Zombies and Tigers and Swords, Oh My!
Copyright© 2012 by Crunchy
Afterwards
Oh Sardman, give us clever hands to dig
and lusty hips and kissing lips
and plenty food to eat
Oh Jimbo keep the peace
between the fangers and the 51
or let justice be done
Oh Lady Tiger be not vexed
and teach instead the feel
of "Whee!".
Feast prayer of the Rowdillan tribe
Olady God-Mother thanks for your blessings and bedtime stories.
May you always kiss our booboos.
God-Mother Day prayer from the Pwetorika tribe
The fifty one tribes all spoke the same language, and all worshiped the same deities. They all had dogs, who were serious and respected, large and black. A dog could and would chastise a child who was endangering them self or another, the dogs were protective and could usually persuade one of the striped fangers to go elsewhere, not by barking and threatening, but seemingly through diplomacy. Large areas were forbidden for hunting, being the lands of the fangers.
Even so, everyone in all tribes big enough to safely hold it carried a long thin spear, almost two big people long, with a slender sharp point. Just in case a fanger was unreasonable. Everyone defended against a fanger who broke the peace, and they usually did not escape justice.
For all that they spoke the same, the fifty one tribes had people who looked very different from each other, but the babies were starting to look more alike all the time. There was a rule that said you couldn't mate with someone from the same tribe, or that if you did, you both had to leave and go as far away as you could, to beg entrance to another tribe.