'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

Here it is again, the final Friday of the month. Time to visit Hindertwig once more. To see the story so far, click the title or the label below.

Using page 87 of Holy Gita Ready Reference by Sw. Advayananda CCMT
 8: of life
12: the very doubt
16: the teacher

IN HINDERTWIG ONCE

Hill Bert approached Kern Tup with a degree of deference. The routh was now well underway but there was no call for rushing in like a yearling. He and Kern had shared some fun times in earlier rouths, both having settled for the same does over a number of years. For Hill Bert, it was Low Sooz, and for Kern Tup it was Meenlah. For the last two seasons, however, the older couple had not produced fawns. Meenlah was still of age, capable of life generating in her belly, so the fallow must be Kern’s.

Kern Tup eyed the younger male who came to him now. He a watched the rippling muscle and the well-proportioned antler crown, swaying gently as an invitation to engage. He had observed earlier when Hill Bert had challenged and chased off both Rooper and Pal Sun, something he had not expected to witness so soon. Then again, he had also seen how Low Sooz had inveigled her way into Vidge’s space. Could he face a full engagement with Hill Bert now? This was the very doubt his opponent was having in his turn, had Kern but known it. Nothing of this concern showed in Hill Bert’s demeanour, however.

As Vidge’s second these past several seasons, Kern Tup was seen as the teacher. The one to whom the young were given for guidance in Hinderness and history. If Hill Bert won this challenge he, in turn, would have to take up the mantle of teacher. While he had been attentive himself during learning times, there had been no particular evidence shown that he could take on this task.

‘Then again’, thought Kern, ‘just how ready was I?’ He whuffed the air as he saw the irony of the situation and decided at that moment to engage. He charged Hill Bert with full force.

Hill Bert was ready. The success over Rooper and Pal Sun had not only encouraged him but honed his skills at routh, and as the antlers of the two handsome males crashed, the sound echoed throughout Hindertwig, causing all the does to stop grazing, the younglings to prick their ears and the bucks to sniff the air expectantly.

For what seemed like eighty-seven days, the males twisted and turned, seeking each to turn the other upon his back. In truth, the time was barely eighty-seven minutes. Lengthy enough, compared to most challenges. It proved that Kern Tup was not yet done, but he was also no longer dominant. Then came the briefest moment where he sought to shift and re-lock. In that split second, Hill Bert withdrew completely, leaving Kern unbalanced and surprised. Like lightning, Hill Bert was back upon him and flicking wildly, had the senior on his back as if by some magic trick.

Hill Bert secured the position of second to the first that day.

(476 words)

© Yamini Ali MacLean 2018







9 comments:

  1. I love the picture at the end of the story. mags an gus

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  2. Ohhh YaYa you amaze me at how you can and do so expertly continue your story from one month to the next.
    I Agree with Maggie Mae and Angus...the picture at the end is very pretty with the necks forming a heart.
    Hugs Madi and mom

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    1. Hari OM
      Thank you - and I realised now with all the focus of the last five days on all the regulation nonsense, that I forgot to put in the linky! Will fix that now... Yxx

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  3. I would love to learn more on your teacher...In the next few days I should be posting anthor tale from Bogus.
    Coffee is on

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  4. You can leave the story so seamlessly! Thank you for sharing it. I also love that last picture. It is mystical and beautiful at the same time.

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  5. humans and animals have a lot in common... human males use their antlers too to solve problems...

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  6. the 87 minutes is a lot shorter than the 7 hours of my frogs. lol... Mark is right, about the males using antlers to solve their problems

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  7. This is lovely. We are preparing for a trip west and JB is driving me bonkers! Minutia.
    This was a nice break from reality. xx

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  8. love the story and the picture at the end!
    hugs
    Hazel & Mabel

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