Authors Note: A children’s story for all times, well geological times anyway. Wrote this on a vacation to entertain Brooke. As you can guess, it predates laptops and the cloud and uses those old-fangled technologies of paper and pen. Old stuff, hope you enjoy my indulgence.
In the faraway land of Utah, where hoodoos do the things that hoodoos do do, young Brooke Hoodoo set out to find other things for hoodoos to do.
Brooke Hoodoo saw a mountain in the distance. She thought that she would climb to the top to look around.
As she began to climb, Spock, the sleeping volcano, woke up. “Who is walking on me?” asked the startled volcano.
Spock, who likes to sleep for long periods of time without being disturbed, said, “Get off me!” The grumpy volcano shook Brooke off and began to explode.
“Boom!” roared Spock, the angry volcano. Brooke Hoodoo, who was very frightened now, quickly ran away.
Brooke Hoodoo ran very far and to a very strange place. She was very happy to see other hoodoos.
“Hello?”
The other hoodoos said nothing.
“Do you want to play?”
Brooke Hoodoo persisted. “Hello.” “Hello.” “Hello.”
These hoodoos had to work. They had no time for play.
“Go to work now,” said Brooke Hoodoo, as she looked for other things to do.
Brooke Hoodoo was getting tired of looking for other things to do. She decided to go back to Utah where hoodoos do the things that hoodoos do do. Brooke Hoodoo was happy to be back with her family again.
She shouted, “Moma!” “Papa!” “Baby!”
They told hoodoo stories and played hoodoo games.
And after a long day, the tired hoodoos stopped doing the things that hoodoos do do. They all fell asleep under the stars and moon.