The Creatures that History Forgot
I ran down the pothole ridden street trying to escape the great light that bloomed behind
me, spreading across the land. A pair of human footwea r hung quaintly from a high wire as I
tried to make use of the diminishing shadows. The great moving metal machines stood silently
watching over the vacant street as I followed the scent that I knew would lead me to them, to
I breathed the air deeply allowing it to circulate through my open mouth as the scent filled
my nose and danced faintly across my tongue. It was stronger than ever. I was nearly there and
I will not stop until I am in the safety of the corn patch.
I rounded a corner but slowed when I saw a dark patch of tall plants just beyond a shaky
fence of twisted metal. I sped up then grasped the fence with eager hands then climbed to the
top where I leap into the thick bed of corn. My forepaws landed into the softened dirt as my
body fell through the mesh of leaves. I laid my head on my pa ws as I yawned widely pleased
that I made it before the light awaken the humans and forced me to wait impatiently in the
The great forest of corn swayed as the breeze pass through their tall stalks tugging gently
at their leaves. I exhaled as the loose dirt formed a hazy cloud that rose into the air. Small
particles drifted about in the streams of light as the great orb shifted closer to the top of the
I leaped onto my feet when I heard a door being thrust open, hitting the side of the hous e.
I crept forward then peered through the corn to see an old woman emerge from the house with
a watering can. A young boy around ten years old followed her out then sat on the porch with
his head glumly lowered as he watched the ants skitter about at his feet. The old woman who
he called Granny stooped down by the red flowers that reminded me of wild brushstrokes of
vivid color. She sprinkled wa ter on them then placed the watering can beside it.
“Those truly are my favorite.” she said then turned back toward the house. Terry looked up
as she neared with great dewy drops of moisture clinging to his eyelashes.
“Don’t worry everything is going to be alright.” his granny said patting him lightly on the
back as he nodded before she went back into the house.
“Terry,” I called boldly after I realized that the coast was clear. Terry looked up as his eyes
found me hiding among the corn plants.
“Kyzudo?” he asked as he stumbled over to me.
“Yes I Kyzudo.” I confirmed.
“But how did you escape?” he asked
“I clever. I more smart than cage. I free self.” I explained.
“That is great.” He smiled weakly.
“But you sad?” I pointed out.
“Grand Pappy just died.” He told me looking away.