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One of the themes of Fraggle Rock is environmentalism, which includes recycling. So, with that in mind, I present...
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Murray was all eyes and ears as he peered into the cavernous Gorg castle. The light, which came from a low-burning fire, threw long, shaky shadows across the floor. The walls were straight and made of cut rock mortared together instead of living stone. The floor was flat and even. To a creature used to limestone caves, this felt creepy and unnatural.
The sounds here were different too. The quiet snap and sizzle from the fireplace, the distant sounds of the surface creatures outside, and, of course, the snoring of this dwelling's huge inhabitants. Murray paid close attention to that. If the sound remained the same, he and Cantus were safe. If it changed, they would run for cover.
He looked up. There was a bit of orange moving against the dull stone and faded cloth. Cantus was climbing up one of the walls to a shelf far overhead. Instead of his usual pack, he carried a wooden box strapped to his back. Murray knew it was not that heavy, as he had carried it himself part of the way, but climbing with it couldn't be fun.
Its weight came from the metal within the box. A colony of Doozers had created the device for him. When closed, it appeared to be an ordinary box, although the image on the lid marked it as a Fraggle artifact. But when you opened it up...
Well, they would see.
Cantus had reached the shelf and was moving a loose stone from its place. Murray couldn't see from his low angle, but he knew what Cantus was doing: placing the box behind the stone. That was a dangerous hiding spot, but one that could be navigated by clever, motivated Fraggles.
Now Cantus was climbing back down without the box. Murray sat down cross-legged and unrolled a map in front of himself. The image was vague, certainly not clear enough to serve as a guide. It was the directions that would lead a Fraggle to the box, provided whoever found it and was willing to take the risk. He wrote down the path to it in terms of steps and landmarks. When Cantus approached Murray had finished the last few lines and was fanning the wet ink with a dried leaf that had blown in from outside.
After a few minutes Murray rolled the map up again, and Cantus shrugged on his backpack. Cantus had not tried to read the map; his near vision was not very sharp. He carried his music and lore in his head; only on those rare occasions when he needed to set something down on paper for someone else did he call on Murray as a scribe.
The two Fraggles crept out the door, which was half open to let in the night breeze, and crossed the garden to the safety of the underground tunnels.
When rock surrounded them once more Murray spoke. "You really know how to pick 'em."
Cantus replied, "If it was easy, it would be meaningless."
"Right, right..."
*
The two Minstrels backtracked to a cobwebby cave near the local Fraggle colony. For many turns of the seasons the Minstrels had been exploring the caves, finding new colonies and playing their music for those who would listen. This colony was the latest one. Cantus had surprised the other Minstrels by avoiding it, choosing to travel far north instead of visiting them. During that trip he had asked a Doozer colony to make the music box for him. Then the Minstrels had come back south, and once again Cantus had kept away from the colony.
As Cantus set the map atop a stone formation in the center of the cave Murray said, "You really think they'll find it here?"
"They will if they are interested enough in the world to explore beyond the safety of their nest," Cantus replied.
"What'll you do if they take the box?"
"If they listen to it, then they may keep it."
"There's gotta be more to it than that."
"More and less. It only appears to be complex because it is so simple."
Murray leaned against the stone formation. "Remember when you made me promise to be honest with you? That goes both ways."
Cantus paused thoughtfully. Then he said, "This Fraggle colony is in contact with both Doozers and Gorgs. They have a trash heap as an oracle. They see the sun and moon, and get food from the surface. No other colony has all those blessings."
Gorgs were a blessing? Skip it. "So why are you tiptoeing around?"
In a low voice Cantus said, "In time, we will meet them. But first I want to find out what they are like. How brave they are. How curious. Whether music is at the center of their souls."
"All that with a music box."
"It is a test."
"What if the Gorgs find it instead?"
Cantus smiled. "Then they will find a gift of music from a Fraggle."
Murray chuckled. "Okay. Well, let's get back or the others'll come looking for us."
"Yes."
The two left. Murray hoped that the Fraggles of the colony passed the test. He only had a notion of why Cantus thought this colony was so special, and he couldn't guess what he planned to do if they found the box. All he could do now was watch and wait.
During his visits to the various colonies Cantus had studied their lore. Every colony had a bard, or storyteller, or keeper of sacred books, or come other person who served as the custodian of their lore and history. Cantus had found many common patterns and themes in Fraggle tales. For example, every Fraggle colony he had visited had a legend of a lost treasure. In Cantus's opinion that was foolish; the greatest gift that Fraggles had was that which they gave and accepted freely, and could never lose: their song. In song, Fraggles gave voice to their hearts, sharing of themselves in a way that words alone could not convey.
There were many colonies of many species living in the caves. Cantus and his minstrels could carry music from one to the next, but they alone could not unite the Rock. The inhabitants must step outside themselves, leave their safe little nests and see the larger world. They must join the larger song.
Cantus had hope for this colony. They lived with both Doozers and Gorgs, so they had some concept of different races. He believed that if they were brave enough to find the box and perceptive enough to recognize the value of the music within, he would have found at long last what he had been looking for.
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Fraggle Rock and all characters are copyright © The Jim Henson Company and are used without permission but with much respect and affection. The overall story is copyright © Kim McFarland (negaduck9@aol.com). Permission is given by the author to copy it for personal use only.
