Post by Garland Von Clossen on Jan 30, 2011 22:39:30 GMT -5
The orchard swayed gently in the breeze, the moon shining down on the cold ground. The various fruits and Wonderland hung on the branches, following the wind's guidance. One may wonder how something could grow in the harsh winter climate. The answer was simple: You are thinking like a human. The azure apple-like fruits thrived in the cold, their red cousins taking over in a warmer air. Nature's cold gift to this odd plane of existence was proud to exist, above the ground and those lowly vegetables. What grew in the winter that thrived beneath the soil? Hell if the blue apple knew! Thinking itself so high and mighty, as it always did, it failed to notice the approaching figure.
The well dressed form of Garland von Clossen, eccentric extraordinaire, skipped along the rows of trees, a basket swinging haphazardly. A simple checkered cloth of red and white covered the conents, but a single string blew behind the boogie's momentum, trying it's best to catch up. Stopping at the base of a tree, Garland looked up. The cocky apple finally saw this man. Ah, another being that would desire to feast on it's delicious skin and core? Best of luck to this man! If the fruit was capable, it would have laughed at this man. The tree was smooth and slick from a light rain hours earlier. Garland placed the basket on the ground and placed his hands on his hips.
What was this man doing? Just standing and staring at it? Many scholars had come to observe it laying in the leaves for this entire season. None of them have come close to touching it! Garland's foot began tapping, the squishy grass squelching underneath. The blue eyes of this man were different... They saw the apple, around the apple and past it. What could he be planning? Reaching into the basket, Garland retrieved a pair of shoes, polished and shinning. What on earth could he be...? Garland placed them on his feet, wincing as he did so. How long had it been since he had worn these? Too long, if they fit perfectly and still made him cringe. Sitting on the ground, not worrying about the stains on his expensive looking slacks, Garland placed his feet flat on the bark. Pulling at the lace, it was revealed that there was much more than on a normal shoe. With deft fingers and dexterity not associated with a man his age, a knot soon kept the shoes close to the tree.
The apple was very confused. This man had just attached himself to the bottom of the tree. Was he trying to praise the apple in a way? To become one with the tree? As flattering as the thoguht was, the man did not stop there. With a shuffle, he moved his legs up, laying down as he did so. Once he was nearly at a forty-five degree angle, he grabbed the basket and continued his shuffle. The friction caused by the laces and his weight made it possible for him to proceed to the top, the basket hanging with him in the process. Needless to say when Garland popped out of the shoes and onto the branch the apple hung it was a surprise to the fruit. Grinning, Garland plucked the thing off it's rightful place and dropped it, watching it fall.
Garland continued his work until the sun had been watching him for hours. A pile of the proud, azure apples lay around the base of the tree, as well as an empty basket and a pair of fine looking shoes. In place of the apples hung carrots, thin strings tied where apples once were. "How exhausting..." Garland said to himself, finishing up the last bow for the carrot, tapping it and watching it swing back and forth. "I do think I have earned a nap," He proclaimed, laying back on the limb he lay, though it was precarious. "Only a few hours, then I must return to the palace..." Garland muttered, closing his eyes. "Then I must get the rest of my stash..."
From the ground one could spy Garland, though only if one knew where to look. The boogie dozed off, his chest rising and dropping slowly as sweet slumber took him. The odd assortment of items at the bottom of the tree was a hint in itself, but the random splotch of black slacks and jacket would give the man away in the light foliage that was given to him. But what did Garland have to worry about? There were no predators that sought him, only his own prey that would never forget their first meeting.
The well dressed form of Garland von Clossen, eccentric extraordinaire, skipped along the rows of trees, a basket swinging haphazardly. A simple checkered cloth of red and white covered the conents, but a single string blew behind the boogie's momentum, trying it's best to catch up. Stopping at the base of a tree, Garland looked up. The cocky apple finally saw this man. Ah, another being that would desire to feast on it's delicious skin and core? Best of luck to this man! If the fruit was capable, it would have laughed at this man. The tree was smooth and slick from a light rain hours earlier. Garland placed the basket on the ground and placed his hands on his hips.
What was this man doing? Just standing and staring at it? Many scholars had come to observe it laying in the leaves for this entire season. None of them have come close to touching it! Garland's foot began tapping, the squishy grass squelching underneath. The blue eyes of this man were different... They saw the apple, around the apple and past it. What could he be planning? Reaching into the basket, Garland retrieved a pair of shoes, polished and shinning. What on earth could he be...? Garland placed them on his feet, wincing as he did so. How long had it been since he had worn these? Too long, if they fit perfectly and still made him cringe. Sitting on the ground, not worrying about the stains on his expensive looking slacks, Garland placed his feet flat on the bark. Pulling at the lace, it was revealed that there was much more than on a normal shoe. With deft fingers and dexterity not associated with a man his age, a knot soon kept the shoes close to the tree.
The apple was very confused. This man had just attached himself to the bottom of the tree. Was he trying to praise the apple in a way? To become one with the tree? As flattering as the thoguht was, the man did not stop there. With a shuffle, he moved his legs up, laying down as he did so. Once he was nearly at a forty-five degree angle, he grabbed the basket and continued his shuffle. The friction caused by the laces and his weight made it possible for him to proceed to the top, the basket hanging with him in the process. Needless to say when Garland popped out of the shoes and onto the branch the apple hung it was a surprise to the fruit. Grinning, Garland plucked the thing off it's rightful place and dropped it, watching it fall.
Garland continued his work until the sun had been watching him for hours. A pile of the proud, azure apples lay around the base of the tree, as well as an empty basket and a pair of fine looking shoes. In place of the apples hung carrots, thin strings tied where apples once were. "How exhausting..." Garland said to himself, finishing up the last bow for the carrot, tapping it and watching it swing back and forth. "I do think I have earned a nap," He proclaimed, laying back on the limb he lay, though it was precarious. "Only a few hours, then I must return to the palace..." Garland muttered, closing his eyes. "Then I must get the rest of my stash..."
From the ground one could spy Garland, though only if one knew where to look. The boogie dozed off, his chest rising and dropping slowly as sweet slumber took him. The odd assortment of items at the bottom of the tree was a hint in itself, but the random splotch of black slacks and jacket would give the man away in the light foliage that was given to him. But what did Garland have to worry about? There were no predators that sought him, only his own prey that would never forget their first meeting.
