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Fiction, Nature Based Education

Georgia and the Dragon

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A tale inspired by Michaelmas

There once was a village that had high walls around it and a moat to protect it. The people were safe and happy. Every morning, they lowered the drawbridge so folks could come and go, and each evening, they raised it up. There was a little girl named Georgia. She was the smallest and sweetest and kindest of all of the children in the village. Often, she was allowed to cross the drawbridge and play in the wide meadows outside the village walls.

One day, while Georgia was playing in the meadow, she saw a shadow cross the field. When she looked up, she saw it was a big bird flying high in the sky and its shadow was zooming across the grassy field. She laughed and chased after the shadow, spreading her arms and pretending she was flying, too. When it was time to go home, her parents would call her and she would come running. She knew they wanted to keep her safe and she listened the first time. They did not have to call her twice.

One day, she saw a large shadow souring across the meadow. She looked up, laughing. She thought it was another large bird flying overhead, and she spread her arms like wings and began to pretend to fly across the meadow, chasing the shadow. 

Suddenly, an enormous roar shattered the peaceful quiet. Little Georgia saw that it was not a bird, but a dragon! Her parents were watching and saw that dragon and heard that fierce roar and they called Georgia. They did not have to call her twice. She came running right away, for she always listened.

The villagers closed the drawbridge and everyone peeked from their windows and from the top of the tall wall that surrounded the village. The dragon landed in the meadow and stomped its terrible feet and roared its terrible roar and bellowed smoke with every fierce roar. The villagers were terrified! 

The children were afraid, too, but they wanted to do something. So the oldest child said, “Let’s throw rocks and sticks at that dragon and chase it away!” The children all agreed and began to gather rocks and sharp sticks to throw at the dragon. 

Georgia did not like that idea and said, “Don’t do that, be kind!” But the other children did not listen. They gathered rocks and sticks and went to the top of the wall that protected the village and began throwing stones and sticks and shouting, “Go away, dragon!” Soon, the dragon let out a huge, fierce roar and flew off to the top of a nearby mountain. The children cheered, feeling triumphant.

But Georgia felt sad for the dragon. Something must be wrong, for the dragon roared and shrieked all night long. Smoke billowed from the top of the mountain as the dragon continued roaring, keeping the villagers awake and filling them with fear.

Georgia knew that she was small, but she felt strong and capable and kind. She knew she must find out why the dragon was making such a lot of noise. So, she found one of the royal steeds and quietly snuck out of the village through a back gate. As she rode through the woods toward the meadow where she liked to play, she sang a song:

Through the forest and the meadow on a mighty steed,

The wind is blowing, the night bird is calling,

Faster than a deer in flight, riding bravely through the night,

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping….

When she reached the meadow, the earliest rays of the sunrise were just peeking down at her, and the dragon saw her and flew down to the meadow. It landed in front of Georgia and stomped it fierce feet and roared its fierce roar and flapped its fierce wings and blew smoke all around. The noise woke the villagers and they were all gathered at the tops of the wall and in the windows and anywhere they could see what was happening. They saw Georgia and were afraid for her safety.

Georgia was scared, but she remembered that she was strong, capable and kind. She climbed down off the steed and, coughing from the smoke, shouted, “Dragon! Why are you roaring so fiercely? What is the matter?” 

The dragon stopped roaring and looked down at the small child and said, “I have a terrible pain in my foot! I’ve been asking for help, but instead of help, stones and sticks were thrown at me. It hurts so much!” And with that, it let out another bellow of smoke and roared louder than ever. Georgia covered her ears.

When the dragon stopped roaring for a second, she said, “Please let me look at your foot. Maybe I can help. But, please, dragon, please don’t hurt me.” The dragon bent its head down and gently licked Georgia’s hand to show that it would not hurt her. The villagers were astonished as she walked up to the huge beast’s front claws and saw a large splinter wedged into its foot. She grabbed hold of the splinter with both hands, for it was as long as an arrow, and she pulled with all her strength. The splinter came out and the dragon let out its loudest and fiercest roar yet. 

Then, the dragon began to cry. Tears of relief came pouring out into the meadow all around Georgia. They were like diamonds and shined and reflected the sunlight in every direction. The dragon lowered its head toward Georgia and gave her another gentle lick on her hand and said, “Thank you.”

The people in the village were amazed to see the dragon being so gentle with Georgia, but, boy, were they surprised when she climbed on its back and it took off to the sky, flying higher and higher into the air! The dragon soared around just as Georgia had always imagined. When the dragon landed in front of the village walls, they lowered the drawbridge and the children all ran out.

