Once upon a time, all the human beings the world over knew that every forest, every river, every hill and every valley had its own guardian. These were magical beings whose job it was to whisper encouragement to the seeds to help them sprout, who would sing to the creeks in a thousand voices to teach them songs. They would coax clouds into raining their soft tears, and comfort the bees when they grew weary in their work. Theirs was the power to create and love and encourage, and under their warm hands, the land was full of good feelings and delicious smells and lovely sounds and beautiful sights. We’ll call them the Forest Monarchs, though the children in this story knew them as the Magical Someones.
This is the lead-up in story form to our interactive theatre fundraiser on June 5. Click here for details!
Our story takes place in one particular forest, a creek valley, full of silvery willows and baby painted turtles and horsetail jungles and shadowy groves of cedar trees. The creek had a repertoire of a thousand songs that it sang very beautifully. Iridescent grackles hopped from stone to stone in the eddies. Raccoons dozed in the upper branches of the cottonwoods, and the deer shared their paths with coyotes and foxes. A path ran down the middle of the valley, alongside the creek, with many smaller paths branching off. It was a wonderful place.
Hi everyone! I'm a small, energetic mammal. I sometimes go by the name Zapus hudsonicus.