Guest Author - Susan Hopf
It was a cold and blustery day with plunging temperatures and very changeable precipitation – a huge change from the balmy temperatures of the previous few days, The horses were uneasy – ghosts and demons in the forms of leaves and strands of hay played amongst the shadows – everyday debris takes on malevolent forms when spurred by wind and sleet.
The human female traveled up the hill and ducked into the rectangular cave opening in order to escape the foul presence of the frenetic dark energy. Without their human protector the equines became fair game. A torrent arose with tornado-like force causing the older equine companions (aka the New Grumpy Old Geezers; aka Luke and Princeton) to run from the fray. The whirling dervish of leaves and hay cornered the two – trapped with no escape. Pushing against the wooden fence boards the two great friends decided that with only seconds to live that it was best to push through and escape the monstrosity before it consumed their very souls.
They pushed and pushed and at last the boards gave way. Out of breath from the effort they none-the-less leaped over a giant bale of less than yummy hay that had been making its way closer and closer to their pasture all day. As they sailed over the dark and dank bale they discovered that it was from here that the dark energy was emanating. Hitting the ground running after successfully clearing the enormous bale of mysterious evil they ran for the church – yes, the church, seeking shelter from the growing funnel of soul sucking evil, they ran for sacred ground.
The human female dared glance through the glass panes of her cave. She sensed the evil that was growing – the other horses, still trapped, called and wistfully beseeched the New Grumpy Old Geezers to please release them from the confines of their pen – but alas to no avail the Geezers were not returning. The human female was smart. She grabbed the blessed rope, the one that hangs in the revered place next to the cave opening, and with explosive energy ran toward the Geezers. “Come back Luke, Luke where are you going – Luke there is no escape – only darkness – come back and I will protect you.” Luke was leary, Princeton even moreso. After all they were almost eaten alive by a tornado of leaves with the biggest teeth they have ever seen. “Luke, Luke – use the force – let it guide your way.” Luke knew of this force and he settled. The blessed rope was hung around his neck and this too brought him comfort. With the human female’s confidence the New Grumpy Old Geezers felt safe once again and returned to the barnyard. The evil had been banished, good tasty hay was where it should be and all was once again right with the world.
* Author’s note – Luke and Princeton are the “New” Grumpy Old Geezers. The first and true Grumpy Old Geezers were Amigo and Comanche – their story has yet to be told as it is EPIC.