“I want a ride!” They shouted. “No! Me first!” Some of them said. “No, I get to go next!” Others argued. But Georgia stopped them and said, “Let the youngest children go first. The oldest children can wait their turn.” And so they did take turns and the dragon gave them all rides. After that, they were no longer afraid of the dragon, who often came by to visit with Georgia and the children to play in the meadows outside the village walls.

Credits: The song Georgia sings is a song I learned from Lee, who learned it from Maggie Kelley, who, I believe, wrote it. I often play this on my flute (fife) while we are hiking. The story is inspired by several legends and stories about St. Michael (also known as an angel), and St. George, as well as the fable of the mouse and the lion. Lee helped me write this and we wanted to encourage children to be brave, strong, capable, and, most of all, kind.

Fiction

Tres Duendes and The Paper Skulls

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Part One

Joey, Billy and Clarence were excited to go Trick or Treating for the first time on their own. This was their seventh year Trick or Treating together, but, for the past six years, their parents had chaperoned. 

Billy was the oldest, his twelfth birthday was in July. Joey’s twelfth birthday would be two days before Thanksgiving, and Clarence was the youngest with a January birthday.

Halloween was their favorite holiday and they had been planning for two months. This included countless thrift store and craft store purchases and each scrambling to earn allowance money from their folks. 

By the time the day arrived, they had managed to coordinate costumes. They had done the Three Amigos two years ago, and last year was the Ghostbusters. This year, it was their first horror movie themed outfits. The movie was Tres Duendes, and they were three supernatural spirits who had returned to extract vengeance on the heirs of family members who had wronged them. It was a low budget monster movie from Spain, and the three boys were obsessed, quoting, re-watching and analyzing the film for hours.

Their outfits were gruesome and quite effective. They had practiced their make-up and were quite proud of their DIY and original idea. The plan was to rake in a record amount of candy. Somehow they knew that they were nearing the end of a certain age where the world was still big and Halloween was the most important day of the year.

On Halloween night, their success was quite evident when they were beginning to have trouble lifting their pillowcases. They debated doubling back home and emptying their sacks, but it was Billy who changed their minds.

Billy said, “First of all, we’ll lose precious minutes because we can’t hit the houses more than once and the only way to get home is to retrace our steps. Second, it’ll be like cheating. It’s Trick or Treat, not Trick or Cheat. We have to be able to carry the load in the sacks we’ve got or the record won’t be legit.” 

It was agreed that the integrity of their goal relied on these objectively rational rules and they struggled for two more blocks before Joey said, “I can’t do this anymore. I vote we hit this last house and head home. It’s the biggest house in the neighborhood and it looks like a criminally insane person lives there. I mean, look at it: the grass is weedy and needs to be cut. Half the bushes are dead. Even the JackOLantern on the porch is already starting to rot. This is the creepiest house we’ve been to all night. It’s the perfect last house to Trick or Treat.”

Billy didn’t fully agree, but Clarence’s arms were getting sore and he sided with Joey. They were very democratic and Billy acquiesced, though grudgingly. He was always the most ambitious one of the group.

The doorbell sounded as if it had an electric short and Clarence jerked his finger away when the button made a “TZZT!” noise. A moment later, a tall, imposing man in a black suit answered the door.

The man stood there, not speaking or smiling. The boys were temporarily distracted with by his height and somber expression.

Billy shouted, “Trick or Treat!” and the other two quickly chimed in. The man studied them for a moment, and it was unclear if he had heard them. He reached behind the door and pulled out a large bowl, but instead of candy, he placed what appeared to be origami paper skulls in each of the boys’ bags.

“Ah, I see.” the man said. “Tres Duendes. Your costumes are quite remarkable. I hope that you don’t reap the curse of Los Lobos.” His face grimaced into a sad smile and he closed the door.

The boys stood staring at the closed door. Not a single person had recognized their costumes from the obscure foreign horror movie all night. They had tried to explain to a couple of the old ladies who seemed perturbed by their explanations before they stopped trying.

“Holy smokes!” Joey said. “That dude knew the movie! He even mentions the Los Lobos curse. What the heck!”

Billy shuddered and said, “That was the freakiest thing. Let’s get home and eat some candy!”

Back at home, the important task of weighing each bag on the bathroom scale showed that they had, indeed, gathered more Halloween candy than ever before.

(To be continued)