The Diary of Zartoon

ENTRY 18

ENTRY 18

29.03.63.05.45

Oh my God. Whoever they are, these humans or Zartoon they were up all night celebrating. I am not sure what? But whatever it was they were happy, they are quiet now, so I am going to go over and take a look.

Later: They weren't too far away. Just over a small hill. I am surprised that I didn't see the glow of a fire or anything like that. It only took a couple of minutes for me to reach the top of the hill, once there I found a nice big rock to hide behind. I was so close that, even if I had brought them, I didn't need binoculars or anything like that. What I could see was some sort of still, and I sure could smell the sweet perfume of a good old fashioned bourbon.

There were bodies laying all over the clearing. They weren't dead or anything like that. They were just in a nice deep sleep. I heard noises coming up over the hill as they were moaning, stirring and snoring in their sleep.

They were young. Maybe only 17 or 18 years old and they were a mixture of both Humans and Zartoon, male and female and they were all exceedingly drunk.

I tried my best to be quiet as I walked through the site. A few of them stirred as I passed where they were sleeping but soon fell back to sleep before they had the chance to see me. Outside of the clearing, I saw a dozen or so travelers and some things that looked like horses except they had blue coats of hair with violet mane and tail. To tell the truth, they were very impressive except for one thing, they had very big mouths, so I did my best to avoid them just in case they were vicious.

As if in unison they raised up on the rear legs and screamed at the sky. Naturally, this woke up everyone in the clearing. Even though they were suffering from hangovers (who would have guessed that Zartoon, just like Humans, could have a hangover) as I was walking amongst them, I was visible, so some staggered up to see who I was and what I was doing. That was fine with me. I was curious about them too!

Now, they were not at all aggressive. They were actually very passive, kind of like the hippies of the late 1960's. Confusing as once again here were Humans and the Zartoon living together in total harmony so different to what I had experienced when I was held captive by the city Humans with their enslaved Zartoon.

They gathered in a circle around me and when they realized I was not a threat, we sat down on the ground and started talking. It was an interesting chat. One of the Human youths had found an old copy of a movie magazine there was an article in it called "Woodstock." They decided that they liked the idea and created a society based on what they had read. They even found a way to duplicate the dress and the music of the time.

I spent the entire day with them. Telling them as much as I could remember of the lives of hippies back in those wild and crazy days. They asked a lot of questions some, of course I could not answer, as I did not really remember, only the fond memories of the period and drug induced flower power and the exhilaration of feeling free, for the first time free from rules and hypocrisy. I answering their questions as best I could and believe me... there were a lot of questions.

We ate, drank and partied all day. They were really good people, and it was nice to see the peace and love of the 1960's alive again. At the end of the day we all lay down together in a circle round the fire to keep warm, and I fell asleep wishing that I wouldn't have to leave, but knowing that I did.