of Story : To Create a Myth
||Mike Brosnan 05-03-1206
Olif of the Jungle
time ago. in a far away country called Oley, in a vast jungle, there
lived a man called Olif.
normal except that he had very short legs. This didn’t affect his
lifestyle in the jungle, as he whiled away his days shooting small
game with his bow & arrow, picking fruits, & occupying
himself with the local maidens, but as so often with human kind, he
wasn’t satisfied. He had heard from the infrequent strangers
travelling through, that many leagues away the jungle changed to a
vast desert land. Olif pined to experience this different land.
a problem. Olif knew that with his short legs, he could never travel
such a long distance. Oh my,, what should he do?
he thought,not to be beaten in has desire, “I will visit the
village witch. “ The ugly, wise old witch asked, “
why do you want to wander, as you live in such a beautiful place”,
but Olif would not be put of his quest.
if you must “ said the ugly, wise old witch.” You must cut down
an Olar Tree, pare of the bark, then the wood, untill the centre core
is exposed. There you will find a little round knot. Carefully cut
this out, grind into a powder, boil , drink the juice & you
the see your legs grow longer, but remember I warned you to be happy
overjoyed, & proceeded to do as he was told, & behold
watched as his legs grow & grow, until he was a giant with long
legs, & a short body. He was so tall, that he stood above the
top of the forest.
gathered around, & excitedly wished him well for his adventure.
The once short man had become a hero in his village.
off, striding through the jungle,not noticing he was trampling it
under his large feet. & in no time the wondrous desert spread
in front of him
very happy. He was the only person from his land to see these very
gambolled in the sand, sunbathed, & tried to communicate with
very different, darked skinned natives of the desert
a time, he tired of this, the people ran from him, as he looked so
strange, food was scarce, & water even more so.
wandered around by himself, & started to have nagging thoughts,
remember the warning from the ugly, wise, old witch
decided to go back to the lush jungle, so verdant with life, food,
travelled across the desert at such a fast rate, he thought, “ I
will be home in no time, “
as his feet touched the jungle, his legs started to shorten &
shorten, until he was back to the little man he was.
devastated, as he lived out his life having to learn to forage in
the sand for food & water The locals snubbed him, &
eventually he died a lonely man.
back in Oley eventually heard from the infrequent travellers what had
happened, & were very sad for the intrepid Olif, but the ugly,]
wise old witch chuckled & said to herself “ let that be a
lesson to the people of Oley “
of this story is : When in the jungle, be happy there, as it may
not be any better in the desert.