Sap Results

Gonyaul coughed as he wormed out of the hole into the fresh afternoon air. His right hand slipped on the dirt and he had face planted right at the opening. It didn't hurt, because his face was already just a couple inches from the tunnel bottom; however, it got his cloth mask plastered with some mud and some of it slipped into his mouth. Getting up to all fours, he removed the mask quickly and released a machine gun firing of spitting.

He had timed his reemergence perfectly, the end of shift triangle clanged. Gonyaul got up to his feet, brushed himself off and headed for home.

He moved swiftly, even though he was tired from a long day's labor. He was eager to see what his four sap experiments would divulge. His imagination was fantasizing wonderous results all day. He skid to a halt as he turned the corner of his little shack.

In his garden, he inspected the sap coated plant. Nothing had changed...

He look at the sap he left out for insects to find. Nothing seemed to have touched it...

He held up the cup with the mixture of sap and water to get a better look. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary...

He checked the ground where he buried the sap. Nothing to take note of. He laughed at himself. What was he even thinking burying the sap? Were vines going to suddenly shoot out of the earth towards the clouds? And what would be at the top if you climbed it, a goose that laid golden eggs? It wasn't a well thought out idea now that he slowed down to think about it.

Gonyaul leaned up against his shack and slid down to the ground. When his rear hit the earth a sigh escaped his lips. The symbol was very interesting and his curiosity really hoped that something whimsical would continue after having come across it.

Well, it was time to change gears. All of the sap experiments were a bust. Some dried nuts and berries were calling to him from inside and his stomach picked up the call. On his way inside he decided he wasn't going to go through the hassle of washing up and changing clothes. Sometimes being covered in dried mud actually felt relaxing. It didn't matter much anyway, because he didn't have a bed, just slept on the floor's wooden planks.