More of That Hybrid Piece, “The Lost Language”

First you have to find the earlier post so that you can read from the beginning.  Self will post in dribs and drabs, as time permits.

You know how busy Dear Blog Mistress is, don’cha, dear blog readers?  What with running after The Decrepit One and gardening and sweeping dog hairs off the hardwood floors and so on.  Not to mention editing self’s mail-order bride novella for ever-so-patient press in Florida!  Self would just like to say:  Today has been a Super Duper Special Day.  Why?  Because she:  1.  Got an acceptance from Word Riot; and 2.  Got to eat salted caramel macarons from Pamplemousse!  Her waistline is getting so alarmingly large!

“The Lost Language” (cont.)

Eventually, however, the people grew lazy.  They neglected the care and cultivation of their fields, their harvests diminished greatly and their business with other tribes was discredited because of the small quantity they raised.  Almost all the tobacco fields were abandoned.  With no tobacco crop to provide them with income, the people could not obtain the most basic goods and other necessities to sustain their lives.

One day, a strong earthquake shook the foundation of the earth.  Soon afterward, a volcano started spewing out fire and smoke.  The people were frightened and ran helter-skelter towards the sea.

To their astonishment, Hari sa Bukid suddenly appeared.  He was in a terrible rage.  Looking down on his huddled people, he rebuked them.  As he spoke, lightning flew from his nostrils and his voice roared, “You are no better than animals!”

The people could find no words to defend themselves.  Mutely, they cowered before their King.  They knew they were guilty of the serious crimes of disobedience and laziness.  Soon after, Hari sa Bukid gathered the scant amounts of tobacco left in the fields and departed.  He carried the tobacco to the top of the mountain and with a terrific blow of his fist, bore a hole to the center of the earth.  After he had entered the hole, the earth closed over him.  Hari sa Bukid disappeared and was never seen again.

(To be continued.  Stay tuned, dear blog readers)

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