The Dancing Man

 

            There was a small lonely empty house. No one had lived there since the 50s or 60s. It was on the same piece of ground where Twigg’s B’s had been living in the old pickup cab. The truck had been removed but the house was still there, largely intact, if you didn’t mind grass on the roof, or a couple of broken windows, things like that. There were a few pieces of old style furnishings inside, stuff nobody wanted. Maybe the owners had died and there were no inheritors. Maybe a few treasure hunters had gotten the good stuff.
            Maurice, when he wasn’t at the Stump House, with Bob and Suzie, had been sleeping there. It suited him. Howlers don’t need luxe, or even very clean. They need a roof and somewhere to lie down.
            He was remembering how to live on his own hunting skills. So, cooking wasn’t an issue. Sometimes he brought his kill to Aunt Suzie, she knew what to do with it, which suited him excellently.
            Many nights, if anyone had braved the brush, vines, and tall weeds to approach the small house they would have heard some startlingly familiar blues tunes played on harmonica. They might even have thought the place was haunted.
            Maybe if they had known who was really there, they would have preferred a simple ghost.
            Many mornings, he would rise when the sun woke the birds. He’d sit up and listen, and maybe try to put some of that into his tunes. Maurice slept on the board floor, on a pad of two or three old quilts and blankets folded over thickly. There was no running water, so if he wanted a drink or something he needed to get up and go out.
            He usually ended up at the Stump House. Bob and Suzie could always hear him coming when he was headed their way.
            On this particular midsummer morning, Maurice was riffing on the robin’s song, and adding just a little Jack Bruce to it. It was getting pretty good. As he trotted along he could smell the smoke of Suzie’s fire and something cooking.
            When he loped up to the fire, Bob was sitting there smiling in his dreamy way. Suzie was poking at something in a pan.
            “He don’t believe in matter much,” sang Uncle Bob, in his husky tenor.
            “Alright,” sang Suzie, in her smokey contralto.
            Maurice took that as a cue to play his robin blues tune over again for them.
            “He’s a dancing man,” sang Uncle Bob.
            “Why does he dance?” sang Suzie.
            Maurice was too excited to sit down. He paced around the Stump House, putting a little Train Time into the tune.
            “When he dances he becomes a cloud, a rock, a river!” sang Bob. “He unwinds himself from self. He’s light as air.”
            Maurice worked on that for a few minutes.
            “But what does that mean?” sang Suzie, looking from Bob to Maurice and back again.
            Maurice played some more.
            “It means he dances for all of us, light as a feather, no mass at all,” sang Bob.
            “I bet he could fly!” sang Suzie suddenly, as the idea occurred to her.
            “You bet he can!” sang Bob. “He flew with Maeve and her feather!”
            “Oh, he did!” sang Suzie.
            Maurice kept playing his robin blues. He was so into it that he had tears in his eyes.
            “It’s all about love,” sang Bob. “The Forest is filled with love.”
            “I see it now,” sang Suzie.
            “He dances for love of the Forest!” sang Bob.
            Maurice sat down then, and kept playing quietly. He was getting hungry now. Then he said, “You know, we could probably turn that into a song.”
            “It is a song, Maurice,” said Suzie. “And it just happened while we were waiting for this bird to cook!”
            “We just have to remember how it goes,” said Uncle Bob, grinning, because he had a good memory for a song and there was no way he would forget this.
            They sat around discussing what had just happened, and how cool it was, and sort of committing it to memory among themselves, while eating wild turkey soup from some more of Ooog’s nice wooden bowls, drinking the liquid and using their fingers on the turkey.
            “We need to practice it a few times,” said Maurice. “Then we should go perform it for Ralph and Ramona! They’ll love it! And you know what guys? It’s just as good as anything Folky Joe ever did, and he’s rich now!”
            “But we can’t do what he did,” said Suzy. “We can’t perform in public!”
            “No, that’s true,” said Maurice, “But maybe I could take it to Joe, and he could make a hit out of it, and he could give us a cut of the profits.”
            “I don’t know, maybe we should just start by doing it for Ralph, and his family, and whoever knows him around here,” said Uncle Bob. “I think it would be OK to invite Ranger Rick and Dexter.”
            “OK, Bob, I’m with you. Let’s just practice and do it for the Great Forest for now,” said Maurice agreeably. “I don’t know what we need money for anyhow. That might be too big of a change. Let’s just stay the way we are, or we didn’t learn anything from the song at all!”
            “We don’t even have any place to spend money,” said Bob.
            “I love it,” said Aunt Suzie.
            “So do I,” sang Maurice, “So do I!”

