Bugs, Leaves and WindA Chapter by groishtAn empty town is replaced by dolls that mark the spirits of those that have passed.‘Somewhere in the mountains to the
East, there is a town of no people,’ said the first monk. ‘A town of no people? How can that be?’ ‘There used to be people there, long, long ago, but they
kept dying.’ ‘Why did they die?’ the second monk asked. ‘Nobody knew why. One day there would be a person, and the
next day, there wouldn’t be. The more these mysterious deaths kept happening,
the emptier the town became. There used to be people walking up and down the
main thoroughfare, or running through the forest, or jumping along the
rooftops, but eventually the only things that moved through the town or ran
through the forest or jumped along the rooftops were bugs, leaves, and wind.’ ‘Bugs…leaves…and wind,’ the second monk said slowly. ‘So then, the remaining townspeople thought they should do
something to liven up the town, to make it look like it used to. Eventually
they came upon the idea of replacing the people. Not by making more babies;
most of the townspeople were too old for that, anyway. The town was known for
its doll-making, so they thought they could put their skills to use in order to
rehabilitate the town. What they decided to do was to make dolls that were
replicas of the people who died. They created a doll for each person that had
died, and placed them around the town, in a place where that person had often
been seen. Some of the dolls would be standing on the bridge, watching the
stream gushing forth underneath them, some of them would be on the rooftops,
some of them would be up in the trees, and some would be standing here and
there around the town. Of course, the dolls were a lot smaller than the real
people, but it was still better than the town being empty.’ ‘That’s…’ the second monk didn’t know what to say. ‘It doesn’t end there. The remaining townspeople had become
so attached to making dolls out of the people who died that, during times when
nobody was dying and they had nothing to do, if they happened to see a bug die,
or a leaf dry up and go brown, they would make dolls of the bugs and the
leaves. They would then scatter the bug and leaf dolls throughout the town, so
that it was as though nothing ever died.’ The second monk sat there like a statue in awe of what he
was being told. ‘Of course, eventually everyone died, but before the very
last people did, they made sure to make dolls of themselves. When it came time
for them to die, they lay with their dolls in their hands, so that when they
eventually perished, the doll would be left in the place where they died, and
the dolls would take up where they left off. Now there is nothing in the town
but dolls representing the things that once were.’ ‘What about the wind?’ asked the second monk. ‘The wind?’ ‘What did they do when the wind died? Did they make a doll
of the wind?’ The first monk looked to the East as he tried to picture
what a doll of the wind would look like, but before he could think of an
answer, a wind doll came out of nowhere and hit him plum in the face. © 2014 groishtReviews
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