The Journey Has Begun
One night, George was in his bed, but he could not sleep. So he got up and started playing with the statue that he had in his room. It was the same statue that he had found in the park.
For some reason, George was falling in love with the idol. So he kissed it on its forehead.
At last, the little boy went to sleep. And this time, he was able to sleep.
What would you do if you were to wake up one morning and find yourself not in your own bed? Wouldn’t you be shocked?
When George woke up the next morning, to his astonishment, he was not in his bed. He was sleeping on the grass outside!
So he sat up and began to feel the grass with his hands. What brought him to this place? For a moment, he thought that his parents were responsible. But then he remembered how much they loved him. It was impossible for them to do such a thing!
Not knowing what to do, he got up and started walking, not knowing where he was going. He screamed for help, but he did not hear anything.
Suddenly, he heard something coming toward him. So he cried out, “Please help me!”
“Don’t worry!” replied the thing, as it was getting closer to George.
Then the little boy touched something that was made of wood. This object seemed to be moving on its own.
“Hello,” said the object to George. “Thank you very much!”
“For what?” asked George in a puzzled tone.
“For saving me from that park!” was the answer.
“So are you that statue that we took from the park?” asked George, more confused.
“That’s right,” the object told him.
“But when we took you from that park, you couldn’t move or talk,” remarked George.
“That’s because I was enchanted,” was the reply.
“Who enchanted you?” asked George, forgetting all about his troubles.
“An evil magician called the Prince of Darkness,” said the statue in a sad tone.
“And who broke the enchantment?” asked the little boy. Now he was sitting on the grass.
“You did!” declared the statue happily.
“How?” Now George was both confused and worried.
The Statue sat beside him and told him the following story:
“Well I lived in Statueland with my friends the statues. There was an evil magician in our country called the Prince of Darkness. He hated statues that could talk and move. So he declared a war upon us.
Then he changed me into a wooden statue, because in reality, I’m made from dust. But he transformed me into a wooden statue. Then he stole all of my magical abilities. Next, he stole my abilities to move and speak. After that, he threw me into your world in that park. I think he did the same thing with the other statue that you found. After that, you found me. The only way to break my enchantment was through a kiss. Last night, you kissed me. That’s how I was freed from the spell that he had put on me. So then I transported myself back to my world, which is here!”
“And you brought me with you?” asked George eagerly.
“No I didn’t,” answered the statue. “But I don’t know how you got here.”
“Perhaps it was one of the spells that the magician had put on you that brought me to this world,” remarked the little boy.
“Without a doubt,” the object told him.
“How long did you stay in that park for?” asked George.
“I stayed there for ten years until you found me,” was the statue’s answer. “I was helpless.”
Then they had another conversation. Here it is:
George: “So anyway. What is your name?”
The statue: “You’ve been very kind to me for rescuing me from the evil magician’s power. So you may call me whatever you like.”
George: “Can I call you the ‘Friendly Statue?’”
The statue: “That sounds good. It also fits me.”
The Friendly Statue: “Can we start moving now?”
George: “Yes, but you will have to hold my arm.”
The Friendly Statue: “And why is that?”
George: “Because I’m blind.”
The Friendly Statue: “I feel sorry for you. Let’s start moving then.”
So the two friends got up. George held the Friendly Statue’s arm and they walked together. But they were not sure where to go.
“I think that one of our great magicians can make you see,” remarked the Friendly Statue after a little while.
“Really?” George was surprised. “But we’ve tried every doctor in Canada.”
“But we’re not in Canada now,” the Friendly Statue told him.
George was shocked. “So where are we, then?”
“Somewhere in the continent of Magica,” Was the answer.
George said to himself, “I know Africa, Antarctica, Asia, Europe, North America, Oceania and South America, but I’ve never heard of this continent.”
Then he turned to the Friendly Statue and asked, “So are there more than seven continents?”
“There’s only one continent,” replied his friend.
“No, there’s more than just one continent,” said
George. “I lived in North America. And now you’re telling me that we’re in the continent of Magica.”
The statue thought for a moment. Then he exclaimed, “This tells me that this continent is not in the same world where you lived, because I’ve never heard of seven continents before.”
“So are we in another world, then?” was George’s question.
“Yes, my friend,” the Friendly Statue told him.
George was very happy to be in another world. He had been always taught that there was only one world, and yet he is in another world now.
“So where are we going?” George asked after a long silence.
“We’re going to find a magician who can restore me to my proper form,” was the statue’s answer. “You see, I was made of dust, but the evil magician transformed me into a wooden object.”
“What were you before the transformation took place?” George questioned his friend seriously.
“I was still a statue,” replied the good friend. “But I was made of dust not wood.”
