DAY 1
After 23 years of digging, Elisheva and Jon had finally managed to break out of the prison they were born into. Their mother, pregnant, had a life sentence, and the two siblings shared that sentence with her until this day. Immediately after pulling themselves from the hole, they took a deep breath, stood straight up, and got a good view of their new home. The tall walls of rock between every open space of pine trees also peeked over areas where the trees couldn't stand so tall. They were surrounded by walls, but this time they were free.
They found whom they were told to seek out; Anjelica, a citizen of Curry Village. They stood talking next to a small fenced off patch of grass populated by a single fuzzy horned jackalope. A short conversation with Anjelica left Jon and Elisheva with a goal, the food box. After an unhealthy lunch of whatever they could scramble up from their pockets, they headed off to Anjelica's tent; but first feeding the wild jackalope a single yogurt covered pretzel, ignoring the sign that warned, 'do not feed the wild jackalopes.'
"Tell us more about the food box," Jon demanded of Anjelica, "are there chips within it?"
The three of them sat in her large tent that was raised from the dirt ground giving her a flood proof hardwood floor. Anjelica left the presence of a fourth person in the tent a secret from the two as she went on to tell them of the mythical food box; how it sat next to a lonely tent near a settlement deep on the other side of the forest, near the city of the buffalo; and how there was in fact a healthy bag of chips inside this box. She gave them a map that pointed in the general direction of where the settlement was thought to be. Elisheva took the map and placed it in her Mary Poppins Bag along side all her magically enchanted types of dusts, potions, and lunch ingredients. After the visitors left her tent, a man in skinny cut off shorts and a cloak stepped forward from the shadows.
"I want you to follow them," said Anjelica without turning to look at Grant, "and when they find the box, bring whatever is inside to me. Don't let them leave your sight until you have it."
"Of course," Grant gave a slight bow, "that includes the chips?"
"Take this," She handed him a very large bag, "keep the box's contents in this, and do as you please with the chips, you'll see what it is I want, once the box is opened."
"Mochila!" Grant said loudly and abruptly. He then left the tent to watch them and make sure they were up to no funny business.
It was still a sleepy day, but the two decided they would travel the village, and prepare for what's ahead. Sandwiches, they both agreed egg salad would make for the best lunch. A man in a green hat and green sweater to match the green on Elisheva slowly creeped his way behind the two as they stood there thinking.
"Where do you think we could get egg salad supplies in such a place as this?" Elisheva asked of Jon. The man behind heard them and approached them, putting his hand on Elisheva's shoulder. Elisheva turned around, they met eyes. There was a silence as they stared into each other's souls. It was love at first sight.Jon, seeing only the fact that a stranger had had laid his hand upon his friend's shoulder, spoke up in her defense, quite passively, "hi," a slight smile of amusement.
The trance-like state between them was suddenly broken, they both blinked and shook their heads, "Umm," the man said, finding his thought, "oh yeah, I know where you can find your egg salad sandwiches," he laughed an embarrassed laugh. The two decided it would be best to follow him, Elisheva convinced Jon he could be trusted, but kept the otherworldly moment between them a secret for now in case she was just being foolish and didn't realize it.
They approached a small wooden hut surrounded by what looked to be more established log buildings, "Trust me," said the man, who had introduced himself as Jordan to our two favourite adventurers, "this is the best place for egg salad in all the village.
"Yes," said Elisheva, who had been unable to wipe the smile from her face since they ran into the man, "The quaintest place always have the most--" a slight pause put more into the next word, as did her sudden intentive eye contact with Jordan, "LOVE... into the food." A sparkly pretty noise came from nowhere magically, wind chimes of love.
"Take this," She handed him a very large bag, "keep the box's contents in this, and do as you please with the chips, you'll see what it is I want, once the box is opened."
"Mochila!" Grant said loudly and abruptly. He then left the tent to watch them and make sure they were up to no funny business.
It was still a sleepy day, but the two decided they would travel the village, and prepare for what's ahead. Sandwiches, they both agreed egg salad would make for the best lunch. A man in a green hat and green sweater to match the green on Elisheva slowly creeped his way behind the two as they stood there thinking.
