Story teller

Once, not so long ago, there was a war. Almost every town was in ruins and most parents were dead or separated. The children were gathering in groups and living where they could. There was one place that one group lived: the river hills. It was vastly covered in trees and small clearings. The band was moving with horses when ahead in a clearing were two boys with horses. Quickly the two boys mounted and rode off quickly. But the leader, whose name was Jock, told his boys to follow. With a shout they rode of in pursuit.

“Man! those boys can ride well.”

“And fast,” said John. Soon only the fastest horses were in the race. Then the boys turned into the trees. As they rode a tree fell down in front of them.

As they stopped a voice said, “Put down your guns; you’re surrounded!! A group twice their size came out of the trees. The boy they recognized told them to stay put; he was going back.

As Peter, who was the boy they recognized, rode up to Jock’s group, he yelled, “You want to be taken captive easy or hard?” Jock immediately realized he had no choice, so he gave in. Peter yelled for guns to be taken and then they started out. As they rode through the trees, Jock saw a clearing and then they went into it.

“What in the world?” cried one girl. There were girls and boys washing and building.

Peter rode along the line and said, “Who is your leader?”

“I am,” Jock said quickly. 

Peter looked at him and said, “Good, you are just the boy I need for a right hand boy. You and I will go and plan right now. The rest of you can go where you please. Come along. What is your name?”

“My name is Jock.”

“Alright, come along then,” answered Peter.