Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Clay Man and the Beautiful Elk
A Siberian Witch's Tale
On the banks of a great river there once lived a poor fisherman. One day he made, from river clay, a clay man, and left him out in the Sun to dry.
The Sun shone, and the Winds blew. When the clay man was dry, he went to the fisherman's cottage and began to tap on the window.
Tap, tap, tap, he tapped.
The fisherman's wife arose and went to open the door, but the fisherman said:
Ignore the man of clay,
and he'll surely go away.
The fisherman's wife sat back down, but the clay man did not stop his tapping.
Tap, tap, tap, he tapped.
Ignore the man of clay,
and he'll surely go away,
said the fisherman again, but the clay man still did not stop his tapping.
Tap, tap, tap, he tapped.
Ignore the man of clay,
and he'll surely go away,
said the fisherman a third time, but finally the fisherman's wife could bear it no more, and she rose and opened the door.
The clay man entered the cottage and swallowed the fisherman's wife. Then he swallowed the fisherman, and all of their children.
The clay man went through the entire village, eating everyone that he could find: infants in their cradles, children at play, fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, grandfathers, grandmothers. With every person that he ate, he grew larger and more voracious.
Then the clay man saw the beautiful elk. So wide did he open his mouth that his lower jaw reached Earth and his upper jaw Heaven, and he stepped forward, to swallow the beautiful elk whole.
But the beautiful elk lowered his head, and charged into the clay man's gaping maw.
With his antlers, the beautiful elk shattered the clay man into ten thousand pieces. The pieces fell to Earth and melted away, and so the village was saved.
Moon and Sun,
my tale is done.
Now how about
some vodka?
Note to Reader:
This story, of course, can be read in a number of different ways; but for me, it's primarily an ecological parable.
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