Folksburywoods Story Blog

“I hate Winter and Solstice the most,” grumbled the Snorgel. Each year, the Snorgel would come to the small stream that ran through his forest and watch the sunrise so he could cruise it.

“There is no one to torment, no heggie to stick rotten berries on and watch the flies make him mad. Frog sleeps, so I can’t spook him with my hawk screech,” bemoaned the creature.

Snorgel was not well-liked. No one liked him, not even his mother, who once said, “You’re the most rotten cuss I ever had the misfortune to give birth to.”

Snorgel didn’t care. “They’s all fun wreakers. Who needs’em anyways,” he would always say when someone would scold him.

On Winter Solstice, he went to the stream’s edge and watched the sunrise while thinking about the yummy fish in the stream once Spring returned.

“I likes fish, especially the crunchy bits,” he would remark when he tired of the sunrise.

When he became bored, Snorgel got up, kicked some snow into the water for good measure, and then walked back to his cave, where his mother would usually hit him in the head for going out in the cold and dark.

“Why must you always go out on this dark and freezing day?” questioned the mother.

“I likes to know the days will be longer and warmer, so my friends come out, and I can plays with them,” her child replied.

“Torment, you mean? You ornery’ cuss,” said his mother.

“All the same to me, sides if I didn’t do it, someone else would,” said the creature, who crawled under the leaf pile to sleep a few more weeks until things got more interesting.