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
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
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