Storm of Stone

This is a tale of a bat so rude; it brought him to his doom. He lived in a small village of lengwams, for that is what the bats called themselves. Most bats were kind to each other, making friendly comments about how nice the other looked, or how lovely the moon was that night. One bat, however, was not so kind.

His name was Loki. In bat, or lengwam, language, his name meant “kindness”, but he turned out to be more like the Norse god named Loki, who was the god of mischief. He would flutter and twirl about, bragging about how graceful and superior he was. No one liked him much, except for his alphwams, or parents.

The small town of lengwams Loki and his parents lived in was called Lengwampolis. This name translates into “city of bats” in hunjor, or human. Lengwampolis always produced a magnificently rich crop of assorted tree fruits, for Lengwampolis was built amongst the highest trees in the center of the most gloriously fertile grove. It had always had the most marvelous reputation for its stupendous fruits and respectable, if not over courteous, residents. Loki, of course, did his utmost best to liquidate this enviable reputation.

It was Macrowam ball season. The game of Macrowam ball was very similar to basketball, except it was played in the air, so of course there was no such thing as a travel. The court was just called a court, but the slang name for it was a “courtney”. The basket was just a basket, but the slang name was a “daniels basket”. The lines that marked out of bounds were just lines, but they were referred to as michalak lines. It was during a Macrowam ball game, the East Lengwampolis Mangwams vs. the West Lengwampolis Avocadwams that a horrible event happened.

Loki was huswam rawamned, a position that would have been point guard if it had been basketball that they were playing that night. Loki was spitting out all sorts of mean and infuriating comments at the East Lengwampolis Mangwams (he played for the West Lengwampolis Avocadwams) the game progressed, and every time Loki made any sort of rude or boastful comment, a small rain cloud would drift over and join another small rain cloud to make one medium sized rain cloud. That cloud would join another cloud until there was one heck of a storm cloud floating over the Macrowam ball stadium.

The game kept going in spite of the threateningly darkening sky. As the ball sailed beautifully into the daniels basket, Loki called out his last insult. “Haisji! Joduu kidi eok-“, or “ Booyah! Take that you-“ but he was cut off by a sudden strike of lightning that flashed down from the sky and hit Loki on his cheek, denting it.

When reading this please remember that Lengwampolis was very high up, even to a hunjor (human). The stun from the sudden strike sent him toppling to the ground. A thick layer of granite slowly grew over him, and all the other lengwams gazed in astonishment as the realized that no longer would they be plagued by the nuisance they had grown so used to.

I hope that this tale has taught you a lesson. You would do well to listen, for every event really and truly did happen. Honestly.

By: Smeagol MurDured DeAgol (Cami G.)