A rhyming tall tale of a small boy's discovery of his father's ancestry. |
THIMPIN DISCOVERS A SECRET Four stones of old holding stories untold marked and guarded the first gate of myth and time. Surrounded by rugged hills and ridges and hollows the makers were masters of elemental design. OPENING THE GATE When Thimpin Thoade was eight years old he wasn't that different from you and me. He lived with his mom and dad and dog in a house with a porch by a willow tree. His friends were many and some said he was skinny and that his hair was too long on his head. He loved to eat beans and taters and corn and thick slabs of butter on bread. He often would stand in the yard and stare long and hard at four large rocks stacked about on top of the hill. He always wanted to go and climb and play among those old stones that sat so still. While working for his dad one day before he was allowed to play Thimpin was clearing rocks from the garden. All morning long he picked and lifted and carried but the last rock was a hard one. It was buried deep down far into the ground and was the most stubborn one of the day. For an hour he tugged and pushed and shoved yet the rock would not give way. Deciding to not give in he lifted a hammer to try again and slammed it hard on top of the stone. Suddenly the ground split and shifted and slipped as the stone began to turn with a groan. Thimpin's eyes went wide and his hair stood out to the side as the earth beneath his feet began to sink. He wanted to scream and shout and holler, but he was so scared he couldn't think. Read the next chapter here: "Chapter II: Guardian Of The Gate" |