ittle Lost Bear is inspired by this
tiny little fragmented fairytale of mine that has been kept mute in my head
for some time now.
“... Everyone of them, in the vast
lands that engulf the notoriously deep Bear Forest, know one thing
very, very well. You could say that this is one of the things that
they never forget as long n white years they may be blessed to
walk....one of those things, that they know better than any other,
like those kept well and very wise secrets passed to them from the
very first days within their cradle night stories...one of those
customs that they never fail to obey and repeat tirelessly,
mindlessly even if they don't know why or don't agree with.
Yes...There have been
disbelievers...but they came to believe.
Yes...There have been wrongdoers
too...but they came to regret.
And those that didn't, fled to lands
far far away, existent or not.
Cause you see, and read carefully this
next bit cause it might prove of great importance if you ever drift
towards the Bear Forest, ... this “thing” is a law! No forgive
me...it's *the* law. The law of the forest... which dictates that no
one, no human or forest creature alike is to walk within it's
grass-covered grounds after the old clock of the northern clock house
strikes twelve.
Little Lost Bear
Legend has it that once the clock
midnight signs, a gigantically and enormously big young bear loses
it's way home every night ! And every night it strays into the Bear
forest looking it's way back... and after wondering n wondering
aimlessly around for a hint that will show the way home, the young
bear takes rest into the woods in the usual spot, until the morning
comes.
Little Lost Bear
They say that the big red cord around
his enormous hairy neck,used to be his leash but now cut n torn is
the only thing that reminds the bear cub that once had a master, a
friend, a soul mate, a home it has no longer.
Little Lost Bear
In it's recurrent grief, little lost
bear cares not much for anything and anyone who passes by and there
have been some, only some, that tasted it's wrath when they dared to
evoke it by pulling it's leash, trying to help it, wake it up or any of the above combined.
Once the morning sun lights up the
valley of the Bear forest, the young bear is nowhere to be seen. Some
say it found the way back ...but every night it forgets it once
again. For sure the inhabitants of the forest use every minute until
the dark falls again to wind again with precision the Northern Clock,
scatter pines, honey n nuts on the ground and prepare the bed of
trees for the little lost bear...but above all they all make sure, to
shut their doors n windows and gather their small ones deep inside
their homes once the clock strikes twelve...”
♥*♥Eloise♥*♥