"Where do you think we could get egg salad supplies in such a place as this?" Elisheva asked of Jon. The man behind heard them and approached them, putting his hand on Elisheva's shoulder. Elisheva turned around, they met eyes. There was a silence as they stared into each other's souls. It was love at first sight.Jon, seeing only the fact that a stranger had had laid his hand upon his friend's shoulder, spoke up in her defense, quite passively, "hi," a slight smile of amusement.
The trance-like state between them was suddenly broken, they both blinked and shook their heads, "Umm," the man said, finding his thought, "oh yeah, I know where you can find your egg salad sandwiches," he laughed an embarrassed laugh. The two decided it would be best to follow him, Elisheva convinced Jon he could be trusted, but kept the otherworldly moment between them a secret for now in case she was just being foolish and didn't realize it.
They approached a small wooden hut surrounded by what looked to be more established log buildings, "Trust me," said the man, who had introduced himself as Jordan to our two favourite adventurers, "this is the best place for egg salad in all the village.
"Yes," said Elisheva, who had been unable to wipe the smile from her face since they ran into the man, "The quaintest place always have the most--" a slight pause put more into the next word, as did her sudden intentive eye contact with Jordan, "LOVE... into the food." A sparkly pretty noise came from nowhere magically, wind chimes of love. "It's a pretty small place," said Jon... to himself, "but from the inside it's a bit bigger."
"Oh yes!" a voice from nowhere.
"Hello?" Elisheva and Jordan decided to wait outside and talk, leaving Jon to fend for himself in the world of getting egg salad sandwiches. Looking around the cluttered wooden room, Jon saw nobody. Just supplies in every corner and a counter at the other side of the room.
"Leonda," the voice called.
"Yes?" another answered.
"Fetch my foot stool would you?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to," and from behind the counter, a small stout woman, waist high, with a brown dress and braided blonde hair scurried to a foot stool against the wall half her heighth, and dragged it back behind the counter. Jon stood there and watched, she didn't look at him.
Suddenly a head popped up, long tangled dirty blonde hair, and a beard to match it, "People always complain about the size of my store, but there's plenty of room for me."
Jon held a laugh in, smiling he asked for egg salad sandwiche supplies.
"Wooly mammoth?" the short man asked.
"Huh?"
"Oh, I mean Snuffalupagus!"
Jon tilted his head in confusion. Suddenly the man let out a single whelp as he fell to the floor. The small woman's head popped up where the man's once stood."Sorry about that, Cameron can be a little weird sometimes," she said, then pulling from under the counter she pulled out a loaf of bread, "you said you need egg salad sandwiches?"
"Oh yes."
"How many?" she began to open the packaging.
"Oh oh oh," Jon put his hand out, "I'll just take the whole loaf."
"Really?" she held the loaf dangling in front of her face, causing Jon to take a closer look, "That's a lot of sandwiches." On that further inspection, Jon saw a layer of egg salad between ever other slice of bread.
"Yes, I'll take the whole loaf of sandwiches,"said Jon happily, "and, do you have any chips?"
The moment Jon finished his sentence, the man, who had been knocked to the floor started screaming, and ran out the front door. Jon laughed, "he is a little weird."
Leonda didn't find it funny, "why do you want chips? You don't have any with you do you?" she asked.
"No I don't, and I like chips, I just thought..."
"Oh yes!" a voice from nowhere.
"Hello?" Elisheva and Jordan decided to wait outside and talk, leaving Jon to fend for himself in the world of getting egg salad sandwiches. Looking around the cluttered wooden room, Jon saw nobody. Just supplies in every corner and a counter at the other side of the room.
"Leonda," the voice called.
"Yes?" another answered.
"Fetch my foot stool would you?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to," and from behind the counter, a small stout woman, waist high, with a brown dress and braided blonde hair scurried to a foot stool against the wall half her heighth, and dragged it back behind the counter. Jon stood there and watched, she didn't look at him.
Suddenly a head popped up, long tangled dirty blonde hair, and a beard to match it, "People always complain about the size of my store, but there's plenty of room for me."
