Monday, September 19, 2011

Welcome Home! The Harrowing Tale of a lost Lumberjack - Part 1

If you are somewhat new to my shiny place here, you may be wondering what in the world is this all about. Well, this is about a long lost lumberjack who was missing for quite some time. Oh yes, missing indeed! If you would like to get all caught up on The Lumberjack's history you can do so HERE.

For those of you familiar with The Lumberjack, you may have wondered from time to time just what he was up too. You may have even asked, "Where O where has that lumberjack been?" Well friends, perhaps it was wrong of me not to mention anything when he first went missing, but I didn't want needlessly worry you. I mean we all know how he's a wanderer, often gone on his journeys for months at a time. Still, he usually says goodbye and at the very least packs a knapsack. As time went on, we began to worry, more time passed without a word and we feared the worst.

Then the other day, I heard the faintest knock on the front door of the little green cottage. When I opened the door there he was, out of the blue, returned to us The Lumberjack! It has taken some time to pry the details of his harrowing tale and I don't think we will ever truly know the whole story. I will share with you what I have learned.

It all began on blustery fall Sunday last year. The Lumberjack was in the back yard raking leaves and letting his thoughts drift when suddenly, a giant beast attacked out of nowhere! The giant beast had slobbery jaws and horrible sharp teeth, LJ particularly remembers the terrible stench of his breath! The beast lunged, the beast chomped and that is the last thing The Lumberjack recalls until he woke up in a daze - nearly falling into the black abyss of an unknown storm drain.

Not knowing where he was nor how he got there, LJ leaned on his lumberjack skills climbing the nearest tallest tree (which happened to be a telephone pole) to get a birds-eye view and perhaps spot a familiar landmark.

Though he climbed ever higher and looked out over the land, he did not recognize anything at all. There was not even a single soul in sight to ask!

He began walking. He walked for an entire day not knowing what direction he was traveling, just hoping to find some people who might be able to shed some light on this most perplexing situation. As darkness started to fall, he found an old piece of canvas in a ditch, he searched his pockets for the length of string he always carried with him and made a makeshift camp in a dirt field where he spent a cold and fitful night.

In the small moments of sleep he was able to manage, he dreamed of terrifying beasts and a table full of flapjacks with real maple syrup. He was startled awake by a ferocious growling, but realized it was only his empty stomach.

Hungry, dejected and damp, he set out at first light eventually coming to an overgrown and long disused logging road, he followed the road hacking at the underbrush with a heavy stick. It was slow going and many miles later he wondered if he would ever make it to civilization, or breakfast. He sustained himself by drinking the dew from leaves and eating the last of the bramble-berries on the bushes. He kept on.

This is where I must leave off for today. I promise to continue The Lumberjack's compelling story in Part 2 on Wednesday. Stay tuned, you really don't want to miss it!


Sherri B. said...

When you left a tease for us, I was so hoping that it was LJ that you were hinting about. Many times when I have visted here, I have seen him over on your sidebar and longed to hear some word of his activities. What a relief to get a good report of his return. Waiting with baited breath for the rest of the story!

Flaming Nora said...

Well I had been wondering, but felt it tactless to mention his continuing absence.

Vic said...

On the edge of my seat....! ;)

Ted and Agnes said...

I am so glad he is back to tell his tale rxx

greenrabbitdesigns said...

I certainly don't!
He does always look quite happy despite his trials!!
Vivienne x

june at noon said...

Oh, my, poor fellow! I'm glad he's returned.

(And what better what to boost one's creativity than continuing a story like this!)

Pomona said...

I am so glad that he returned - I had some small ounce weights that went AWOL from the scales once, and we never did discover where they went, not to mention the tractor that chugged off after a mother and toddler coffee morning never to be seen again.

Pomona x

Tas said...

Oh, this is worse than a cliffhanger at the end of a season of Dallas or Dynasty...

Tas said...

(PS It wont all just be a dream, I hope. It didn't work for Bobby Ewing, you know)

Floss said...

Oh Lumberjack, what a bold and brave little plastic guy (bonhomme plastique?) you are!

Thanks for your comment too - it's so hard to balance all these things.

dear olive said...

I am new to this place and loving this tale! Off to read the lumberjacks history while I wait for part II. Hello, by the way - lovely blog! Kellie xx