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The Minstrel's Path
Part 20
by Kim McFarland
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Murray was all eyes and ears as he peered into the cavernous Gorg castle. The light, which came from a low-burning fire, threw long, shaky shadows across the floor. The walls were straight and made of cut rock mortared together instead of living stone. The floor was flat and even. To a creature used to limestone caves, this felt creepy and unnatural.
The sounds here were different too. The quiet snap and sizzle from the fireplace, the distant sounds of the surface creatures outside, and, of course, the snoring of this dwelling's huge inhabitants. Murray paid close attention to that. If the sound remained the same, he and Cantus were safe. If it changed, they would run for cover.
He looked up. There was a bit of orange moving against the dull stone and faded cloth. Cantus was climbing up one of the walls to a shelf far overhead. Instead of his usual pack, he carried a wooden box strapped to his back. Murray knew it was not that heavy, as he had carried it himself part of the way, but climbing with it couldn't be fun.
Its weight came from the metal within the box. A colony of Doozers had created the device for him. When closed, it appeared to be an ordinary box, although the image on the lid marked it as a Fraggle artifact. But when you opened it up...
Well, they would see.
Cantus had reached the shelf and was moving a loose stone from its place. Murray couldn't see from his low angle, but he knew what Cantus was doing: placing the box behind the stone. That was a dangerous hiding spot, but one that could be navigated by clever, motivated Fraggles.
Now Cantus was climbing back down without the box. Murray sat down cross-legged and unrolled a map in front of himself. The image was vague, certainly not clear enough to serve as a guide. It was the directions that would lead a Fraggle to the box, provided whoever found it and was willing to take the risk. He wrote down the path to it in terms of steps and landmarks. When Cantus approached Murray had finished the last few lines and was fanning the wet ink with a dried leaf that had blown in from outside.
After a few minutes Murray rolled the map up again, and Cantus shrugged on his backpack. Cantus had not tried to read the map; his near vision was not very sharp. He carried his music and lore in his head; only on those rare occasions when he needed to set something down on paper for someone else did he call on Murray as a scribe.
The two Fraggles crept out the door, which was half open to let in the night breeze, and crossed the garden to the safety of the underground tunnels.
When rock surrounded them once more Murray spoke. "You really know how to pick 'em."
Cantus replied, "If it was easy, it would be meaningless."
"Right, right..."
*
The two Minstrels backtracked to a cobwebby cave near the local Fraggle colony. For many turns of the seasons the Minstrels had been exploring the caves, finding new colonies and playing their music for those who would listen. This colony was the latest one. Cantus had surprised the other Minstrels by avoiding it, choosing to travel far north instead of visiting them. During that trip he had asked a Doozer colony to make the music box for him. Then the Minstrels had come back south, and once again Cantus had kept away from the colony.
As Cantus set the map atop a stone formation in the center of the cave Murray said, "You really think they'll find it here?"
"They will if they are interested enough in the world to explore beyond the safety of their nest," Cantus replied.
"What'll you do if they take the box?"
"If they listen to it, then they may keep it."
"There's gotta be more to it than that."
"More and less. It only appears to be complex because it is so simple."
Murray leaned against the stone formation. "Remember when you made me promise to be honest with you? That goes both ways."
Cantus paused thoughtfully. Then he said, "This Fraggle colony is in contact with both Doozers and Gorgs. They have a trash heap as an oracle. They see the sun and moon, and get food from the surface. No other colony has all those blessings."
Gorgs were a blessing? Skip it. "So why are you tiptoeing around?"
In a low voice Cantus said, "In time, we will meet them. But first I want to find out what they are like. How brave they are. How curious. Whether music is at the center of their souls."
"All that with a music box."
"It is a test."
"What if the Gorgs find it instead?"
Cantus smiled. "Then they will find a gift of music from a Fraggle."
Murray chuckled. "Okay. Well, let's get back or the others'll come looking for us."
"Yes."
The two left. Murray hoped that the Fraggles of the colony passed the test. He only had a notion of why Cantus thought this colony was so special, and he couldn't guess what he planned to do if they found the box. All he could do now was watch and wait.
During his visits to the various colonies Cantus had studied their lore. Every colony had a bard, or storyteller, or keeper of sacred books, or come other person who served as the custodian of their lore and history. Cantus had found many common patterns and themes in Fraggle tales. For example, every Fraggle colony he had visited had a legend of a lost treasure. In Cantus's opinion that was foolish; the greatest gift that Fraggles had was that which they gave and accepted freely, and could never lose: their song. In song, Fraggles gave voice to their hearts, sharing of themselves in a way that words alone could not convey.
There were many colonies of many species living in the caves. Cantus and his minstrels could carry music from one to the next, but they alone could not unite the Rock. The inhabitants must step outside themselves, leave their safe little nests and see the larger world. They must join the larger song.
Cantus had hope for this colony. They lived with both Doozers and Gorgs, so they had some concept of different races. He believed that if they were brave enough to find the box and perceptive enough to recognize the value of the music within, he would have found at long last what he had been looking for.
*****
Fraggle Rock and all characters are copyright © The Jim Henson Company and are used without permission but with much respect and affection. The overall story is copyright © Kim McFarland (negaduck9@aol.com). Permission is given by the author to copy it for personal use only.