Friday, July 15, 2011

I know it's been at least a light year since I've posted.  Okay, I know, a light year is a measurement of distance, not time, but it sounded good.  Anyway, it's been a long time, and I don't want you to faint or anything that I'm posting.  It's just, I finally finished the last little creative bits on a dear friend of mine. 


His name is Drift.  He was wandering about on an Oregon beach when I found him, a bit waterlogged from the tides and all.  We got to talking.  Hit it off right away. I offered to take him home and he thought the idea of somewhere snug and warm - not to mention dry - sounded good, and so that was that. 


But he was feeling a bit restrained lately I guess. Can't say I blame him, what with the cool, restless winds we've been having the last several days.  He just couldn't stand it anymore and decided to go out into the gardens for a bit of a walkabout.


I don't think he was expecting the terrain to be quite so rugged.  I warned him.  I said "Remember, I've been so busy, I'm woefully behind on weeding.  It's like a jungle out there."  I don't think he believed me.  Unfortunately, by the time he decided maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be out there on his own, he was lost!


Eventually he found a clearer spot. He decided to clamber up to a higher vantage point to see if he could find which direction to head back to the house.  Aha!  There it was, the back door.  He just had to follow the cobbled path.


He thought he was home free when, oh no!  Suddenly a pack of ferocious gargoyles were headed straight for him!!!!  He was frozen with fear!


The creatures were almost upon him... he raised his staff to fend them off ....but wait.  The giant creatures might have looked frightful but to his surprise they were unexpectedly gentle.  They sniffed at him for a moment, and then as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone.


Drift didn't want to push his luck.  He headed quickly for the house, where he gratefully climbed back to his cozy home on the poetry shelf.  It might not be the most exciting location, he thought, but he'd had enough of that back on the beach what with seagulls and crashing waves and dark, stormy nights. 

Still, he had enjoyed most of his outing today, up until he'd gotten lost.  He might like to go out to the gardens again, although next time he'd wait until he could get a human to accompany him, in case those humongous gargoyles were still roaming loose.  Until then he'd stay warm and safe on his little shelf, where gargoyles were the PROPER size.


Carolyn Phillips said...

Oh I love him!

Traci said...

He's ADORABLE! And I love the story and the scary gargoyles!! :D

Jaye said...

Love the story and your creativity! Fabulous companion.