by onion » Wed Dec 21, 2016 3:43 pm
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Where was the log taken from?
this yule log was taken from a suburban city one december- by an elderly deer- back to a small creek surrounded by wood of all colors and air free of diesel fumes. when this deer was young and full of life, he of course spent the holidays gathering pretty plants, flowers, rocks, and other things to set up with his family. one year he had nudged over an old log with his nose. his family was shocked to hear he walked all the way to the outskirts of the woods just for the log, especially since someone could have seen him! but he explained that, while searching, it caught his eye, being the only branch illuminated by a peek of weak sunlight. after all, it was the solstice; it was almost as if the sun had chosen him! for years after that, the deer and his family would always rest at their yule log the night of the solstice. it became a tradition that they loved. but, as all living things do, they began to grow old. along with the construction work from the town pushing further towards the forest, the deers family did not survive long. their beautiful home was being destroyed and so were their lives... but that is why this elderly deer, neck ducked to hold the log in place, crept slowly into the forest once again. his back hurt and he eyes were so heavy. at such an old age, it was hard to dodge the blanks of little humans and tall humans pointing at him. the deer lowered his head to let the log roll off and onto the iced over water of the creek it used to sit by. he was the only buck left, the only one to make it through the sad destruction of the family, and so it was his job to gather the years yule log, even if his family werent there. a duty is a duty, so the deer brought back the most beautiful log he found right at the citys connection to the forest. such a long journey left him tired. with once last look around, the deer made himself comfortable on the ice right next to his- no, their log, that he took from the people who greedily took his family. he closed his eyes. the first and the last deer to retrieve the yearly log slept for a long, long, long time. though the forest continued to wither away, the log never did. it sits silently as each moon has its phase and each season has its weather. no matter what things came its way, the log stayed put like a mark of territory, so that this way, the deer would never be forgotten. and neither would their log.
It's lovely-TY ;w;
