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JUNIS AND THE OX
by Laura Mattas

Once there lived a fabled blacksmith named Junis. He was able to craft almost anything should he have the materials. He worked diligently in his town until the hardships of taxes and the corruption of governors became too hard for him and his honorable heart to bear. packing his things he set out for the wilderness to make a new town for the villagers. for three days and three nights he wandered to find a new spot that would supply his materials for building. When he came upon the ideal place he collapsed from exhaustion, but the next day he set to work. He toiled long and hard clearing the land and preparing it for construction. As Junis was preparing supper one night a wandering Ox came to him. He merely looked upon him and left. The next day, as Junis was working, his sweat fell onto the land and from where it dropped sprouted weeds made of silver. Where tears of frustration fell, grew flowers of gold. When Junis’ hands bled from the tight grip of the ax, grass of iron grew. In the breeze one could hear the slight tingling of the grasses blowing in the wind. In the sun, the land glistened resplendently. From Junis’ blood,sweat and tears a magnificent village grew and prospered. Of the ox, no one could quite tell, but Junis swears he was a spirit providing him aid so that he could create a new land of prosperity for his people and as such they are now treated with respect of an elder.









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Mike Mosall II,
Aug 12, 2013, 7:56 PM
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Mike Mosall II,
Aug 12, 2013, 7:54 PM
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