happening
but already a sorcery was changing him
so slowly at first…
so slowly you couldnt even tell…
the red fox nuzzled at his hand
and then
pushing him
pushing him away
“no , no i dont want to go” cried the boy
but the fox gently pushed at him nevertheless
and the deer nudged him softly with her beautiful head
and her eyes full of sympathy
but steven didnt want to leave now
now the magic was working upon him
he was feeling strangely good
strangely alive
as if he…
as if he could scale trees so easily
or hold his breath and swim forever in the frozen over river
or as if he could float on the icy air with eyes that see everything
and he wanted to glide into the cold earth and sleep
until spring came again adorned with flowers and warm zephyrs
and he knew how it felt to run through the fields
racing over grass and stone…
but the creatures implored him silently with their eyes
and the fox and the deer still gently urged him up and away
“whats this ?” asked the boy drunk with the forests enchantment
“dont you want to share your forest with me?”
still the creatures strove to make him go
but he swore at them and brandished a stick
and eventually they reluctantly, it seemed, departed
after a while
he felt a delicious languidness come upon him
and he sat down under the tree
on a mossy rock
and he fell into a deep deep slumber

35 Responses to “a childrens story”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 1:27 am #

    Such a beautiful and enchanting story….you’ve shown how children’s stories can be readable AND literate. Thank you.

    MK in Canada

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    veleska1970 | 21 March 2007 at 2:02 am #

    the enchanted forest. thanks for the sweet bedtime story.

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    JJ | 21 March 2007 at 2:14 am #

    I have so many fond memories of the beautiful, mysterious woods near the house where I grew up, tall white oaks and creatures all around. I’m always drawn to the forest, the mountains, the cascading brooks and inviting paths. Appalatia.

    Great story……”and he fell into a deep slumber” to dream away.

  4. avatar
    mattdavison | 21 March 2007 at 2:31 am #

    That’s what I am talking about!!!

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    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 2:44 am #

    I’ll read this to my little boy tonight at bedtime and hope it will cast the spell of sleep on him…..pleeeeaaasssee!!!
    Love always,
    Amanda

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    kat | 21 March 2007 at 3:14 am #

    magical !

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    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 3:36 am #

    and when he woke up, he couldn’t help but notice a rather elongated tail protruding out of his hindquarters …

  8. avatar
    Tim | 21 March 2007 at 3:37 am #

    Very nice…

    good rythmn and meter…

    My 7 year old will love this as much as I did.

    Thanks

    Tim

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    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 3:46 am #

    exorcise the unconscious mind with fairy tales…good idea…I always was a proud Jungian…in fact, i met him in a dream…sitting in his desk chair, white hair and beard…urging me to use my active imagination…and he had this glowing ring with intertwined fish…thus spoke Dee in Austin.

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    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 3:52 am #

    oh yeah, I’m very fond of H. Hesse…My absolute favorite human being. His fairy tales are nice too…Esp like ” bird ” ..I bet that story is a familar one, SK…Harry Dee Haller in the Black Forest…aka…….~*~

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 4:07 am #

    hey Sk, don’t ya just love the bits at the end of each song on MBV’s tremolo ep….backwards, gated, heavenly chorus….ahhhh!, that interview i mentioned in tape-op sheds a little light on his genius…i think i may just try to emulate that stuff, the bits at the end…Dee in Tx.

  12. avatar
    cita | 21 March 2007 at 4:29 am #

    I am working on a painting that is full of black birds swirling about.
    A beautiful story.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 4:59 am #

    For Fucks Sake!!!

  14. avatar
    alex | 21 March 2007 at 5:19 am #

    excellent Sk. Love your work.

  15. avatar
    Leelinau | 21 March 2007 at 5:19 am #

    can’t think of a finer moment

    ^_^

  16. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 21 March 2007 at 5:24 am #

    Chapter 14
    ———-
    And when he awoke, the little boy found himself changed into a Woofle – the most misunderstood of all of God’s creatures.

    And the other animals peered out from behind the patchwork of tangled branches and whispered forlornly to each in their various tongues :
    “Ayyy, humans…why do they always have learn things the hard way ?”

  17. avatar
    namaste | 21 March 2007 at 5:46 am #

    was it the nettle soup that cast the spell?

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 5:59 am #

    Beguiling….and proffered with love.

    w/ thanks
    c escherbach canada

  19. avatar
    syrinx | 21 March 2007 at 5:59 am #

    Wow.