“Do you think that the same magician who will restore you to your proper form will be able to make me see?” George was curious to know.
“Well it depends on what kind of magician he is,” was the reply. “Each magician has different powers, you know."
“And do you think that he’ll be able to send me back to my world, too?” asked George.
“The answer is the same as the previous one,” the Friendly Statue told him.
So they were determined to find a magician who will be able to help them. George’s requests were to be able to see and to return back to his own world. The most important of these was to return to his own family. The wishes of the statue were to be restored to his wooden form, and to regain all of his magical abilities that were stolen by the wicked magician.
Now the statue lived in this magical continent. So because George was a stranger to this region, his friend promised to help him until he was safe at home.
In George’s world, statues are considered nothing, because they can’t move, nor talk, nor hear, nor feel or think. In this world, however, they can talk, hear, move, feel and think. But they cannot breathe, eat, nor sleep. For this reason, they never grow old, nor get tired and sick.
“How big is this world?” George asked his friend.
“Really big,” replied the Friendly Statue. “But each country is different. Some countries have quadrillions of people, while others have few thousands.”
“Wow!” George was amazed. “The size of our world is about five hundred and ten million square kilometers. The population is over seven billion. But some of the countries in your world are much bigger than my entire world!”
As the two companions were walking, they heard something that stopped them. It was the voice of a girl crying. So they started walking toward the voice.
Of course George could not see that person. But the Friendly Statue was able to see. Then he said, “I see someone on the grass. But I can’t see the face of that person. But from her voice, I can tell that it’s a girl.”
When they had reached her, the Friendly Statue said in his friendly voice, “Could we help you, miss?”
At this, she looked up. She was George’s best friend, Natasha! She recognized George. So she got up and put her arms around him.
“How did you get in here?” Natasha asked George.
“It’s a long story,” he replied. “Sit down and I’ll tell you everything. And this is one of the statues that we found in that park. It is the one that I put in my room.” Then he told her the whole story; even the story of the Friendly Statue.
“What has become of the other statue?” asked George.
Neither of them answered.
Then George asked her to tell them her own story. So she began:
“Well I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. I opened your door gently to say hi if you were awake. But you were not in the room. Even the statue was not there. This worried me a lot. So I looked for you in other parts of the house. When I couldn’t find you, I went back to my room and cried until I slept. But when I woke up this morning, I found myself in this desert.”
“Did you kiss your statue last night?” the Friendly Statue asked her.
She looked alarmed.
“Yes I did,” was her answer.
“Then your statue was enchanted just like me. It is from my country. We know each other very well. But then the evil magician enchanted us and cast us in that park where you found us.”
“But where is my statue?” she asked.
No one answered.
Then the conversation stopped, because George and Natasha were resting. But because the Friendly Statue did not get tired, he started walking. But he did not go far from them.
When George and Natasha had rested enough, they decided to resume their journey. George held unto Natasha’s arm. The Friendly Statue walked on the other side of George.
When they had walked for about two hours, the little girl exclaimed, “I’m hungry! Is there any place where we can find something to eat?”
“I’m so proud to be a statue,” remarked the statue, “because I never get hungry. But I see a house not far from here.”
“Let’s get to it then!” suggested George.
“That’s what we’re doing, my friend,” was the statue’s comment.
But then, they saw a river between them and the house. They did not know how to cross it.
“What should we do?” asked Natasha anxiously.
“Let me think,” remarked the statue.”If only I had my magical powers!”
So they waited for him. There was no sound of anything where they were.
George and the little girl began to trust the Friendly Statue. They considered him their only hope. He was very wise indeed.
Then, the Friendly Statue saw pieces of wood scattered all over the place. So he said to his two friends, “Let’s stick them all together until we have a big piece that would cover the mouth of the river. Then we’ll be able to walk on the big piece of wood.”
“But wouldn’t the big piece of wood fall into the river?” asked George.
“Of course not,” replied the statue happily. “We’ll make it wider than the river.”
“But how are we going to stick the pieces together?” was Natasha’s question.
“That’s not a problem,” her friend the statue told her. “We’ll use mud to stick them.”
So all three of them began working. It did not take them long to finish the job, because each person did something. They also worked very fast.
The river was not very wide. So they did not need a lot of pieces of wood.
At last, the Friendly Statue covered the mouth of the river with the big piece of wood, saying, “We cannot go all together, in case the piece breaks. So we’ll let George to go first. But walk very fast so there wouldn’t be a lot of pressure on the piece.”
So George did as he was told. When he had landed safely on the other side of the river, Natasha followed him. The last person to go was the Friendly statue.
So they resumed their walk to the house that the Friendly Statue had found. The house was not very far from the river.