Once Upon a Time in a Timeless state of Mind…

A pink Pig named Promise was Stuck in the Muck. A white Elephant named Loyal becomes Promise’s Saving Grace.

Loyal: You are stuck in the muck, are you? Allow my trumpeting trunk to trump your sticky situation, triumphantly.

Promise: If you are loyal enough to liberate me, I will promise you a life-long friendship to the stars. What is your name?

Loyal: I am Loyal.

Promise: I am Promise.

Loyal stretches out his long trunk, digs and ducks it beneath Promise’s pink belly, pops her out of the muck and sets her aside. Loyal loses balance, and Loyal gets Stuck in the Muck.

Loyal: If you are loyal enough to liberate me, I will promise you a life-long friendship to the stars.

Promise: A Promise is a Promise.

Stuck in the Muck.

Promise: This is quite the debacle we are in here, Loyal. You are quite large, and then some, and I am just a bug compared to you. What do you eye in the depths of your mind?

Loyal: In thy mind’s depths, I eye an angel called Faith. And so, we shall sort this whole thing out – I Hope.

Promise: Well, in the mind of thy own depths I eye an Angel called Hope. And so, we shall sort this whole thing out – in Faith.

A Serpent by the name of Stomach squirms on by.

Stomach: Sss… Oh I like this… You are stuck in the muck, are you? …sss… I think that I have the stomach to stomach a beast like you…sss…lunch later…sss..

Stomach the Serpent slithers back into the wood.

Promise: What do you eye in the depths of your mind?

Loyal: In thy mind’s depths, I eye an angel called Death

Promise: Well that is comforting. What shall we do about this, Loyal?

Loyal pays his scalp an itch with his trunk.

Loyal: Do you see that slate of rock over tither?

Promise: This one, right hither?

Loyal: Indeed, that is the one. Carry it near and stab it into the soil along the outskirts of the mud-puddle.

Promise performs the deed.

Loyal: Now take that long stretch of vine there, and bring it here to my trunk.

Promise performs the deed. Loyal takes the vine and knots it around Promise’s hind legs.

Loyal: Off to the slate you go, as I will hold onto the other end of this vine and maneuver you.

Promise: Maneuver me?

Loyal: Hold onto the slate.

Promise performs the deed, and Loyal begins to drag Promise, with the slate buried into the soil. Loyal starts to pick up the pace: like a helicopter, he swings his trunk cyclically and rapidly like the wind… and then he halts. And then there is a deep and fascinating mote that is dug-up around his perimeter, courtesy to Promise and the slate.

Promise: It is such a Divine thing when to Work feels like Play, is it not? Certainly, this is a Heavenly Property and a Rule of the Kingdom Above.

Loyal sucks in some tree leaves and blows them out to cover the mote’s visibility.

Loyal: Certainly, it is.

Stomach the Serpent returns.

Stomach: sss…Lunch is served…sss.

Stomach the Serpent falls into the trap.

Stomach: Sinnersss!

Promise: We are not!

Loyal: We are the Noble Ones.

A Wolf by the name of Many lurks on by…

Many: Well… You are many a supper for many a wolf. Suppose I will track the pack, as you will fill many upon many, indeed.

Many the Wolf lurks back into the wood…

Promise: What do you eye in the depths of your mind?

Loyal: In thy mind’s depths, I eye an angel called Death

Promise: Well that is comforting.

Many returns with his wolf pack of many.

Many: Many upon many a wolf; many upon many a supper…

The wolves prowl towards Loyal, and leap, and fall into the trap – except for Many, who claws the ledge. Loyal sucks up some mud with his trunk and shoots it at Many, who surrenders to the descent into the pit.

Many: Evil-doers!…

Promise: We are not!

Loyal: We are the Noble Ones.

Lo, their 3rdlabor: A Thunderstorm ensues.

Promise: Surely this is a biting danger to our circumstance – as the snake will swim to the top, and the wolves will paddle up as well. Please, Loyal, for the sake of Sacrifice, pop off a tusk and hand it over.

Loyal performs the deed.

Promise: Now, Loyal, raise your trunk high with the vine, so that I am to hang upside-down.

Loyal performs the deed; Promise hangs with the tusk in hand.

Promise: Like a pendulum, sway me.

Like a pendulum, Promise sways. Hearken hither for Promise’s Promising Stunt: For every sway that she flies out, she returns back to stab a tusk-hole into the side of the mote – where the muck springs a leak with every stab. The well fills, with no sign of Stomach or Many. Liberated, Loyal steps out.

Promise: They are dead?

Loyal: Back into the Mother Womb from whence they came, so shall they return back again in another.

Promise: They are sacrificed.

Loyal: In our Noble Names.

Promise: What do you eye in the depths of your mind?

Loyal: In thy mind’s depths, I eye an angel called Death.

Promise: Send him my blessings.

Death: Loyal Promises Stomach Many Thunderstorms.

Abracadabra.

 

 

 

*Dedication* : {Mary & Joseph.}

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