A Treemenduss Beast

In the town of Treemenduss where the treeple rest their heads,

The branchlings and the twiglets sleep in their woody beds,

Their homes are built up high in trees, rooted into place,

A kind and gentle folk are they, in tune with nature’s grace.

But deep in Frightening Forest, where no one dares to tread,

Lives a beast of great proportions filling every heart with dread.

The Trunkling is his name, and tales of him are vast,

For eating trees and branchlings makes up his best repast.

One awful night a wicked wind came whistling around,

Down Leafy Lane it bustled, with its windy howling sound.

It blew the Treeple’s houses hard and they began to sway,

And cheery Acorn Alley then became a twister’s prey.

In fear and trepidation, the Treeple they did flee,

Leaving their beloved homes still hanging in each tree.

The Branchlings and the Twiglets, well they began to cry,

What will we do? Where shall we live? How will we all get by?

But then from out the forest with a roar and a mighty stride,

Came The Trunkling storming forth, casting fears aside.

He grabbed at buildings, pulled up trees before they could be smote,

And placed them in the forest, where the wicked winds can’t gloat.

The Trunkling was a hero, from the afeared to town’s delight,

For saving Treemenduss and its treeple from their awful plight.

And if you pass by the Frightening Forest, don’t be filled with fear,

For The Trunkling is their saviour, and a mascot held most dear.

Inktober 2023

31 Days – 31 Drawings – 31 Tales