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A Happy 6th of July To You! It's Summer! Rejoice!

 

            This is a good representation of Booker's attitude toward all that racket. Booms? Who cares?
            Sweetie's feelings were roughly equivalent. But he wasn't available for comment when the camera came out.

            It was an impressively noisy night. As soon as the show was over downtown, the volunteers came out to play. I'm not sure who the jolly boys or girls were, but they were like one house away. I dozed off listening to the happy mayhem. 

            There are still a few stragglers going off, as of Suzday evening. 

            I found it comfortable and cheerful to hear all that going on all around the city.

            It brought to mind other Independence Day celebrations, such as out on the Tulalip Reservation before they moved Boom City.

            When we were living out there in the '80s, Boom City, which was just a lot of homemade booths selling the ammunition, was right on the bay, within a couple blocks of our place.

            It was nuts. Should have been illegal. It looked like a movie war zone. The noise was constant and near and loud. There was red smoke in the air. It went on all night. And in the morning there was the little of all of those explosives all over the beach. Incredible mess.

            One year, some of the local men were stopping cars on the way into the neighborhood, trying to keep the crowd down to locals, and keep real damage from being done.

            Great days! They'll never come again like that. 

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Surely You're Joking!

 

            “Ralph,” said Milly, one day when they were taking a little drive in her Escalade, “I have a question for you.”
            “OK, I guess that’s why you called this meeting!” said Ralph, gazing at the passing scene. Highway 9 was new to him. It was neat because once you get north of Arlington, there are lots of dips and curves, and even some switchbacks.
            “It’s about a word. I think you probably know what it means. You’re the only one I know to ask. It’s not in the dictionary. I did look,” said Milly.
            “A word? What kind of word?” said Ralph, turning around to look at her.
            “Wicha, or witcha. If you heard a Forest guy say that, what would it mean to you?” said Milly.
            “Where did you hear that?” Ralph laughed.
            “On a podcast! It wasn’t just some guy saying it. He had it on tape! It was real!” insisted Milly. She was a little startled by his laughter.
            “That’s pretty rough talk for a lady, Milly,” said Ralph. He was still laughing.
            “What happened was one or more of you guys were out in the woods hollering at each other, and some guy took a shot at them. I don’t know if he was trying to hit them, or just trying to get them to pipe down. Right after the rifle shot you hear this voice say witcha, or something very close to that, quite distinctly!” said Milly.
            “I’m not surprised then,” said Ralph. “If some hotshot with a rifle fired at me, and missed, it must be noted, I might say the same thing!”
            “What does his missing have to do with it,” said Milly.
            “Everything!” said Ralph.
            “It doesn’t have an exact English equivalent. You know you can’t really put this in your column at the paper, Milly,” said Ralph.
            “Some commenters thought it translated to missed me, and some of them thought it was like some Lakota words, meaning like non-Indian. Some wags had waggish suggestions. It’s not that huh?” said Milly, still driving up and down hills and around sharp corners.
            “Roughly, I guess,” said Ralph.
            “Oh, just spit it out, Ralph,” said Milly, finally.
            “Really?” said Ralph.
            “Really,” said Milly.
            “Well, to water it down a little, it means ‘kiss my foot, loser, no hair bozo!’” said Ralph.
            “Oh, come on, that’s not so bad!” she said, looking relieved.
            “I said it was watered down, Milly. If you print the real word and anyone says it to one of us, they are going to get beat up, at the very least. And you will be accused of dirty language. It’s a little more biological than what I said,” said Ralph.
            “Oh,” said Milly. “Well, OK. I guess I’ll leave it at that. I don’t want to trigger any cross-species incidents.”
            “Yeah, I’m not surprised the guy said it, but you don’t want to spread it around,” said Ralph. “Peace, yanno, if at all possible.”
            “Thanks, Ralph, I knew you would tell me true. I guess we better turn around and I’ll get you back to Ramona,” said Milly, doing that very thing. She could have driven all the way to Canada on 9, but Ralph didn’t have a passport anyhow, and he would be hard to explain to the border guard.
            By the time she got to the wide spot on SR20 the sun was sinking.
            “Love to Ramona and Cherry, Ralph,” said Milly.
            “You got it,” said Ralph, piling out, and vanishing into the Forest. She could still hear his laughter for a few seconds, then she turned the big SUV around and drove back to Milltown.

