S. Wampman
Yes !!! I have one too !!!
October 2008
SwampDwarf
Haalloa
That is 'Hi' in Dwarfish !
My name is SwampDwarf.
I think and I am because 'the Swampman'
has chosen me as his !I know I have not been created at this place, but I cannot remember how and where I haved lived before. My life, as I know it, has started here.
On guard over the swampland on my sturdy stump I think about God and the world and 'the Swampman', because he is the one who keeps me having a life.
Sometimes it gets very, very, very lonely here in the woods by myself and I got sad often, but then 'the Swampman' brought me a friend.
I am so very happy !
Even if he is somewhat different or should I say perculiar. I have named him 'SwampSkull' since he doesn't speak with me. I believe he does not talk to anyone.
Nevertheless we are good friends. He winks at me sometimes.
I am sure of it!
Now we are a real little family :'the Swampman' + SwampSkull and me: SwampDwarf !
Once in while, at dark,'the Swampman' sits with me and we howl together with the wolves. Those are the happiest moments for me .He tells me some of his thoughts. From the humans, the good ones, the bad ones, and those who think they belong to the good ones, but when asked for help, say no, and then think and think until they come up with a reason good enough to convince oneself to be in the right.
Oh, poor people, for they are poor in their soules, not knowing they are fooling themselves.
The sun warms me down to my empty inner, where it stays always cold. When a hard wind blows freezing rain in my face, I ask myself what sense does it all make, then it is good that I am hollow inside, since there is no colder than cold.
But why should I have it better than 'the Swampman'? Day after Day I watch him in his small house.
How he sleeps, prepares his meals, eats and how he watches TV and when he emerges on and off and works on something or the other, but he does not laugh much and I cannot find an explanation for his doings.
Then I get mad and right white of fear.
My friend, SwampSkull, does not have problems with such useless thoughts. He is never sad, but also never happy, he is what he is.In his younger days I am sure of it, he was much prettier, full of life, even with a soul, but now he just waits until his atomes dissolve into the earth.
Today it is very windy. The trees are swaying back and forth. Luckily the leaves have already all fallen to the ground, otherwise I would have to be afraid of being smashed by a broken branch. Oh,my God ! I hear a loud cracking behind me, did nothe the less something snap and this is
the END
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