Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2023 13:23:25 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Into the Woods chapter 1 - celebrity

Into the Woods
Chapter 1: Prologue
Evan Andrews 2023


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As for my changing the name Cassim to Qasim, Mousecorp needs to get better
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"This... is the forest primaeval—"

The warm masculine voice intrudes on the sounds and sounds of the woodland
morning: leaves rustling, birds chirping, and little animals scurrying
through the undergrowth And the sunlight breaks through the leafy canopy in
places to dapple the scene.

"-- Or some bullshit like that.

The speaker, a mature man with long dark hair greying at the temples, dark
skinned and bearded, thickly muscular, and jaybird naked, sits up from his
bed, a natural bench made from a fallen tree whose trunk had been carpeted
with ferny moss ages ago. It's a toss-up as to what you notice first about
him: his smiling laughing eyes or his sizable erection. The one he's
stroking.

It's not even a proper forest," the man continues. "At best it's a woods,
but it's a woods that goes on, well... if not forever, then so far that
I've never found the end of it. And I've looked. Nor can I tell you where
the Woods-- it has no other name—actually lies, but I can assure you
that you won't find it on any map drawn by man. In fact, to my knowledge,
no man has ever found it, though it has found many, including your humble
and obedient servant."

He bows elaborately and goes on, "I bid you welcome. My name is Qasim:
sometimes thief, sometimes model citizen, but currently your most attentive
guide. This place has been my home for-- I suppose it must be years now,
and I hope you will, as I do, find it an agreeable place in which to be
lost."

"They told us in school that trees were alive, but I never appreciated the
truth of that as much as I do now. The trees rule here. Somehow they know
everything that goes on and share that knowledge across the entire arboreal
expanse. (Yes, I paid attention in school; you don't get words like that
off the street.) They don't move, though, not the way you're thinking. No
walking. They lack that kind of magic, but they still have an uncanny
ability to see that things they want done get done. I've on occasion
wondered if that's why the Woods brought men here to begin with— to do
what men do naturally. And occasionally unnaturally, but you'll see that
later. (He smirks.) To aid them, the trees have allies. Sprites, fairies of
light, that creep out of the undergrowth and the canopy on occasion to set
the woods glittering like the night sky. It's a beautiful sight, but
dangerous as well since the fairies have the ability to cloud men's minds
and bend them to their—or perhaps it's to the Woods'-- will. It's a
mystery. Here let me show you."

Qasim holds out his hand, the palm up, and whistles a snatch of a
tune. Around the clearing, tiny lights spark into being, and one floats
away from the foliage to land in his hand. The tiny prick of light slowly
resolves into semi-solidity, showing the outline of a tiny person inside
its glow.

"Tink, say hello."

The glowing figure bows and dissolves back into the light which slowly
rises to Qasim's right shoulder, there to hover.

"This morning, my friends, a new batch of beauties has woken to find
themselves lost in an unfamiliar place. In short order they will discover
that they're at the Woods' mercy-- a fate, I can attest, that has its own
curious and enjoyable benefits."

Qasim strokes his proud shaft again and lifts a knowing eyebrow.

"I wonder what the Woods has planned for these new boys-- and what
shenanigans they'll find themselves up to?"

"Shall we see?"