In The Time Of Paper....................scribbles and bits #100

The End Of Paper

      Several young men and a number of young boys were gathered around the fire for a night of story telling by the elder, Obob. Obob sat close to the fire as he told the ancient tale of the day Billiwa and his one eyed brother Jakey, hunted “Old Snout,” the greatest of all bears. The quiet night surrounded them with a thick darkness and the sparkling fire danced shadows off the wrinkled face of the elder.  Waving his thin arms, he wove the story in the air to show the ponderous size of the beast to all the young boys that encircled the secure fire.
     “Old Snout could stand taller than two huntsmen standing on each other’s shoulders,” whispered the elder, “his great body had enough fur to cover a large hut, and it’s hind legs were like mighty stumps.” The young boys slowly leaned forward as they fixed the image of the giant bear in their own minds. “The claws, yes those terrifying claws….I have seen Old Snout tear six men apart on those horrid things and then lumber off into the deep forest to feed on their carcasses for days….terrible, terrible things.” All the boys continued to stare in silence with gaping mouths. The young men of the village all smiled at each other as they remembered the first time they heard about Old Snout. Obob stared out into the night and listened, as if the great bear was stalking.
     “What happened to Old Snout?” cautiously asked one of the boys.
     “Aaaay, yes,” continued the elder, “Billiwa, and his fat one eyed brother Jakey, tracked the creature for many days before they cornered it in a dried up river bed. Billiwa faced Old Snout straight on while his brother ran up behind the beast. At the right moment, Jakey came up from behind and rammed his spear deep, up under Old Snout's tail. When the animal bellowed out in surprise, Billiwa then threw his long spear into the great gaping mouth of the bear causing it to choke to death. Sad for fat Jakey, as he was still crouched behind the creature when the great beast released a massive avalanche of soft dung before dying. Billiwa’s brother drowned in the bears dung right there in the dry river bed.”
     All the young boys sat frozen and mentally locked to Obob’s story. Then one of the young men started to laugh. Soon all the boys started to laugh as well, as they finally caught on to the farce. “Obob, you had us all hanging on like a hooked trout,” laughed one of the boys.
     “Old man,” asked one of the men, “tell us about the days of paper and thinkin.” Obob leaned back and stretched out the kinks in his back. One of the boys quickly brought him a gourd of honey wine to ease his story rendering.
     “Yes, the days of paper and thinkin. Long....long ago, before the time of ice, the world was made up of mighty villages with terrible warriors and many, many powerful chiefs. The chiefs made laws that told the elders what the young should know, like how to talk, to think and to reason. All these things were etched on rivers of ‘paper’ that were harvested from all the great forest of the land. The paper was then bound together and given to all so that they would know what to do. Only certain words would be spoken, only proper thoughts were allowed, your importance was measured by how much paper you had and no one could go anywhere without having special paper with them.
     One day, the people of all these great villages rose up against these powerful chiefs and tried to change their ways. This caused the mighty villages of the north to send down great fires because they needed the paper of others. In only a few seasons the destruction and horror was complete and all the thinkin chiefs and paper treasure was now gone. The lands were burned and scared everywhere for many generations to come. The people then gathered into small and safe villages throughout the land. In time, the land and rivers healed and soon fed them all in abundance. The village laws were fair and agreed on by all and respectfully obeyed. All spoke from the heart and each person had true worth as a member of their village. Elders taught the young as well as fathers and mothers. The skill of paper making was soon forgotten and never missed.” Obob leaned back and stretched his back again as he gazed around the firelight at the young boys. Then he said, “At one time, people were known only by the paper they created and not by who and what they were.”
     One of the younger boys spoke up, “Obob, that’s a dumb story. Tell us about the time of photo and magic boxes.”

To leave a comment, please sign in with
or or

Comments (20)

  1. sweetpaws

    yep they tell us what to think..love this

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Some day it will end.

      July 10, 2014
  2. funfreak

    I could listen to you tell stories all day, Obob.

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      You are a real sugar plum my dear.

      July 10, 2014
  3. tiggers

    Simply awesome great scibbles my friend

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Thank you so much hon.

      July 10, 2014
  4. vis4

    a good campfire story .

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Just need smores.

      July 10, 2014
  5. pastormike

    good thing Obob had forgotten what else they did with paper..

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Does a wild man crap in the woods??

      July 10, 2014
      1. pastormike

        I’ve been known to…

        July 10, 2014
  6. cjb321

    Very enjoyable. You are sooo creative!! big smile

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Thank you dear friend.

      July 10, 2014
  7. TinkerHale

    Perhaps we need to take a few steps backward before we can move forward again. Good points made in this post.

    July 10, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      Thanks Tink.

      July 11, 2014
      1. TinkerHale

        You’re welcome. Always good!

        July 11, 2014
  8. miss-ranty-pants

    You write so beautifully I could smell the fire, wonderful.

    July 11, 2014
    1. uncle_charlie

      What a kind comment. Thank you so much….C

      July 11, 2014
  9. uncle_charlie

    Thank you kindly.

    July 13, 2014