Story
Three:
Telephonepolies
Early in my childhood I became fascinated by the world of
Nature.
I recall
walking out of the yard, and on to the road overlooking the city far below. I
was barely four years old, then.
I saw a milkweed plant on the roadside. Its delicate pink and beige flowers, were
alive with jewel-like metallic green
beetles, and orange milkweed bugs. I was fascinated, and so I picked some, and
brought it home to my mother.
But Mother said it stunk, and forced me to dispose of it. I didn’t understand why she didn’t like my bouquet, so I brought home some more. Once again, she angrily threw it out.
There was only one other house on the road. The boys who
lived there were a little older than I, but they wouldn’t play with me because
they didn’t understand my serious interest in nature.
Often they shoved me around, which made me very lonely.
So I took even more interest in nature, and like other boys,
I created strange creatures in my
imagination, like heroes and villains of the wild.
I called these bird-like creatures the Telephonepolies. When I heard an exciting
piece of a symphony on the radio it would turn my imagination loose, and I
would feel the great power of these destructive creatures.
In the Anise forests there were Little Gorder Telephonepolies that would sting you with their three stingers.
Anise
Root Telephonepoly resembled an old root. With Gorder Telephone Poly.
Roller,
or Tire Telephonepoly.
While
asleep in the daytime, it was camouflaged to resemble an old
tire.
It
would curl up into a hoop and go rolling down a hill at high speed and mow
you down!
A
Sunwing glides into the avocado forest.
Cerrada Telephonepoly
Cerrada Telephonepolies destroy an oil derrick.
Fire Flarers attack a lone house in the hills.
There were clashes between these great creatures over the
lost avocado forests. I imagined them fighting terrible battles high over the
woods.
Ashbeak and Tanglehead join in the fight.
A Cerrada flies over the night forest as a Fire
Flarer sets a small fire.
Cerrada
and a Fire Flarer in a violent fight. Raging fire sweeps the canyon wall.
But one of the great Dark Age storms extinguishes the flames.
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