That Which Cannot Be Explained

Chapter 12: The Land Where the East Meets and Hugs the West

THE DARK GRAY CLOUDS THAT HOVERED over the Wood Bamboo would have scared the bravest of brave little girls in pre-preschool. It did in fact begin to rain. However, this rain was not so much a rain as it was and is a drizzle. And this drizzle did not reach the heads of the Thirty Persons like drops of rain drizzle prefer to do so, oh no. The droplets of rain drizzling down delightfully gathered themselves together on top of the archway made of bent over bamboo trees. So much water from sky gathered here that the bamboos and their leaves could bear it no longer.

As the Thirty Persons carried on following the Director down the path, places here and there of the archway would bend too much and bust open. Gushes of water from sky would gush down like the thirst-quenching power of the strongest waterfall. Down came a gush upon one insignificant person of the Thirty Persons bursting him far off the path. Immediately he felt lost and alone and come to find out he was in fact lost and alone. He shouted for help, but none did come. His cries for comfort and his hollers for help were useless; for those who stray off the path can never be heard nor seen and are become lost forever, until they are not. Not a moment later another gush fell violently at the feet of Kahl the Called. Michael quickly pulled the shirt collar of Kahl back saving his poor and richless life from danger.

"With speed as a froglike bull avoiding the stinging stings of a whipping whip, make haste and flee these fierce and terror causing gushes!" shouted the Director with a demanding voice.

"Could have just said run!" remarked Michael with some attitude.

The Thirty Persons frantically ran down the far from straight path under the archway desperately hoping to avoid any gushes filling bellies with fear. But avoiding such a thing was nearly impossible for those less fortunate. By now, three or four—no, now five—persons of the Thirty Persons had been gushed upon and burst off the path to their ends. Wairro Pai and Gióni still managed to carry their handicapped friend, Lemül through this difficult circumstance. What truly great friends they were, indeed!

"How much more must me manage miraculously, my man!?" asked a person of the Thirty Persons seconds before being gushed away.

"Strengthen thy legs!" commanded the Director. His eyes were fixed forward and never looking back did he look back. Just when all seemed lost and more and more of the crew was gushing away, the Thirty Persons were surprised to feel a dry heat. A great brightness was upon them causing them to squint their weak eyes. Foolish of them to do so for they missed out on a very fascinating incident. By that which cannot be explained they all found themselves to be found on a scratchy, sandy beach. This beach was slanted at just the right angle far from the shoreline to where one must pay close attention to which way he is leaning, lest he fall over and make a fool of himself continuously rolling down the beachy hill. Each step they would take would cause them to slide a little farther down closer to the water. Speaking of water, Michael of the Manor gazed his vision upon the waters and followed its path up to what caused a great deal of awe to befall him. When he got a hold of himself, he asked an important question for this moment in time.

"Bizarrity! What is this place?" asked Michael.

"The Land Where the East Meets and Hugs the West..." replied the Director stricken with wonder and woo.

As many will come to find out, the Land Where the East Meets and Hugs the West is not that exciting. If it will help you in your weak imagination, picture a corner of a table and the table was the known flat earth, naturally. At the point of the corner a waterfall would not fall but rise. Let's call it a water-rise. But be not deceived, being the few—or only, perhaps—to reach such a destination unlike any other, the Thirty Persons were ecstatic and overwhelmed with emotions. Such in their feels were they that it would be unbearable and even intolerable to retell.