About that stuff I wrote yesterday: I know some of you have questions, and are dying to hear more details, but we aren't even gonna go there. If we did, I would surely wind up even deeper in doodah than I already am. So, we're gonna forget all about that stuff, 'kay? Instead, I'm gonna make up a funny little story for you - a story that has absolutely nothing to do with all that P.O.A. poop. Really. I swear!
Soooo, once upon a time there was a hill, and around this hill lived three clans. There was the Valley Clan, who had so much wampum that they'd never had to care or worry much about what other people thought of them. There was the Front-of-the-Hill Clan, who had a medium amount of wampum. Most of them cared very, very much, what other people thought about them and their stuff. In fact, that's what they spent most of their time worrying about - their stuff, and how to protect it. Then there was the Back-of-the-Hill Clan. They didn't have much wampum or much stuff, but that didn't worry them none, 'cause they didn't really give a rat's ass about what other people thought about them. They just did their own thing, and were pretty durn thankful not to have anybody trying to tell them how to do it.
One day, this Hippie Girl and her Honey moved to The Hill. They didn't know anything about The Clans. They just fell in love with a little teepee that was perched on the front of The Hill, their wonderful view out over The Valley, The Rushing Creek, and The Amazing Stars. They thought they could be happy here forever and ever... (to be continued)
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Oh dear. Ayla (Hippie Girl) and Jondalar (her Honey) having moved from the Mammoth Hunter's delta to the Hill Country discover yet again that some folks acquire wampum and require rules to protect the value of what-was-purchased-by-the-wampum.
Those settlers are known as the Make-Rules-and-Hope-it-Appreciates-Clan.
Ayla and Jondalar were not settling on the beautiful front of The Hill to count their coins-of-appreciated-value as years went by. They fell in love with the quiet and open spaces that afforded views of stars and wildlife; they came to listen to the slowly beating heart of the Texas night.
They did not know that the creek would run dry and drought climate would endanger their paradise. They saved up their coins and invested in a holding structure to preserve the precious water that would occasionally fall. They planted only indigenous grasses and carefully, prayerfully nurtured the non-native outlaw that thrived against all odds.
A & J had travelled far and lived in many places before deciding on the little teepee with the scenic vistas. They did not wish to live out-of-harmony with any of the surrounding clans. (to be continued)
Maybe I should have made this one of those stories where I just start it, then each of you readers gets to take a turn writing a paragraph. This could be great!
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