The Armadillo of Legends: Defender of Stuffed Animals

The Armadillo of Legends: Defender of Stuffed Animals

And so the Armadillo took his leave of the Wise Old Bunny, and started across the desolate Land of the Living.

Obviously the name was meant to be a misnomer, or perhaps it was once a prosperous merchant town, but it certainly was no more. Harsh sand buffeted his face, while the heat from the sun beat down on his back. Nothing but dunes of sand were visible as far as the eye could see. Then far off in the distant the Armadillo’s keen eye noticed a gleam off the top of a small hill. Moving forward to examine it the Armadillo realized that there were many smaller lumps covering the hill. As he grew closer he could make out the glitter of two large eyes and the curl of one humongous lip.

The Armadillo stepped back in astonishment. Before him, between two huge mountains stood the giant stone Attack Frog!

The Attack Frog, immense in size, was a huge stone monument of a frog, magnificently painted and carved . Who or what this monument was carved for no one knew, but the monument was supposed to be constructed in Bathe.  How in the world did it come to be in the Land of the Living?

Suddenly the Attack Frog turned his head with a low rumbling sound, and began to speak in a deep throaty voice. “I see, young Armadillo, that you wish to cross past these mountains to the Valley of Din. To do this I have no objection, but if you wish me to move then first you must complete my task.”

The Armadillo rolled his eyes and accepted.

“Good. As I sit here much dust and sand accumulate on my stone eyes. Unable to gather water in the desert I would like you to clean them.Second I would like to know the nature of your quest, that I may judge your worthiness. And last of all I would like the book Dracula. I haven’t read a good book in ages.”

Diligently, the adventurer set about his tasks.  Within the hour the frog sat content with clean eyes, knowledge of the armadillo’s noble nature, and a good book.  All this being done the Attack Frog rose from the ground, and shaking dirt from ages past off him, nimbly sprang aside.

“I thank you Armadillo and due to the righteousness of your quest I offer you this old shield left behind by some other traveler. Though it is old and worn it will protect you from harm far better than any other.”

That being said, and the Armadillo on the other side of the mountain, the Attack Frog sprang back in place and became once more an immovable stone in the desert.

And so the Armadillo left the Land of the Living and emerged into the Valley of Din. As he entered the calm green valley he removed his scarf from his face, thinking now he could better smell the calming green scent of nature. Instead his nostrils were met with an atrocious smell. Fire.

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Nathaniel

Nathaniel is the main trumpet player for Longbow and handles much of the blog work. He is currently being homeschooled through high school.

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