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Ralph Sends His July 4th Congratulations

 

 

            I’d like to take a moment to say, “Happy Birthday, America!” Why, looking back I remember when America was only 200 years old. Has it really been 50 years? I was just a little guy, hanging out with my mom and dad, and Uncle Bob, before we called him that.
            But, I remember the hoopla! Even up in the forest, we sensed the excitement, heard the loud booms, and if you looked in just the right direction, we saw the colored explosions in the sky over Milltown way downhill.
            Mom said, “It’s like a big birthday party. Humans like to mark the days and the times with big celebrations.
            “200 years ago, these people’s ancestors broke off from another older country, because they were not being treated fairly, and they started their own country here on this land. And here we are!
            “Now, we Forest Keepers were here all along, and way before too, so we’ve seen it all, mostly from a distance. But, we have our ways of knowing, don’t we?”
            Dad said, “We’ll see what it looks like in 50 more years.” Can’t argue with that.
            Ramona and I, and, in fact, all of us here in the Great Forest wish all of you busy humans the very best. Have a Bang Up holiday! I know you will, because I’ve been hearing the warmup, and smelling the smoke, for days.
 
            We’ll be watching! We always are!

Love, Ralph 💚

A Star, Sky, And A Blossom

 

            It was not like Cherry to get lost, and maybe normally she couldn’t. But, she was learning to track, and one thing led to another.
            She had noticed a set of small canid style footprints in the very Home Clearing. She figured that they must have been visited during the night by someone very small and doggish. She wondered if it might be Sky, Jumpstart’s son, and she was very curious about him coming around alone.
            Ralph was off hunting, and Ramona was in close conversation with Thaga at the fire circle. Cherry was left to her own devises, so, she decided to track the creature and see if it was, in fact, Sky. Maybe he was lost, and needed help.
            Maeve was busy elsewhere too.
            Where there was soil she followed the tracks, and where there was grass or clover or whatever, she looked for pressed down leaves or blades, until she got to the next set of tracks. She followed them out of the Home Clearing on the path by the Rabbit burrows, where the prints were very clear, but they kept on going.
            Soon she was clear of the forest, standing near the Silver River. The tracks continued down to the riverbank among the river pebbles and the great erratic boulders. It wasn’t a straight trail. Small canids don’t travel in straight lines. This creature had visited many rocks, turning some of them over. Maybe he was hungry and looking for food, Cherry thought. There were signs of digging here and there.
            It took some thinking, but she could see which tracks were the older, and which the newest. She followed the newest.
            They led directly to the biggest boulder facing the river and stopped right there, as if her quarry had passed right into the substance of the rock. She was stunned and confused. She put out her hand as if to confirm that this was a boulder by touching it.
            Cherry’s hand didn’t stop at the surface of rock, it passed on through, and she fell right into it. It was dark, not like her pleasant world. It was like no world at all. She fell some distance, and landed on a damp cold stoney surface. A chilly breeze blew in this darkness. Cherry had never felt so alone.
            There was no light. It was utterly dark. And when she put out her hands, she felt nothing. Nothing, utterly, nothing.
            “Mama?” she said, but it was like her voice was swallowed. She brought her arms in to her chest because it was so cold. She made herself as small as she could. “Mama,” she thought to herself. She closed her eyes, so as not to see the blackness. “Help me,” she whispered, finally.
            A small cold nose poked her in her cheek. It sniffed. Then she heard whimpers.
            “Sky, is that you?” Cherry said.
            “Yes. I’m lost Lady Cherry,” Sky said sadly. “I fell down here and I don’t know how to get out.”
            “I don’t know either,” said Cherry. But, she gathered the little coyote into her arms, and they shared warmth with each other.
            “Somehow, we will get out of here, I know it,” said Cherry.
            “I want my mama, and I’m hungry,” said Sky.
