THE MOSSMAN.

                        Since the moment of his birth the Mossman knew only laughter.

            “Look at the greenness of my coat and the softness of my fur. Sink your hands into my cool, moist carpet. Everywhere in these woods you’ll see me, want to touch me and feel my mossy embrace.”

                        As the moss expanded, the Mossman roared with delight. You could see him all over the woods – on rocks, on trees and hiding in shady pathways. Until…. One day  a man approached the Mossman’s special rock and detached what he thought was a twin-pronged stick lying below it, and touching the Mossman himself.

            “Just what I need in my shack. It’ll look good in my kitchen and I can hang mugs on it.”

                        What the man didn’t know, was that the stick was the Mossman’s Power Generator, with its prongs conducting power from the Secret Source that gives life to all things. With this stick removed, the Mossman began to lose energy, and his gigantic grin started to fade. The end of the Mossman, and therefore the moss that has covered much of planet Earth loomed ominously.

                        But, miracle of miracles, as the man left his shack the next day, the Mossman’s ecstatic laughter could be heard rolling around the woods. Once more the rivulets, dancing their way down to the Great Lake, shouted their defiance:

            “You’ll never catch us Mossman, no matter how much you laugh.” At which the Mossman laughed so much that he nearly detached himself from the Power Generator!

                        And on a branch, above the stream, sat a giggling squirrel munching on some nuts, and yelling taunts at the man, as he passed by:

            “You can take the stick, old man, but I’ll always steal it back. The Mossman will always hide my food for me, so long as I keep the Power Stick stuck his belly!”