A Day in Tenda
by

The Great Garlic
Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The days after the kind young boy named Ness gave us that book were splendid and filled with laughter because of our newfound amiability. Jokey Tenda finally got to tell us all his wonderful jokes; Dr. Tenda found the cure to the common cold and got to use it on Sneezy and Wheezy Tenda, which didn’t work for Sneezy is still sneezing and Wheezy is still wheezing; Hotel Tenda got some business that actually was a Tenda (his first customer was Ness); Vendor Tenda finally got to deal goods for others in his barter-like ways; Columbus Tenda journeyed to the two talking rocks and apparently found the planet’s belly-button; and I, Chief Tenda, made the first public address to the village in Tenda history.

Nothing could disrupt our peace and bliss, nothing except Sedition Tenda. He learned how to speak along with the rest of the tribe that fateful night that Ness gave us that book. As soon as his shyness broke he wouldn’t stop causing uproars. Although Ness knew not of it, the first morning we could make ourselves vocal he had proceeded to recount a false tale of the Tenda-eaters to the Tenda children. This tale he told portrayed huge monsters on the prowl for them, and that they could turn invisible and trap them. Once they were trapped in its ravenous teeth none of their yells could ever be heard so that they may be rescued, and that they slowly consume you so that your thought remains as long as it can so that you can suffer every last waking painful long moment until you meet your doom. After dealing with him on this, and fixing the youths’ minds, we gave him a warning for further actions like this.

Did this last? Of course it did, and life went on, until his fear of us was erased from his mind of the warning issued to him. He figured that his warning was null and void for his week and a half of good behavior. He decided it was safe to act stupidly again, and he did so.

This next prank is the most difficult for me to recall without pain seizing me, just like Sedition Tenda who is the thorn in my eye. His attack was again on the Tenda children. He had made a deal with the Manly Fishes in the area and made a guise out of leaves, mud, and reeds. Creating quite a din, they ran in to the village during the young’s play time. The Manly Fishes tossed spears, although very obtuse, against the wall and caused the beginning stages of the fright on the children. As the children began to run off, Sedition Tenda, in his mess of nature, cut them off and began to yell, “booga-booga-booga,” over and over again.

The Manly Fishes, having run out of blunt spears, exited and returned to the water from whence they came. Columbus Tenda, having just popped out of the hole from the Underworld, saw Sedition Tenda and tore off his disguise. He was retrained by the children and Columbus. When I caught wind of this I was irate. I went out to find the children, and Columbus, playing games on him. When he saw me, his head fell slack.

“You had your warning; you broke it; be gone for you are banished from this place,” I said as coldly as I could with a stern countenance.

A tear fell from his eye; he turned his focus from me and whimpered, “One more chance, Chief? Please, I had nothing to do. There has to be something I can do. I’ll do anything.” His head dropped again.

I couldn’t banish him. He deserved it, but I didn’t. My face calmed with my arms, and, after a long discourse within myself, I came to the conclusion that he could do a job, live in the village, and be punished all at once.

“I do have some thing for you now that I see it, and it shall work out to appease everyone,” said I with a slight grimace and sly tone in my voice.

A week later, Sedition Tenda had happily transformed into Jail Tenda. He got the job he begged for, and he got to remain with us; however, his circumstances assured us that he wouldn’t disrupt us again. As the jail-keeper he had to live in the jail. His production has been great ever since. He has let no person loose from their incarceration, such as multitudes of Manly Fishes. He actually has had some production in the arts as well: his poems.

This is most favorite one:

     I’m caught behind rails,
     In the place adore,
     Which is the Tenda jails,
     Quieting ones that all abhor.

     T’is my life and my joy
     To exist in this place
     Because now I annoy
     Those who evil embrace.

It’s not really the kindest poem, but he is happy; we’re happy, and we all live in unison and peace. He occasionally comes out for celebrations so that he can read us his newest poems of humor, satire, and life, but otherwise he stays in there doing his work. He now assists us be taking out the seditious and letting us have our most beloved peace.
 



 
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