Ninja Gnome ready to attack. He had to stand ninja silent for awhile before the "prey" would come to him.
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Friday, June 8, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Tales of a Ninja Gnome
Tales of a Ninja Gnome
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain had been pounding for hours causing
the flood waters to rise to the edge of the compound. The wind was picking up and blowing harder
and harder as the storm drove on. Ninja
Gnome knew he was in for the fight of his life but as the protector of this parcel
of land he also knew it was his duty to ensure its safety. Tonight, he knew, was not a night for normal
ninja tactics. It was not a night for
silent movements, hiding in shadows, or deadly throwing stars. No, tonight he would face the enemy head on,
out in the open, ninja vs he toughest beast he had yet to face. Ninja against the tornado.
The reports were coming in faster now. The tornado was moving in towards his region. Towards the family he loved so dearly. Ninja gnome decided it was time for him to come out of the shadows and begin. From out of the Gardanias he stepped. Only his hands and heart as weapons tonight. He inhaled a deep smell of the white fragrant blooms so that he would always keep in mind what he was truly fighting for. And so it began. From 1 street over the tornado could be seen in the sky, coming down to touch the ground mere yards from him. He threw his hands in the air and with a loud bellowing voice declared “You shall not pass” (ok, I know that was corny but it I had to you is it!). Driving his powerful thighs into the ground he launched himself into the heart of the beast. The beast pushed its wind towards Ninja Gnome, driving the rain into his face so he could not see. If he was a normal man he would have feared for his life. But, He is not a normal man. Throwing his hand out he grasped the tornado by the edge and to on loookers it seemed as if the beast was getting the better of him. For several moments no one could see where Ninja Gnome had been thrown. We all knew it was over for him and he had lost….. But then, a glimpse of his khaki uniform and soft battle cry could be heard, the tornado was faltering. It looked as though it was unsure of its next move. It was no longer heading in a straight path to the yard, it was, well, it was, turning. Not in a smooth way as tornados often do but in a jerk. As if some force had grabbed ahold of it and was forcing it to go against its will. It wanted to stay straight but it couldn’t. It jerked a little left, then back straight, then further left, a little further, a little further. At this point those watching swore they heard a painful cry come out of the tornado, as if it had finally felt pain unlike anything before. As the cry subsided all could see that the tornado had given up. If it had shoulders, they would be shrugging. If it had a tail, it would be between its legs. Like the Devil that went down to Georgia, The Beast knew that he had been beat.
The reports were coming in faster now. The tornado was moving in towards his region. Towards the family he loved so dearly. Ninja gnome decided it was time for him to come out of the shadows and begin. From out of the Gardanias he stepped. Only his hands and heart as weapons tonight. He inhaled a deep smell of the white fragrant blooms so that he would always keep in mind what he was truly fighting for. And so it began. From 1 street over the tornado could be seen in the sky, coming down to touch the ground mere yards from him. He threw his hands in the air and with a loud bellowing voice declared “You shall not pass” (ok, I know that was corny but it I had to you is it!). Driving his powerful thighs into the ground he launched himself into the heart of the beast. The beast pushed its wind towards Ninja Gnome, driving the rain into his face so he could not see. If he was a normal man he would have feared for his life. But, He is not a normal man. Throwing his hand out he grasped the tornado by the edge and to on loookers it seemed as if the beast was getting the better of him. For several moments no one could see where Ninja Gnome had been thrown. We all knew it was over for him and he had lost….. But then, a glimpse of his khaki uniform and soft battle cry could be heard, the tornado was faltering. It looked as though it was unsure of its next move. It was no longer heading in a straight path to the yard, it was, well, it was, turning. Not in a smooth way as tornados often do but in a jerk. As if some force had grabbed ahold of it and was forcing it to go against its will. It wanted to stay straight but it couldn’t. It jerked a little left, then back straight, then further left, a little further, a little further. At this point those watching swore they heard a painful cry come out of the tornado, as if it had finally felt pain unlike anything before. As the cry subsided all could see that the tornado had given up. If it had shoulders, they would be shrugging. If it had a tail, it would be between its legs. Like the Devil that went down to Georgia, The Beast knew that he had been beat.
We all gave a shout. Cheered the Ninja Gnome’s successful victory but quickly the happiness died down. Where was Ninja Gnome? No one saw him. He had not landed safely back at his garden. For long moments it seemed as if he had given his life to save us all. Provided us with the biggest sacrifice anyone could give. Tears started flowing slowly from each of us. I personally fell to me knees. 1 hand holding my up on the ground. To everyone else Ninja Gnome was their protector, he was the one they called on when they were scared. But to me…. He was my friend. After a long search we all knew the inevitable had happened. I had lost my protector, my friend.
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