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Chip The 3rd
Guest
Original poster
FILE ONE: THE BURIAL MOUND
The sleepy town of Glastonbury, Somerset, was home to a great many things. One of those things was the ancient Viking burial mound. And on that burial mound, on the twenty-first of May, a troupe of Morris dancers were rehearsing for the upcoming festival. Badly, too.
"Johnson, you dropped your baton three times today already," sighed Jordan Barnett, the head of the troupe, "all right, lads, from the top..."
The music began again for the eighth time that practice.
"Oh, Bold Sir John was young and fair
And Bold Sir John was gay,
He said, 'I'll tread the morning dew
to take the air and listen to
the twittering of the birds all day,
the bumblebees at play..."
Beneath the ground, beneath the mound, something twitched.
"So Bold Sir John, he went his way,
observing nature's farce
'Dear Mother Earth, oh tell me, pray,
why elephants live so long, they say,
your flies live but a day, then they
drop dead upon the grass...'"
The twitching became a full-on convulsion, a tremor beneath the earth, and deep underground, something awoke...
"Now, Bold Sir John, he met a maid
as on her back she lay
'Please show respect and come not near,
for I've seen many a maiden here
get lost among the new mown hay,
so doff your hat, I pray!'"
Upon the final word of the third verse, the ground gave way, and the entire troupe fell straight into the burial mound! However, as they fell, something else, something other, began to arise...
The sleepy town of Glastonbury, Somerset, was home to a great many things. One of those things was the ancient Viking burial mound. And on that burial mound, on the twenty-first of May, a troupe of Morris dancers were rehearsing for the upcoming festival. Badly, too.
"Johnson, you dropped your baton three times today already," sighed Jordan Barnett, the head of the troupe, "all right, lads, from the top..."
The music began again for the eighth time that practice.
"Oh, Bold Sir John was young and fair
And Bold Sir John was gay,
He said, 'I'll tread the morning dew
to take the air and listen to
the twittering of the birds all day,
the bumblebees at play..."
Beneath the ground, beneath the mound, something twitched.
"So Bold Sir John, he went his way,
observing nature's farce
'Dear Mother Earth, oh tell me, pray,
why elephants live so long, they say,
your flies live but a day, then they
drop dead upon the grass...'"
The twitching became a full-on convulsion, a tremor beneath the earth, and deep underground, something awoke...
"Now, Bold Sir John, he met a maid
as on her back she lay
'Please show respect and come not near,
for I've seen many a maiden here
get lost among the new mown hay,
so doff your hat, I pray!'"
Upon the final word of the third verse, the ground gave way, and the entire troupe fell straight into the burial mound! However, as they fell, something else, something other, began to arise...