In the land of Hujrow there were three kinds of people. Let me tell you about the folk. They were all about the same. They had arms, in equal distribution. They walked on two and worked with two. Each had one head on top, so basically they were built like human people, but that is the extent of their similarity to us. There were three kinds of people.
There were the water folk, who lived either by the oceans or by lakes and rivers. They were loose easy people, they played for most of their days enjoying the beauty of the water. The ocean folk had huge prodigious heads covered in yards of long hair. Their limbs were long as well. Their skin was scaly all over, and their eyes were small and reptilian. They had huge mouths with which they had long conversations with each other mainly talking about themselves.
There were the mountain folks, who were tough hardy people, they loved there skytop homes, and would spend the summers preparing for the winters. The mountain folk were built smaller, they were stocky of build with tiny little heads, and even tinier mouths, which they barely spoke words unless absolutely necessary. While their arms and legs were not very long, their fingers were extremely long, which aided greatly in the scaling of rocks and tall trees in search of food. Their bodies were seasonally covered with thick fur on their shoulders and back. The hair on their heads was worn short, as they might otherwise get caught while climbing and foraging.
Then there were the plain folks. They lived on the plains, and were just pretty ordinary. Long lanky creatures, they worked but not very hard, they liked to twiddle their thumbs and pick their noses and the like. Well, I guess that is an oversimplification, there were plains folk who planted, and plains folk who rode cows and whatnot. I suppose they both worked hard, but nose picking was still their number one pastime. The plain folks were as I said tall and lanky, their hands hung almost to their knees. Their hair drug on the ground behind them, as they never thought of cutting it. Their yellow skin was wrinkly, stretched, and hanging like an elephants does. They were altogether useless. They didn’t talk at all, and it is my belief that they possessed neither the ability or the desire.
The ocean dwellers ate fish from the seas, the mountain dwellers ate berries, and small animals from the trees, and the plains dwellers ate grass. They liked their food, because they knew no better, and that was that. The three folk were so different that they despised one another, and never ventured beyond their borders if they could help it. As the years passed the people became more separated as parents taught their children that the others were bad, and children believed their parents (as children always do, which is as it should be).
One day a strange creature came to the mountains. He wore his silver, blue hair short, and neat about his face, and had hair on his chin. His skin was a rosy pink color, and his back was bent with age. He nonetheless walked briskly with a purpose. He strode into the town and sat on a stump, and watched as the mountain folk went about their work. He said nothing, and yet attracted so much attention one might have thought he was tap dancing with a pink elephant. The befuddled mountain folk gathered around him and watched as he sat staring at them. They sat this way for some time, him staring at them, and them staring back for hours. The tallest of the mountain folk felt the need to speak. “What are you?” The strangers eyes glinted and he answered them nothing. “What are you doing here?” the same mountaineer asked. Again no answer. “Can we do something for you?” the mountaineer ventured another try. Silence still. The crowd, resolving that the man was mute dispersed. A short time later, food was brought for the man. It sat unheeded. The man still watched the people. The mountain folk went to sleep, when they woke the man was gone.
The man went next to the ocean folk. Similarly the folk were shocked by his appearance. As soon as he appeared they bombarded him with questions, their huge jaws flapping, “Why did you come see me?”. . . “Why do you look funnny?”. . . “Do you like me?” The man stayed shorter time among them for he could not even find a place to settle among the gawking, pecking crowd.
He traveled long to see the plain folk last of all. They were curious as well, and gathered around him. He sat, and they sat. He watched them, and they likewise watched him. He looked into the sky and they turned their gaze there as well. He stood, and they stood, he walked to a tree, and took from it a branch. He created a basket from the smaller branches and leaves, and so did the plain folk. He began to walk the fields and collect grain from the stalks in the fields, so did the plain folk. He taught them to plant, and harvest. He taught them to hunt, and build. He taught them to speak and to think. He taught them to grow and flourish. They became a great and powerful society, teaching their children as he had taught them, because they were wise enough to listen.