Old Man Earthquake
Nestled against the foothills lived a small family. The oldest child was a girl who, from the time she learned how to run, loved to explore the hills around her home. She spent her days among the long dry grasses of the hills, and she knew every roll and dip. She spent long days in the wild of the hills, not returning home until her mother called her for dinner.
She had brothers and sisters, but none of them loved, so much as she did, the hills around them. They would come out and play with her sometimes, but often grew weary of the outdoors so left the girl to play by herself.
She loved to while away hot afternoons underneath a great oak tree that stood at the top of the hill directly above her house. The girl’s mother liked for her to play there for she could easily see her and could easily call to her from the house. The girl played house under the tree, or would climb its sturdy limbs and pretend to be a monkey. Sometimes she would just sit on one of the trees great roots and look at the mountain ridge nearby which had the shape of a face. The face was sideways and appeared to be sleeping. The girl wondered what would happen if the face woke up.
One late afternoon while she sat considering the face and weaving long grass stems into a crown, an old man appeared on the other side of the tree.
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Nestled against the foothills lived a small family. The oldest child was a girl who, from the time she learned how to run, loved to explore the hills around her home. She spent her days among the long dry grasses of the hills, and she knew every roll and dip. She spent long days in the wild of the hills, not returning home until her mother called her for dinner.
She had brothers and sisters, but none of them loved, so much as she did, the hills around them. They would come out and play with her sometimes, but often grew weary of the outdoors so left the girl to play by herself.
She loved to while away hot afternoons underneath a great oak tree that stood at the top of the hill directly above her house. The girl’s mother liked for her to play there for she could easily see her and could easily call to her from the house. The girl played house under the tree, or would climb its sturdy limbs and pretend to be a monkey. Sometimes she would just sit on one of the trees great roots and look at the mountain ridge nearby which had the shape of a face. The face was sideways and appeared to be sleeping. The girl wondered what would happen if the face woke up.
One late afternoon while she sat considering the face and weaving long grass stems into a crown, an old man appeared on the other side of the tree.
[Read more by downloading the PDF below]
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