The Wood
by Old Man with a Pen
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Action/Adventure Story: Not a standalone...read Mouse first.
Tags: Ma non-anthro
Laughing through my insanity, the mouse in my pocket, I watched the road as it approached the wood. I cannot call my stride walking ... I glided. The things on the wall were watching ... I kicked up a lot of dust. Not that I kicked ... I just moved.
I fell down ... often. I rolled a bit every time. A dust.
At the fork in the road ... the woods on the left and a great barren swath of nothing with the right hand fork, straight as the road builders could make it, became a dot in the distance. It was directly centered in the swath of nothing.
‘Talk about perspective ... that’s a perfect demonstration,’ I laughed ... farted and thought... ‘hmmm’... ‘better get under cover before it’s too late.’
Just before the wood ... there was a sign:
ABANDON HOPE ALL WHO ENTER. HERE THERE BE MONSTERS
‘What in the name of the gods can be worse than the things?’
Understand, I was in distress. I had only the clothes I had on and I wasn’t about to be sharing the assend of the pants with intestinal infortitude ... so I noticed the sign ... there are 28 languages spoken and written in the known world. A scholar before my insanity I was aware of all 28. I read the sign as I hoofed it by and assumed that the warning was repeated in all 28 languages. I wasn’t really interested in translating. I had no time.
I leaned up againsed a friendly tree, dropped trou, fertilized the root-system, wiped with a piece of soft moss stripped from the north side of the friendly tree and looked back at the sign.
Just Kidding Y’all. Sit a spell. Y’all Come back Now, Hear?
‘Rednecks?’ I thought. The mouse chuckled.
The road continued into the woods. We followed until we came to a split. Road ... Two track ... footpath ... animal trail ... and Bridle Trail.
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