POND MONSTER
In the days before time was counted as we do an old Hulapie Chief, Dances with Crossdressers, would smoke peyote and contemplate the moon and stars while sitting on his favorite flat rock beside a small pond. He found inner peace there in times of trouble.
One evening not long after the sun went down, he was worried about an incursion by a neighboring tribe, the Sambapies. Actually they were distantly related to the Hulapies, but bitter enemies nonetheless. Chief Dances With Crossdressers knew they were outnumbered and faced certain defeat
at the hands of the Sambapies. Soon a voice came to him..."Do not worry, Dances With Crossdressers. May I call you Dan? With my help you will be victorious in battle with your enemies."
But how can that be?" said Chief Dan. "We are outnumbered and their weapons are far superior to ours."
"Do not fear, good chief, they will never get a chance to use their weapons and they will be helpless before you. Trust me."
"Who are you? I have never heard your voice out here before." asked Chief Dan.
"I am who I am and that is enough for now. Actually I live in this pond and if I wanted to get technical, you have been trespassing for years. I'll let it go though, because I'm alone and I crave company. Your visits have been soothing to my soul."
Well, at least show yourself and reassure me that you're not just a figment of my fevered imagination."
Slowly a greenish reptilian head broke the surface of the pond. It had glowing red eyes, scales and fangs. Higher and higher it rose until the chief's neck hurt from looking up. "What the ...” he murmured.
"Thought the ol' peyote was gettin' to ya, huh?" Said the beast.
"If you're not real, that's really good stuff", retorted the old chief.
The next day, the battle went as planned and the Sambapies were routed. The Hulapies ruled the land until the White Man came along and, not believing in the monster, tossed the Hulapies onto a reservation.
What became of the monster? No one can say. However occasional sightings of an, old, fanged, red-eyed, monster in the area have persisted to this day. It is said that if you listen carefully after dark, you'll hear the soft whining and sniveling of a lonely and forgotten beast.
