Written by: Jacob Jablonski
The morning is crisp, the woods are quiet, and it’s the calm before the storm. The King has emerged from his log palace to survey his kingdom and find his sustenance. Traveling his eastern slope, basking in the morning sun, he hears the bell of the beast and the footsteps of his Master. The King pauses. They grow near, and the bell is silenced in an instant, and the King stands face to face with his nemesis. The brave King stands motionless, fearless, and transfixed. The Beast moves closer than the sound of whoa in the air holding the Beast back. The King looks on unflinching proud and brave, and again the Beast moves closer, and whoa is in the air once again. Then with a ferocity of a tornado, the King takes towards the heavens. Boom! Swoosh, Boom! Swoosh. The Beast’s Master unleashes a fury of lead, fire, and smoke. The King is untouched, too swift, and agile, weaving in and out the aspens, he lands with grace and dignity to rule over his woodland Kingdom another day.