Ok people here is some more of my story.

Summer had gone, Fall had marked his briliant trail with scattered leaves and winter was just loosening his icy grasp when the rock once mopre again saw the man. But, this time he was not alone. He brought with him sevral stron rugged men who apeared just as at ease in the wild as he. With many jestures and laughter and shouting the men began to clear a roughly square aria within which they drove stakes of wood in more precise squares and rectangles, and one octagonal space roughly in the centre of the original square.
It seemed almost overnight that the smaller squares and rectangles became small cabins with steeply sloping rooves. This was all of great interest to the rock, who watched the proceedings from his vantage point under the willow.
But, what was the most interesting was what was happening with the octagonal shape in the center of the fledgling settlement. The men built it in much the same fashion as the huts, criss-crossing logs and fastening them at the ends. Only with this structure they used only the largest of the trees, and they didnt stop when they had reaced the hicht of a man, as they had when they built the huts, but they continued building untill the walls were twice as tall as the men. Then, when thy had reached twice the hight of the tallest of them, they began to dig a narrow but deep trench around the base of the sturdy structure. Then they drove tall straight logs into the ditch sharpening the upward pointing ends.

Well, thats all I have time to type atm, so stay tuned


- posted by Enoch @ 4:57 PM