            Cherry told him she felt the same, and they waited together for a time.
            When that time was over, there was a speck of light far off, like a star. It was blue, and it was coming to them. It was the most beautiful thing that Cherry had ever seen. 
            “I’m afraid,” said Sky, shivering.
            “Don’t be afraid,” said Cherry. But she shivered a little too, because she didn’t know that blue star, and it was getting closer very quickly.
            When it was right before them, its light cast some illumination over both Cherry and Sky. They could see each other, and the shining blue light, which seemed round one moment, and covered with many points the next moment. It pulsed slowly and peacefully.
            “Don’t be afraid. There is a way out of  here,” said a soft young voice. “I heard you cry out and I came to you.”
            “But, who are you,” said Cherry, in astonishment.
            “I am Koba. You must follow me,” said the blue star.
            “How can we follow you,” said the girl child, still holding Sky.
            “Close your eyes, don’t let go of Sky, and come with me,” said Koba. Then he laughed a little boy’s sweet laugh.
            So, Cherry held on to Sky, and he didn’t wiggle at all, and she closed her eyes, determining to go wherever Koba led her.
            Eyes still closed, the first thing she noticed was warmth. And a dry soft breeze. Then there was light. Then there was the sweet smell of the forest, resinous and familiar. It felt like home, so she opened her eyes.
            And there, before her eyes, around the fire, were Ramona, and Thaga. Also, there was Ralph. Maeve was just landing from above and Jumpstart was trotting into the Home Clearing from the Meadow. No one said one word at first.
            Cherry put Sky down, and he ran to his father. Together they trotted off to find Sky’s mama.
            Koba settled down on the forest floor, becoming once again a small golden child, taking Cherry’s hand as he stood beside her.
            “I don’t understand,” said Ramona. “You’ve been gone all day..”
            “We were lost, Mama, and Koba found us in the dark,” said Cherry.
            “Mouth of the Mountain,” said Maeve. “No wonder I couldn’t find her!”
            “Sky fell in, then I did too. We waited and Koba brought us home,” said Cherry.
            “I still don’t understand,” said Ramona.
            Just then, Twigg and Leely appeared. Leely gathered Koba into her arms.
            “Remember what Mak said, Mona. When he is with us he will be like our children, when he is with human people he will be like a human child, but if he needs to, he will be like a star.”
            “I do remember,” said Ramona. “But, hearing and seeing are two different things, Baby.”
            “Yes!” said Ralph. “That’s for sure!”
            Looking around at the group, Ramona started thinking that she should make dinner. When she mentioned it to Thaga, that lady said, “Let’s have everyone come up to my house. Ooog will love the company, and I already have a big pot of bean soup on the back of the stove.  You’ve had enough for one day. Your daughter lost and found. Your grandson revealed to be a miracle. Let me do this for you, Ramona.”
            “You’re right, Thaga. I am still stunned,” said Ramona.
            So, Thaga invited everyone up to the stone cabin for dinner, including Blue. They had Thaga’s good soup, with bread and butter, and some baked apples she made while they were eating soup. Ooog had a great time telling stories and playing host, after he had heard the best story from Cherry and Koba.
            After dinner, Twigg and Leely and Koba, who was getting sleepy, were the first to leave.
            Ramona sat holding Cherry like she used to when Cherry was smaller.
            Ralph looked thoughtful, but didn't say much. When it was getting dark, he walked Ramona and Cherry home.
            “I’m going to the river for a few minutes, Mona,” he said.
            “You want to come along, Maeve?” he asked the Raven. She did, of course.
            In the near dark, with Maeve on his shoulder, Ralph confronted the Mouth of the Mountain for the last time. He began to sing and people down river thought that there must be a thunderstorm up in the mountains.
            “I send you to your own darkness,” he said at last. And he watched until the boulder was no more.
            “Amen,” said Maeve. “For evermore!”
            Then they walked home, and Maeve spent the night in the cave with everyone, because Ravens don’t really like to fly in the dark.

