Folksburywoods Story Blog

Metzger did not know his age. His life in the swamp had seen many suns cross the sky.

Each day was the same: wake, kill flesh, eat flesh, then sleep. Sometimes, the two legs would come to his swamp, so he killed and ate them.

When he was smaller, his birth giver told him to fear the two legs who came to the swamp; they would take and kill him.

Now, when they come, he hides in the water. As they slumber, he jumps out of the water, hits them until they are still, and eats them.

Today, there are no two legs, only a slimy who lives in the water. When the slimy comes close, he hits it and eats it—the same every day except when the two legs come.

One day, many two legs came, and when they saw him in the water, they screamed “Wassermann” and ran away. Metzger did not eat that day.

The glowing ball is hiding now, and black will come soon. Time to sleep. Some two legs may come tomorrow, and he will eat well.

Now it’s time to sleep..