That Which Cannot Be Explained

Chapter 5: Letter of Distress

A STRONG MAN WALKED UP to a magnificent tree one cool morning. This strong man's name was Todderick if you are curious. Todderick admired this magnificent tree from the bottom to the top. "What a magnificent tree," thought Todderick. So, this strong man cut the magnificent tree down with his dull saw. This achievement took several days. When the magnificent tree had finally been cut down to even pieces, Todderick sold his accomplishment to a local wood store. The owner of the wood store was named Zoricus and he was a proud wood store owner. One other afternoon, an old man with a bushy white mustache walked with his cane slowly into the wood store. He had no name, or none was ever given him. This old coot bought himself a fair share of wood which was cut by Todderick and sold by Zoricus the wood store owner. The old man brought his bought wood which wasn't a lot back to his little hut in the middle of nowhere. The next morning, he forced his carpenter son to build a bird house for his birds. And what a beautiful bird house he did manage to carpenterize. The old man was gratified by his son's doing and said, "Good". The old coot decided it was time to put some bird feed in the house but discovered a catastrophe at foot. Not a single grain was to be found in his storage. So, the birds died. Be not deceived, nature warns of impending doom.

Kahl the Called took five persons of the Thirty Persons with him to prepare for their voyage. They required supplies such as food and traveling tools, things that experts would know about. So, they searched for these possessions in a small town. The remaining Thirty Persons remained in the meeting room before a mentioned. Kahl and his posse walked into a supply store full of supplies to buy supplies that they so desired to supply themselves with.

"Make sure we get the right supplies, will ya," said Kahl to one of his men as he flipped through a catalogue.

"Eh, boss. If one of us, not me of course, but one of us were to forget exactly what them right supplies were to be, what would you tell one of us, not me of course?" asked one of the Thirty Persons named Jimothy.

"Of course. We must be sure to have bags lots of bags."

"Lots of bags," said Jimothy to the store clerk.

"And definitely some rope."

"Rope. Definitely."

"Tents, blankets, knives, vectors."

"Vectors?" asked Jimothy, "Vectors."

"Haven't you ever been camping, kid? Didn't your father ever love you enough to force you to go camping?" questioned Kahl.

"My father died of a heart attack before he ever got the chance."

An awkward silence came upon the store. The clerk continued on slowly ringing up the items as he tried to avoid eye contact. Kahl ignored anything said before and finished his supply listing.

"Well pretty much all the supplies you would need for camping are the supplies that we are in need of. But you wouldn't know that cause your father is dead. Oh! And don't forget the cigars!"

After Kahl the Called finished giving his speech on "bringing hope to the Land" he paid the clerk and was just about to head out when he was stopped. The clerk motioned him to lean in closer. He had a very suspicious grin on his average looking face. The clerk made sure that no man in sight could spy or eavesdrop on the two.

"Your journey sounds quite perilous, indeed," whispered the clerk.

"Speak up, son" said Kahl as he slapped the clerk, "My hears not so very good looking."

"You will require a bit of life insurance." The clerk pulled out a shiny blue case. He opened it up dramatically slow to reveal something quite unique. "This...this is the rarest item in all the Land. None compare. No other acquires such a tool. This is indeed a revolver."