Aki's Forest 2of2 By Jackie.

Hello Guys! Here is the conclusion to the highly acclimated, Aki's Forest By our co-author Jackie!

Previously: All of the gods lined up in front of Everett, and then he heard a voice. He looked, and saw Aki, the fox, standing before him.

“Only you can change the future.” All of the gods circled Everett, making a bright glow. Then he opened his eyes and saw that the gods had disappeared.  He looked, and he saw that the woods were just like they had been when he was a boy. He looked in the creek, and he saw that he was a boy again. The gods had sent him back to the past to change the future. He looked at the woods, and saw his favorite tree that he and his brothers loved to climb. He stared at the tree, then he hugged it tight, shouting, “Thank you woods! You will always be in my heart! Thanks for everything you have provided!” Then, Aki, the fox god, came and hugged Everett tight. “I am so proud of you, son.”

Everett was so glad to be a child again.  Everett spent years running through the woods and having a glorious time being an innocent boy again. He wished those days would never come to an end. But after many years of the never changing forest, Everett started to think of the forever, green trees. He knew that they would never change, because when Aki’s spell that turned Everett into a boy also caused the trees to be immortal and forever green. But Everett knew nothing is forever green. Everything would die, like his innocence. This was the way nature is. He decided to talk to Aki.

“Aki, can I talk to you?” Everett told Aki all about what he thought.  Aki agreed with everything. “You are right. Nobody can be the same forever. Nobody will be who they are in a thousand years.” Aki sat down, and looked at the green woods and sighs. He snapped his fingers, and all of the trees turned red. The leaves fell down off the trees, making a red and orange carpet.

“Every October, the leaves shall turn red and will fall off of the trees. The red of the trees resembles the blood of the lives you have taken through times of change, and the leaves falling off resembles the past memories of innocence. During winter, the trees shall have nothing, except the snow that freezes it, resembling karma. And spring, the trees shall grow leaves, resembling your return to innocence.”

When you look out the window, you will see the seasons change, and you will remember the story of Everett, and how Aki brought seasons to the world. When you look out the window, you will remember the magic of the woods.  When you step in the woods, you look at the trees, and you look at the creation of Aki, and you remember the magic of the four seasons.

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey

The Miller, Boy, and the Completely Done Donkey by Hannah

Once upon a time there was a young fellow, a Miller who needed to sell his donkey, and some extremely nosey townspeople. The joyful trio were just passing through a small town, when suddenly, two unpleasant gossipmongers dramatically exclaimed, “Oh my! Why would you walk young fellow, when you can ride!” then without waiting for the boy’s response, they hefted him up onto the irked animal. Dismissing the incident flippantly, the trio-the Miller, boy, and donkey-moved along.

 Unfortunately, at that time a Trio of men just finished with a hunt, flabbergasted at the sight one hollered out, “Ya lazy boy! Git of that donkey, yer old man can barely walk there, right!” after a brief cheering from the rest of the passé, the Miller and the boy switched places, irritating the donkey further. Unsurprisingly, the Trio, after about ten minutes of undisturbed trekking, were interrupted once again by a young couple with a cow, as white as milk.

“Why! Old Miller! How could you be so cruel! Let the boy onto the donkey!” they requested. “If we only had a child, we would not be so selfish, or be in this mess...” So without hesitation, the perplexed Elder, beckoned the boy over, and boosted him onto the now raging donkey. They rode for the next forty-minutes, stepping onto a bridge without being bothered. Without doubt, the gossiping, ghastly, group of women from before, made another appearance. The weary group, having so many interruptions, gave the women plenty of time to catch up.  Having them meet halfway across the bridge “You folk again! Treating that poor soul so terribly!” they scoffed, pointing at the overloaded donkey. With an annoyed sigh, the Miller climbed off the animal and hefted the boy down as well. “You might as well carry the donkey! He deserves it!” the group added under their breath. So, taking their advice, the boy was off to find a pole and once he spotted it, the Miller crafted it into a float, to parade the donkey. The donkey, having enough, and outraged beyond words let out a futile howl ensuring his execution, and jumped to his doom. SPLASH! The group peered over the railing of the bridge to see the donkey definitely dead at the bottom. The Miller and the boy agreed that the donkey was trying to teach them a lesson, Everyone cannot be pleased.

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons

Yep, this is definetly a weird one... But weird is awesome! Right? *sweats nervously*

Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons by Hannah!

Once upon a last week, there was a Taco truck guy, his friend Phil who always tagged along, and their traveling pigeons. They had a humble taco truck which usually resided at 45 Court Street, near Buffalo NY. They were set apart from other Taco Truck business, extraordinarily, they used pigeons for deliveries. The pigeons didn’t mind this at all, and they always got a treat after every job. But, of course someone had to tell the animal activist about the clever trade, and they showed to give them a drab lecture one fateful morning. They had just gently flung a pigeon into the air to make a delivery to a gymnastics group, when they arrived with picket signs. “Animal abuse!” they hollered as they marched around the truck. So taking heed from the animal activists, The Owner stopped using birds, and used his trusty companion. Phil. Phil was a pushover so to speak. He did whatever The Taco truck guy wanted and when he was loaded up with burritos and cartons of rice to walk to the other side of town; Phil didn’t show his eternal pain.

Unsurprisingly, Phil was stopped by a child labor activist group, who told him, he shouldn’t stand for that type of work. He was shocked at fist with the encounter, but dismissed it because he was typically mistaken for a child on a regular basis. He was only 5’4 and had a taste for Sesame Street apparel. Once he got back to the store, he found that the group of activist had followed him back. They shouted and pumped their fist. “Children aren’t mules! NO FREE LABOR!” Predictably, the owner took it upon himself to saddle the orders back and forth, but whoop-de-do, he was stopped by a concerned citizen who would like to remain anonymous. Basically, the concerned citizen warned the owner that lifting heavy tortillas could cause permanent back problems. Suddenly alarmed for his health, the Taco Truck guy rushed back to his place of work, and to Phil.

 After a brief conversation between the two-Phil and Taco Truck Guy- they decided that they would have the pigeon once again carry the meals. Nevertheless all three of the activist groups, including the anonymous concerned citizen, showed up when they saw this happening. “Greedy, Lazy, heartless! How could you!” one of the group yelled, which attracted the passing crowd. “What’s going on!?” a young boy shouted from a bench. “They poisoned our water supply! Burned our crops, and delivered a plaque among our houses!” someone bellowed from the child labor side. “They did!?” the crowd incredulously inquired, the crowd. “NO! But they abused a pigeon!” a deafening cry of outrage shook the city as the crowd took this in. “I say we have a SACRIFICE!” and without waiting for this to settle among the now terrified trio, the crowd attacked! Someone tied them up, when another perfected a stake for burning. With one last hopeless glance from each other, the Taco truck guy and Phil wordlessly agreed on one thing before the match was lit, you can’t please everyone in New York.