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The Purrsday Weekly Roundup

 

💙A Thinly Disguised Open Thread💙

 
            “Well,” said Suzie. “Here we are again. She said we could have today for the Purrsday cat news. So, it seems to be me that the most direct method is a list. Don’t you agree, Toots?”
            “I can’t imagine a better way, Suzie,” agreed Toots. “First item, Dear?”
 
            1.      The return of Mr. Baby Sir. This is said to be a temporary incursion. Ahem! It turns out that he is such a bad traveler that he has to be homed with us for a while. Right now he is sulking, said to be sleeping, in the cat tree on the back porch. He is so fat that he fills up the hut section! We haven’t hear the usual “Mrrr-mrrr-mrrr” out of him yet, but he’ll surely get tuned  up later, once he realizes he’s stuck here. by Suzie

            2.      He is still not my boyfriend! Suzie!                                                        
 
            3.      Booker and Sweetie are both bigger than me now, and much heavier. They will not leave my tail alone when I pass either one of them. I protest! Maybe now they will concentrate on the Fluffbag, who is not my boyfriend! by Suzie                                                                             
 
 
            4.      My story is a big negative. No Walkers on the road at night for quite a while. I did hear some out of place bird noises in the middle of the night. Probably nothing. Sometimes there are cats wandering around, but that’s fine. That yellow tomcat is not my boyfriend either! by Toots                                                                                                                                    
 
            5.      I still want to meet an ET. I mean a real one. I wonder if it will look like a cat. I’m pretty sure it should, since the feline form is the most basic and best in all the stars! Therefor I propose a voyage of exploration soon!  by Toots                                                               
 
            6.      The noise level around here continues. I don’t know what’s gotten into Him! Sakes alive, Suzie. Sometimes I think I’ve already met an ET, and it’s making Him noisy! I can imagine what else would cause Him to turn on the Loud Sucking Machine! I must devise a method of testing Him for an alien hitchhiker! by Toots                                                                                    
 
            7.      Another thing; both Booker and Sweetie continue to attempt an entry into the bottom level of the fridge whenever it’s opened. I am at a loss! Why? When I was young, climbing into the fridge never crossed my mind! They say these two are special, like part wildcat. But, that can’t be it. Wildcats don’t have access to fridges. It makes no sense to me! by Suzie                           
 
            8.      I have not hidden for several days. I was feeling extra Cautious™ that one day. Everybody told Her I was fine, but Ol’ Softy couldn’t take it. by Suzie                                 
 
            9.      You ought to see all of them chase the red dot! I do not indulge. They must think it’s alive, like a red bug or something. I believe it’s an orb and I want  nothing to do with it. by Suzie                                                                                                                                         
 
            “I think that just about wraps up the cat news for this week, unless you have something else,” said Toots.
            “No. I guess not. It has been a quiet week. I didn’t see or hear any Walkers, or Mimics, or Haints of any description either,” admitted Suzie.
            “I guess we’ll sign off for this week then,” said Toots, signing off. *

* PS, Suzie has very small toes!

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A Day in The Forest and Meadow

 