    (laughs and sighs)

  20. avatar
    nv | 21 March 2007 at 6:02 am #

    a child wanders a great forest deep in winter
    walking backward
    the child forgets
    as the moon rises
    the child becomes creatures of the forest
    who forget
    as the sun rises
    that they are the child

    children grow up
    even in fairy tales
    as morning comes
    over and over

    thank you
    ~

  21. avatar
    eek | 21 March 2007 at 6:47 am #

    If I had heard that story when I was a little kid I would have been petrified to ever go into any wooded area. I would be picturing my poor distraught parents when they finally found (or even worse, never found) my cold dead body. Well, I’d hope they were distraught…not because I’d want them to be upset, but how depressing would it be to find it didn’t bother them at all.

    Then, I’d try to find my way “home” and would wander out of the forest and onto the highway beside it and be promptly squashed by a passing truck. And no one would ever even know it was me….

    Yep, eek was a morbid child.

    Glad I’m reading it as an adult. The dreams won’t be quite so bad now. 😉

  22. avatar
    fantasticandy | 21 March 2007 at 7:54 am #

    steve,
    not only did you envisage a beautiful world,…………… you took me there with you,
    how can i ever thank you for that?
    quite moved really,
    andy.

  23. avatar
    Samosanx | 21 March 2007 at 8:29 am #

    I just clicked on the BlogRankers (sounds like a jamaican ska band – would love to hear the Scratch Perry dub version – ho ho )logo on ttb and voted for TTB, which is, on their (it’s?)list, ranking at Number 2.

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    isolde | 21 March 2007 at 9:49 am #

    for ten long years

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    JJB | 21 March 2007 at 11:56 am #

    blogger is being a bitch today and won’t let me log in. ever since she went beta she took my sanity with her as regards comments on TTB. despite all the pretty colours on blog now

    – Jen Jewel Brown
    http://flaminghoop.blogspot.com/

    I can go to sleep v sweetly now i have my bedtime story, thanks Sir, soothing

    10.52pm Melbourne Australia
    About 30 degrees Centigrade
    it’s the equinox today
    the quickening is here
    can you feel it everyone?

  27. avatar
    restaurant mark | 21 March 2007 at 12:06 pm #

    that’s a beautiful story…wanted it to keep going.
    take care.

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    Daberhasher | 21 March 2007 at 12:14 pm #

    ahhh, nice… you and yours have slipped into autumn in yonder hemisphere and these tales have the kiss of the long winter’s sleep ahead… spring is “here”, but a glance at my thermo reads bloody -10°… bugger, i’m sick of chopping wood!!! tomorrow sun get stronger…

    aloha,
    ee

    speaking of Lee Scratch Perry and your hemisphere…

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  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 1:36 pm #

    ..and pooped himself in his sleep.

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    CSTCoach | 21 March 2007 at 1:49 pm #

    a sinister story. very disturbing. is it an evil transformation (the soporific guise under which it hides certainly says so)? is it about the loss of our veneer of civiization? entropy? it leaves one feeling smothered, trapped, threatened…

    i still think it would be great to compile the best prose of the blog into book form, illustrated with pastels or paintings, limited edition… There’s been some fine work here over the past year and a bit!

    ryan

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    veleska1970 | 21 March 2007 at 1:50 pm #

    to jjb: yeah, this new blogger sucks. i wish i hadn’t changed mine either. i guess i didn’t learn the important lesson, which is this: “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!!!”

    **groan**

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 March 2007 at 3:08 pm #

    The full lunar eclipse last night had everyone yampy…no one in my art class could find their groove.

    Glad you found these words, Esteban.

    Cecilia

  33. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 21 March 2007 at 3:25 pm #

    wake the boy from his slumber, me want to hear more…
    Ne iko

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    davem | 21 March 2007 at 8:18 pm #

    Thanks Steve.
    I’ve just had a mad 24 hours racing up and Scotland and back.
    No time to enjoy the beauty of what is a lovely country.
    So cheers for the tale. I stopped to smell the roses in it.
    Love you more,

    Dave M

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    knot | 21 March 2007 at 8:38 pm #

    now you read me my stories
    I will rest quietly

    A magic cloud I put on thee,
    From dog, from cat,
    From cow, from horse,
    From man, from woman,
    From young man, from maiden,
    And from little child.
    Till I again return.


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