Jon held a laugh in, smiling he asked for egg salad sandwiche supplies.
"Wooly mammoth?" the short man asked.
"Huh?"
"Oh, I mean Snuffalupagus!"
Jon tilted his head in confusion. Suddenly the man let out a single whelp as he fell to the floor. The small woman's head popped up where the man's once stood."Sorry about that, Cameron can be a little weird sometimes," she said, then pulling from under the counter she pulled out a loaf of bread, "you said you need egg salad sandwiches?"
"Oh yes."
"How many?" she began to open the packaging.
"Oh oh oh," Jon put his hand out, "I'll just take the whole loaf."
"Really?" she held the loaf dangling in front of her face, causing Jon to take a closer look, "That's a lot of sandwiches." On that further inspection, Jon saw a layer of egg salad between ever other slice of bread.
"Yes, I'll take the whole loaf of sandwiches,"said Jon happily, "and, do you have any chips?"
The moment Jon finished his sentence, the man, who had been knocked to the floor started screaming, and ran out the front door. Jon laughed, "he is a little weird."
Leonda didn't find it funny, "why do you want chips? You don't have any with you do you?" she asked.
"No I don't, and I like chips, I just thought..."
"Oh no, just making sure you weren't." Leonda swallowed hard, "we have a curse on our family, a curse denying us the freedom of chips. Chocolate chips, potato chips, tortilla chips, even..." a single tear that had begun to form at the corner of here eye now fell, "chips off the old block."
"Oh!" Jon was flabberghasted, "that sounds horrible! I'm sorry." The two of them stood in silence for a moment before Jon said another word, "so... how did you guys get this, umm, cu--"
"Nevermind that," Leonda cut him off, and her sadness was swept away, "but if you're so interested I know a way you can help."
Jon, at a loss for words, stood with his mouth hanging open. Leonda pulled out a map, and a sharpie, and circled and Xed some spots. Pointing to the circle she said, "this is where we are," then pointing to the X she said, "and this is where the cave is. Inside the cave you'll find a magical bottle of champagne. Whoever gets the champange bottle broken over their heads, any curse upon them is broken instantly."
"Wait, you want me to get this for you?"
"Yes"
"Well," remembering his own map, "I am headed that way, so, I guess I could check it out."
"Thanks," she said with a smile, "anything else for you?"
Jon looked around the room for anything that Elisheva might give him a hard time for not getting, "I'll take some vegetables too,"
"Wow," said Elisheva, "I'm so surprised you got vegetables instead of chips."
"Oh!" Jon was flabberghasted, "that sounds horrible! I'm sorry." The two of them stood in silence for a moment before Jon said another word, "so... how did you guys get this, umm, cu--"
"Nevermind that," Leonda cut him off, and her sadness was swept away, "but if you're so interested I know a way you can help."
Jon, at a loss for words, stood with his mouth hanging open. Leonda pulled out a map, and a sharpie, and circled and Xed some spots. Pointing to the circle she said, "this is where we are," then pointing to the X she said, "and this is where the cave is. Inside the cave you'll find a magical bottle of champagne. Whoever gets the champange bottle broken over their heads, any curse upon them is broken instantly."
"Wait, you want me to get this for you?"
"Yes"
"Well," remembering his own map, "I am headed that way, so, I guess I could check it out."
"Thanks," she said with a smile, "anything else for you?"
Jon looked around the room for anything that Elisheva might give him a hard time for not getting, "I'll take some vegetables too,"
"Wow," said Elisheva, "I'm so surprised you got vegetables instead of chips."
"What could I say," Jon raised his hands, giving his tilted head an even plateau between his shrugged shoulders and palms, "I'm a healthy boy."
They day was getting dark, and the two heroes of our story gave the sun a salute before it retreated behind the rocks. The two, still affected by the sleepiness of this sleepy day, decided they would start their journey on the next day and rest that night under the powdery river of stars. Jordan brought them to a group of campers without tents. Sitting around a campfire they contributed vegetables to the community soup, whereas everyone else just threw in instant noodles. Everyone showered the vegetables with compliments shared stories about the nature of Yosemite. After eating, Elisheva pulled out some more yogurt covered pretzels, and a jackalope jumped from the bushes, grabbing the one she was about to put into her mouth, and then it ran.
