This is actually from another thread, and from two days ago.
Ah, alas, hath thine sun faltered, and the sky blackened, kin to soot? Hath the darkness become thine enemy, against time?
The dawn has faltered, 'tis gloaming still, today we're children to Muna's will.
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I have recurred, yes sirs, mesdames and honeywells, from my morning’s walk, and what a walk it was!
Long time have I trod the Tulgey Wide Wood’s winding path. As I took to it, the blue light of gloaming darkened by rainclouded welkin. I marched along into the flat, drowish, duskelfen woodscape.
The trees, their leaves, their branches, all matted into one grayish, continuous wall, a stony confusion which eye could not penetrate, nor scant light could give neither depth nor shape.
Lo! I heard a growl not far into the Tulgey Wood. It could have been the flatulence of a well-sated raŋkun, poggle or vloch, but behind the droughen thickets of pre-dawn, it could have been eilbær with cruel claws or the dreaded dringsnappininger of manxsome fang. But I marched on, clinging hold to my umbershoot as it protected me from rain and furry critter.
I wended onward, along the trusty path, ambling past thickets of rasselberry and groves of Ombù, that we know as Incleberry, whose purple fruits have not yet formed, but whose creamy blooms just now nod in the peaceable moist breezes. Beneath, scrambling thickets of Enemy Mine, which looks to the world like mint, it beckons as if it were, promising spice and suaviolence, only to snap and bitterly sting, like a Marizei fishwife. I dare not stray off the path, for fear of those toothy bites, by Walpertinger's beard, no!
To the path I stay, and it isn’t long before, near the Dos Caciques, I spooked… was it a walpertinger or rasselbock? It was a nimble dam-hassayampa, nay, twain dams-hassayampaim, lissomely bounding into the darkest green of the drunken smeuse. Just about their white scuts could I see scudding ‘neath the boughs of tree. And the day was indeed dawning, and I greeted it with hirquitallient yawning.
Is hit duondeght
the crier would say in the sleepy towns by the Marizei. But far, very far I am indeed from that Shore; into the Woods I go yet more.
And by the Stone Bridge built by ogres of yore, I heard a familiar sound once more. I looked and saw in aqueous convolution four Mungomoon making watery ablution. And spraying and hissing this way and that with a most stentorian tootling thereat. Contented all us wights thereby; they as wet as I was dry.
Since ere dawn it was decreed that Muna Gaira with all due speed send yet more rains and showers from her heavenly powers. The light was still soft and blue and of a misty dreamsome hue.
Yet onward I pushed through branch and rain to see what more my sight would gain.
I travelled ‘neath the lofty crowns of Moser-ache, Highwish and Queenybower, and Chatyo-trees heavy-laden in flower, whose roots will provide the very stuff, of wintry gruels and stews to sup. Yet nary a Cardwell sang in this haunt, not e’en a Cheerilup guffawed as I’d wont. Shushed by showers, hushed by rains, I espied not one bird, for all my pains.
Just below were the boughs of Incleberry treaves blooming with rain-dripping broad-rimmed leaves. Death’s Cradles oped their leafy trap, anointed with venomous sticky sap. And thorny limbs of Ballenrædt bushes, which prickle unsuspecting tushes. But there were eke dawnish treats, behold: Sweetest blackenberries tenfold! A welcome find for Breckoose-nibble, beneath the shower’s endless dribble. The air grew thick and sweet, as I like, wafting with petrichoral delight. Still my nape grew wet, my umbershoot for spite, Wishing I were more imperviously dight. So I turned myself round, and called dawn a day, and I wended upon my soft and wet way.
I went by way rücgeikemsght
, unto my waiting wagon, in showers bedrenched.
And that was my trip to the Tulgey Wide Wood. I went there and back, and knew that I would.
A Brief Bestiary and Herbal (in order of apparition):
Sorry if it got limping-scazontic/Seussical in the latter part; I guess I was imitating myself huffing and puffing along through the woods.