“The forest is dangerous, is it not?”
“Yes it is?”
“Yet we live in it every day? Why?” he asked as his father paused for a while before
“Is it not beautiful? And rich?”
“Of course it is, but it's dangerous? You could have died today?” he said to his father
who sighed ones again,
“It's our home son.” He told the boy, “And we accept it for what it is.” He added.
“You see, that way, we can prepare for whatever it brings.” He said while staring into his
eyes. “Sleep son, I'll see you tomorrow.”
“I'll see you tomorrow as well father.” The boy said as he laid back on the bed; his father
smiling and watching as he turned and faced the other side, closing his eyes after which he
turned his attention back to the fire. Gently he pushed- in a piece of firewood, carefully crossing
his hands over his knees as he contemplated.
THE WILDMAN AND THE TROLLS
a short story by Jared Sande