Now the Pumpkin Lives in the Amazon Forest!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


It is a follow up of my previous short story HALLOWEEN AT THE TROPICS when the sacred Druid Pumpkin reveals some unhallowed, ancient secrets...

Submitted: October 31, 2017

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Now the Pumpkin Lives in the Amazon Forest!

Ana Esther

(30/10/2017)

 

Oh, well, another Halloween night… shall I or shall I not? Alright, you’ve won, I’ll tell you the secret of my longevity which I most treasure, and also the story about the ancient lineage of my Druid Pumpkin relatives. Oh, yes, you must remember this… the Holy Pumpkin is still a Pumpkin!

Now the Pumpkin [myself] lives in the Amazon Forest! However, the origin of my more-than-two-thousand-year-old family of Druid Pumpkins goes back to the western shores of Britain, just before the advent of the Christian era. In that smallish Celtic village, there used to live a fearful Druid by the name of Ethur, Lord of the Holy Cave. Something extremely odd happened when this powerful priest performed a ritualistic killing of a goat as a sacrifice to some Druid deities he wanted to pamper. Up to this point you might remember my preternatural conception.

Nothing unusual would ever have occurred hadn’t Ethur chosen the precise goat he did choose… This goat turned out to be the very first goat that ever lived upon Earth –the missing-link of its species. It was thus endowed with eternal life (only as long as it wouldn’t be the victim of a religious human being, naturally). Consequently, this most precious goat met its tragic, unlucky end after thousands of years of a calm life.

Here lies the unworldly (up to this moment secret) essence of my longevity. Nonetheless, this ex-immortal goat had expelled some sacred Pumpkin seeds through its mouth during its last, agonizing moments. These Pumpkin seeds, on their turn, carried within them the same eternal vital spark of their goatish-cocoon. And how they did it constitutes itself another unhallowed secret.

Not only were the fruits of those specific Pumpkins allowed to live forever but they had also psychic powers such as telepathy, fortune-telling, ‘tele-synaptic’ brain modulations and son on and so forth as you might wish…

Now you know the reason I’m still alive after all those more than two thousand years and why I can make predictions about the future. Remember Arthur King, my former guardian before the Amazonian Pajé was granted my guardianship through the interference of some forest sprites precisely on a Halloween night like tonight? Well, I got to learn that he went back to New York along with the members of his decadent rock band, the Psychics of Happy Doomsday, and just forgot all about me.

What amazes me now is the fact that for some obscure reasons his rock band has rocketed to the top of hit parades all over the world and funnily enough his Number 1 hit is called Now the Pumpkin Lives in the Amazon Forest! Goodness me, this bloody refrain repeats and repeats over and over again endlessly… especially on this Halloween night. I cannot bear it any longer…

Oh, thank Goddess! The Fairy Queen is coming to fetch me up for some Halloween rituals among the other forest sprites… Oh, yes, I haven’t told you yet the story of my Druid Pumpkin relatives. So what? No! Don’t push me, I won’t tell you… Well, maybe on another Halloween night!

Now the Pumpkin lives

in the Amazon Forest!

Now the Pumpkin lives

in the Amazon Forest!

 

 


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