February 6, 2016, Prescott- I have “a day off”, today- no commitments, until 7 PM, and except for getting a much-needed haircut, no real accomplishments. Nonetheless, time has been put to good use.
Let us return to the Winter Scavenger Hunt
18. garden shed, moon, antlers,
Damian was an iconoclast. His family was made up, almost entirely of PETA activists. Everyone was for animal rights, except him. Damian didn’t despise fauna. He just thought it was their lot in life to serve the needs of people.
In that vein, he was opposed to poaching, and to the excessive slaughter of any given species. It was, Damian would tell anyone who listened, a matter of balance. “Kill off a species, and it’s like pulling a linchpin out of a Janga tower.”, he once told a Chinese traditional healer, who’d come to Damian’s part of Alberta, to kill off and transport as many Grizzly bears as he could manage.
Damian had a thing about elk jerky. He killed his quota of buck elk and shared the meat with his kindred spirits, saving a fair portion of it, to cure for his own snacking, over the winter. There were several racks of antlers hanging throughout his property, always discomfiting his mother and siblings, on the infrequent occasions that they came by to visit.
The one that bothered them the most was the rack that hung above the entrance to Damian’s garden shed. He had a full, varied garden plot- growing everything from sunflowers to soybeans, and all free of both Genetic Modification and chemicals. Damian also believed in letting different parts of his field lie fallow, each year, so as to allow for soil recovery.
None of this prepared him for the night of the Full Moon, in late January. Around 11 PM, Damian was awakened from an early slumber, by the bright light of the orb that shone through his bedroom window. It was not the moon. That shone on the other side of the house. This orb was a vehicle of some kind. It landed, carefully, in a fallow section of field.
Damian watched in awe, as a door opened, a ramp lowered to the ground, and three figures walked slowly out, their hooves-yes, hooves, clanking on the metal surface. These elk walked upright, on two legs. Even more astonishing, they were blue.
A short time later, there was a sharp rapping on Damian’s door. The shaken, but still curious, man opened the door. The lead cervine figure spoke, though in a language not heard on this Earth. Yet, psychically, he made his wishes known to the Earth-bound human.
“We are from a planet under the sway of the star Sirius. We have observed how homo sapiens sapiens treats its fellows, and its planet-mates. We have adopted the form of the elk, so as to impart a message: ‘Let your animal friends be. They are part of a Universal schema. They must be allowed to live out their lives,in balance.’ Furthermore, you, Damian Elkins, must give us all of your antler collection, that we might create new creatures for our own planet. We can do this, through use of the Deoxyribonucleic Acid in these antlers. Elsewise, we must take you, yourself, to our planet, and create a species, that we will exploit and hunt, for sport.!”
Damian delivered up all of his antlers. The visitors left. Two days later, Damian joined PETA.