            Ralph woke first for once, while the dew was still on the leafy ground cover in the Home Clearing. He grinned because he was first to awaken. He didn’t bother Ramona, but just slipped carefully out from under the big quilt.
            Blue opened her eyes and looked at him. He just said “Shhh” and kind of glided out of the green door, closing it very quietly behind himself.
            Outside, he took a big breath of still cool morning air, stretched mightily, and grunted happily. He could see just a few glints of the sun through the trees in the east. He could smell a little smudge from the fire pit. There was just a little column of white smoke ascending from the coals of last night’s fire. It wouldn’t take much fuel to start burning properly again.
            Taking an armful of medium sized pieces from the stacked branches and so on, he began to build up the fire for morning. The pitch in the dry fir branch sections made little hot sparks as it caught and began burning brightly. So far, so good.
            Ralph had never made coffee before, but he was pretty sure he could do it. How hard could it be to boil some coffee in water? This meant a trip back into the cave, risking waking Ramona, and the whole crew still sleeping in there.
            So, he walked as quietly as he could back into the cave. He was looking for Ramona’s coffee supply when he heard some rustling behind him.
            “Why are you up, Baby,” said Ramona, still under the quilt.
            “I just woke up. You were still sleeping so I went out and got the fire going. I was thinking about making some coffee,” said Ralph.
            “I’ll do it,” she said. “Why don’t we go out and not wake everybody?”
            Ramona got her blue enameled coffee pot, and dumped a judicious amount of ground coffee from a jar she had on her shelf, thanks to Thaga, into the pot.
            Outside, she filled it with river water from her bucket, and put it on the fire to boil.
            “Thanks for starting the fire,” said Ramona.
            They sat together as the sun came up, watching the fire and smelling the coffee.
            “I’ve been thinking,” said Ralph.
            “That doesn’t surprise me,” said Ramona. “What’s cooking in there today?"
            “I think it’s time to go visit the Alder Tree House. It’s been a while, and I want to see Koba. You know, and how everything is going?” said Ralph.
            “I do too,” she said. “I’ll just slice up some of that roast haunch we had last night. That will do. Then we can walk over there and surprise them!” She smiled at the thought.
            “I didn’t want them to feel watched, you know?” said Ralph, looking at her with his kind brown eyes shining in the morning light.
            Ramona opened the cave door, fetched out the left over roast, and her big knife and some bowls. She called “Wake up everybody! We’re going to go see Twigg, Leely, and Koba today! Let’s eat and get ready!”
            They had the cold roast for breakfast, with coffee for Ralph and herself, and water for Cherry and Blue, and the Pumas. Then Ramona combed everyone’s hair, including Blue’s and Bob and Berry’s until they all looked their very best.
            About the time they were ready to go, Maeve flew down out of the sky. She decided to go with them. She was curious about Koba too.
            The sun was well up in the morning sky when they all set off in a sort of majestic procession. Bob and Berry walked first, tails swinging in unison. Next came Cherry with her hand on Blue’s head. Ralph and Ramona came last, holding hands. Maeve rode in her usual place.
            They passed up out of the Home Clearing and into the morning meadow, and all was heart-breakingly lovely. They could smell the earth and all the dwellers therein. As they walked crushing grass and scented herbs, the odors rose up around them. The flowers of midsummer were all in bloom, white, yellow, and lavender.
            They stopped at the old first-growth stump where Twigg and Leely had first become friends, and as they did a flight of B’s surrounded them. The B’s seemed to be examining them.   
            At last, a Betty spoke to Ralph, “Oh, Twigg’s Father and Mother! We will fly to him and announce your coming arrival!” And with that the golden humming cloud of tiny souls flew away as fast as they could fly.
            After a few more minutes of walking through the meadow the Alder Tree House came into view. It had leafed out beautifully. Birds called from within its canopy of branches, berry vines spiraled up the trunks of the circled alders. A bit of white smoke lifted skyward from the small chimney. Tall grass surrounded the house. A path led from the open doorway.
            Twigg was first to step outside. “The B’s said you would be here soon!” he called to his family.  "Please, come in!"
            Then, a stately dark haired young woman, who in some ways resembled little Marge, stood in the doorway wearing some of Marge’s Carhartt’s. In her arms was a child. The child, a shining golden haired small person, threw out his arms to Ramona when he saw her approaching. She ran to him and gathered him into her bosom, and it must be admitted that Ramona wept happy tears.
            “Come in,” said Leely, and everyone did go in, including Blue and Bob and Berry, and Maeve, naturally!
            Leely made a nice big lunch, Koba was finally passed from Ramona’s arms to Ralph’s and then to Cherry’s. Everyone admired him and said how big he was growing and how smart he was. He was even beginning to talk in short sentences.
            The family talked for many hours, and the day was perfect.

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