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The Village of Unhappiness...      Download this Full Story
By Claywoman
Monday, January 14, 2002

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This is a story I tell my grandchildren upon occasion when life seems to be trying to get them down. I thought it was a good one and I thought I would share my thoughts here. Now close your eyes and listen with your hearts not your heads and you will truly hear the words.

Deep within the forest under the redwood trees climbing straight and tall, reaching to the heavens. Do you see them? Good, do you see that squirrel high in the branches? Balancing so delicately, so sure? Do you notice that he carefully plans his next move; he does not leave that spot until he is sure he will be all right. Now look to the left, a little higher…there do you see the bird? I think it is a falcon. See how his eyes are constantly looking around for any movement that might spell dinner. These and many more animals make up the Village of Unhappiness. What? Yes, I will tell you why, but you must listen closely to this first.

Okay, take your eyes out of the trees and look in the underbrush, yes, in the dense thicket. Do you see him? Do you see that beautiful fawn just lying there looking so solemn, so still. He is waiting patiently for his mother to come. His eyes are bright with unshed tears because he is scared. Therefore, we will leave him alone for now, but yes to answer your question, he too is a citizen of Unhappiness. Okay, lets walk softly as to not disturb the crawling animals that are busily gathering their foodstuffs.

Now to begin my tale, here deep in the forest, there is a small village; at one time, the name was Happiness Village. All the animals lived with each other in peace and harmony, oh there was some bickering, but nothing that was not handled. In this village lived all the animals of the forest. The mayor was a wise old owl called Wise Head. His name came from the fact that he dispensed such wisdom, such love, and such happiness!

The villager's loved him dearly, but one day; there came a cold wind blowing through the tops of the trees. This wind blew hard, bending branches and actually tearing some off the trees causing them to bleed their life's blood down their trunks. This wind was destructive, so destructive, it wanted to knock over everything the citizens found beautiful. All it wanted was to rid the world of all happiness! It went so far as to start talking about all the animals, making each of them distrustful of the other. The worst thing the wind did though was to destroy the mayor. No longer were people listening to him, heeding his words of wisdom. They did not trust him because the wind told them he was mean, and a terrible leader. Therefore, Wise Head left the village, alone and downtrodden.

The wind howled with laughter, he had won! Wise Head was no longer mayor and now he was in control! The villagers looked to the wind for direction and the wind appointed his friend lightning to make sure everyone did what they had to do. The wind wanted total control, he did not want to see happy, and he wanted fear and turmoil. He set about doing that with ease. With Wise Head gone, he controlled with an iron fist.

Some of the villagers left, they did not want to stay where turmoil exists, they wanted to find another refuge, another place to call their own. Therefore, they left in the dead of night, silently as not to rouse the ears of the wind. Some were braver; some called out the wind and cursed the unfairness! However, these animals were quickly suppressed and pounded into the ground to become food for the underground creatures. After a while, quiet prevailed in the village, but the sound of laughter died, and fear took its place. Some of the creatures like the squirrels got busy and tried to ignore the way the village had changed. Others like the deer hid from the unhappiness and shook with fear in the storm. Birds like the falcon, soared in the thermals created by the wind and thrived on the smaller animals, the ones too scared to run.

That is why when you look for the Village of Unhappiness, you find it surrounding you, suppressing you, and choking you. However, if you look hard enough, you will find the seed of the new village. You will find where the animals go to play, frolic and have fun. That place is the place in your heart where you find love and respect. Therefore, my children, look within your heart and find your Village of Happiness, not the Village of Unhappiness.

Now I must go, what is my name? I guess I forgot that didn't I. My name is Wise Head and I am your guide.

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Reviewed by m j hollingshead 10/29/2004
well done
Reviewed by Lawrance Lux 9/29/2002
Good touch for children.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/10/2002
great story, claywoman!!
Reviewed by James Samdavid1 4/27/2002
If I didn't know any better, I would say by reading between the lines there is more to this story than meets the eye. It reminds me of a writing sight that I used to write under the name of deputy_2 and was told to get lost. However, I could be mistaken. It just seems so real and that I have been there before. Good write and I do understand it completely. God Bless. SD1
Reviewed by Sonya Henderson 4/13/2002
"There won't be any trumphets blowing come judgement day. But on a bloody afternoon, One Tin Soldier Rides Away." S
Reviewed by bonnie 3/16/2002
awesome gentle teaching story!
Reviewed by Kone Simons 2/24/2002
Cute story...

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