They day was getting dark, and the two heroes of our story gave the sun a salute before it retreated behind the rocks. The two, still affected by the sleepiness of this sleepy day, decided they would start their journey on the next day and rest that night under the powdery river of stars. Jordan brought them to a group of campers without tents. Sitting around a campfire they contributed vegetables to the community soup, whereas everyone else just threw in instant noodles. Everyone showered the vegetables with compliments shared stories about the nature of Yosemite. After eating, Elisheva pulled out some more yogurt covered pretzels, and a jackalope jumped from the bushes, grabbing the one she was about to put into her mouth, and then it ran.
"Did you feed the jackalope one of those before?" Yoshi, one of the others asked, "they'll follow you for months after giving them just one you know."
"We'll be fine, we're leaving in the morning."
"Oh, but human food will cause the jackalope to try and take on human form," he replied, using a stick to push a log over. It didn't help the fire grow, but none fed the fire, for sleepytime was nigh.
"Oh, that's not so bad," Jon said, waving his hand as to dismiss the problem.
"Well, Jon, in order to do this, the jackalope needs to absorb a human into itself." Yoshi sat up to say his last part ominously, "when we wake up tomorrow morning, one of us will be missing." everyone sat staring at the two, "the jackalopes usually take the form of whoever likes the food they want to best," Yoshi squinted his eyes at Jon before asking, "how much do you like yogurt pretzels?" Jon's eyes stared wide back at his, lacking a smile his face counter balanced Yoshi's squint and smile. Moments later, everyone around who sat silently listening broke out in laughter, "it's only a story, haha, go to sleep. You'll be fine," Then whispered one last thing, "I hope..." his eyes shut.
In the darkness behind the camp, Grant stood straight up and watched as the group of campers began to fall asleep around a dying campfire. Suddenly, Grant felt four legs wrap around him from behind. He tried to pull the legs off but moments later he felt something wrapping around his head, something wet. His hands went straight for his head, it was furry, and it was trying to eat him. In seconds, whatever had the top of his head now slowed down to try wrapping it's mouth around his shoulders. It didn't take long. Grant couldn't breathe, and the mouth of the creature now held his arms, Grant could do nothing to get it off. Grant, with no air to aid him, used as much energy as he could to try ripping his way out to another breath, but that only caused him to lose consciousness so much faster.
"We'll be fine, we're leaving in the morning."
"Oh, but human food will cause the jackalope to try and take on human form," he replied, using a stick to push a log over. It didn't help the fire grow, but none fed the fire, for sleepytime was nigh.
"Oh, that's not so bad," Jon said, waving his hand as to dismiss the problem.
"Well, Jon, in order to do this, the jackalope needs to absorb a human into itself." Yoshi sat up to say his last part ominously, "when we wake up tomorrow morning, one of us will be missing." everyone sat staring at the two, "the jackalopes usually take the form of whoever likes the food they want to best," Yoshi squinted his eyes at Jon before asking, "how much do you like yogurt pretzels?" Jon's eyes stared wide back at his, lacking a smile his face counter balanced Yoshi's squint and smile. Moments later, everyone around who sat silently listening broke out in laughter, "it's only a story, haha, go to sleep. You'll be fine," Then whispered one last thing, "I hope..." his eyes shut.
In the darkness behind the camp, Grant stood straight up and watched as the group of campers began to fall asleep around a dying campfire. Suddenly, Grant felt four legs wrap around him from behind. He tried to pull the legs off but moments later he felt something wrapping around his head, something wet. His hands went straight for his head, it was furry, and it was trying to eat him. In seconds, whatever had the top of his head now slowed down to try wrapping it's mouth around his shoulders. It didn't take long. Grant couldn't breathe, and the mouth of the creature now held his arms, Grant could do nothing to get it off. Grant, with no air to aid him, used as much energy as he could to try ripping his way out to another breath, but that only caused him to lose consciousness so much faster.
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