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Tom Weston's original Tale from the Green Dragon Tavern and now an animated short. The story of Tom, Billy, George and Ron; and a quest to climb a mountain. But things don't always work out the way we planned. And along the way, the 4 friends will all have to decide for themseves where their real quest lays . . . monsters notwithstanding.
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There beMonsters!
A Tom Weston Story
“There be Monsters!”
How often had I heard that refrain? From when I was a child, until today, of all
days. We were preparing to leave the village; the four of us. It was a journey I
had wanted to make for as long as I could remember. But there were always the
doubters, the nay-sayers, the set-in-their-ways.
Don’t get me wrong! The village is beautiful, nestled as it is in a little picturesque
valley, with the cascading waterfall, and the majestic mountain as a backdrop;
beautiful and peaceful, but, for me, deadly dull.
It was the mountain that drew us. All my life I had lived in the valley and looked
up to its peaks, and wondered what the view from the top was like. I knew that
one day I would climb it, monsters notwithstanding.
I knew that Ron, Billy, and George felt the same way as I did. Or at least I
thought I knew. So we had a farewell drink with friends and family, and off we
set.
After a leisurely stroll through the foothills of the mountain, we made camp for
the night. We built a small fire to keep away the monsters, and sat around it, and
shared stories of ambition and home and lost loves.
“Fellas,” said Ron. “I can’t do this. I’m homesick. I want to go home.”
Well this was not much of a surprise to us really, for Ron was always the
sentimental one. We understood that we couldn’t talk him out of it, so in the
morning we broke camp and said our goodbyes, and waved as Ron took the path
back to the village.
Later that day, we arrived at a little Inn on the highway. Pretty as a
picture; and the Inn-keeper’s daughter was even prettier. With
such delights it was hard to tear ourselves away, and so we didn’t.
We got rooms for the night and ate a hearty dinner, and drank some fine ale, and
had happy conversations with the Inn-keeper, his daughter, and the locals, all of
them eccentric and entertaining. We told them of our plan to climb the mountain,
and see the view from the top. They went silent and shook their heads in unison.
“You should not go that way,” warned the Inn-keeper. “There be Monsters!”
Billy, George and I set out early next day, but I swear the sun was not yet at its
zenith before Billy called us to a halt.
“Guys,” said Billy. “If you go on, you go without me; but I am going back to the
Inn. For the Inn-keeper’s daughter is the most beautiful creature I have ever
beheld, and I have fallen in love.”
There was no arguing with him. That Billy was always the romantic one. George
and I wished him luck with his courting.
We pressed on, George and I, and eventually we arrived at a farm house. As it was
now getting late again, we took our chances that the Farmer would be hospitable
and furnish us with some bread to eat, and some straw to sleep on.
“I hope he doesn’t have a daughter for you to fall in love with,” I teased George.
The Farmer had no such daughter. He told us that he once had a son, but the son
had recently died after a tumble from a horse. The Farmer was most distraught; for
it was harvest time, and without his son’s help he feared that he would not be able
to manage.
The next morning the Farmer treated us to a great big breakfast of thick smoked
bacon and freshly laid eggs. That was when George told me.
“I’m not going on,” he said. “The Farmer has been good to us. I’m going to return
the compliment and help him with his harvest.”
George was always the considerate one.
It passed through my mind that if I was to continue now, it would be alone. But I
wanted to see the view from the top of the mountain, and I knew that if I didn’t
go now I probably never would. I had to press on. I said goodbye to George.
“Take care,” said the Farmer. “There be Monsters!”
So alone I went. The path became steeper. The tree line fell below me. But on I
went until the walk became a climb. On I went, up into the cloud shrouded
mountain.
Imagine my surprise when, emerging from the clouds, I saw a castle:
white-stoned and turreted, like the ones in the fairytales. I was approached by two
guards, who assured me that they were not arresting me but escorting me to the
King; for I was the first villager to climb the mountain, and the King desired to
hear of my journey.
So I was brought before the King. He was a mighty sovereign; Lord of all he
surveyed, which included the valley below and my little village. He was rich and
powerful, and had armies to command, and would never want for anything.
“Why have you come?” asked the King.
“I wanted to see the view from the top of the mountain,” I replied.
“Ha, that is ironic,” cried the King. “For all my power and riches, I have never
left my castle. I was born here and I will die here. How I have longed to go down
to the valley and see what the view is like from there.”
“Why have you not gone down?” I asked.
“There be Monsters!” he replied.
THERE BE MONSTERS! Copyright © 2009 by Tom Weston.
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