In olde Norse, a Scandanavian country north of Iceland, 3 young friends (Jorva, Harold and Einarr) spent their days carving axes, cutting trees, bending branches and whittling wood into nails. They all had one dream in mind. A dream to float on water and explore new lands. Together, they believed they could conquer the world!
Although Olde Norse was a small town, the people of this town had big ideas. They were raised to believe in great feats and fantastic voyages. They were inspired to travel and conquer other towns. To be a great man, each boy would have to perform a great task, a task that had never been seen or heard of before. In this way, they were a progressive people, always looking forward and always solving problems.
Jorva was the oldest friend and he believed he could climb higher than any man. He believed this, because he was the tallest and always looked up at the trees with respect. Each time he used his axe to conquer a tree, he said a prayer to the tree. "Tree, I want to be like thee."
Harold was the richest of the three friends. He was not fully Olde Norse, since he had some English in him. His father was the King's bodyguard in England and when they had traveled through Olde Norse, he had to protect the King from all of the adoring women by beating them with his stick. Harold's life goal was to sail further than anyone else in the world. He wanted to explore the word by boat and go to places which had never been spoken of before.
Einarr was the strongest of the three. Ever since he was a boy, he had never lost a fight, as it was said that he had the strength of three boys. He believed that he could use his strength and energy to move mountains.
When spring arrived, they all decided it was time to go. Together, they would witness each others great feat's of greatness, kick ass and come back to brag about it to their townsmen. So they kissed their mother's goodbye, smacked their girl's asses and loaded up the "Wet Rocker".
They journeyed for six days straight into the night, eating wet seaweed leaves and drinking sea beer for energy. Finally on the 6th night, they hit land. There were no dock spots opened on the pier, so they had to valet it for the added cost. It was no problem, since Harold had some cash. When they got into the new town, they realized quick that they were in a new Country. They asked around, but nobody would look or speak to them, since they were so much smaller. Jorva, who was the tallest, was approximately 10 times as tall as anyone else in this new Country. And nobody has blond hair like they had. These small Frank people were dark haired, bi-pedal and very quick to react. They were shifty and quick, very difficult to touch or grab for the tall strong Norse boys. They realized quickly that this would be a new challenge altogether. Why had they not heard of these people before? Was this the great task they had been dreaming of their entire lives?
As it turns out, the boys had spent 6 days sailing south through the Norwegion Sea. they had hit land in a small Frank Village called, "Le Petite Dejeuner". These tiny litle Frank people had not seen the light in over 700 years and therefore were not able to grow tall. Their favorite game was "hide and seek" or "bonjour-au revoir", where they would sneak attack each other with little drop kicks in the head. There was no money in Le Petite Dejeuner. They bartered with stories of glory.
The three boys found themselves in a land they had never imagined. They could not use their money. They were too tall to blend in and therefore were not able to use their great assets and strengths. And therefore, they did not have any stories to tell. How could they fulfill their greatest dreams in this world they could not understand?
They decided that the best place for them to seek the answers was deep in the wilderness of the dark Frank land. Off into the woods they traveled, Jorva tried to climb every tree along the way. He got so good at climbing the trees, he began to sleep in them at night since nobody else could bother him and nothing else could get to him. As they walked, at every passing hill, Einarr tried to move it with his strength. He became so good pushing through the little Frankish mounds, he began to push them together into larger hills of earth.
One night, as Jorva sat in his tree and Einarr sat on his hill not too far away, Harold stood looking out into the dark. "He said, boys, we've come a great way and seen many things. We have done work that nobody else in our land has seen. Jorva, you've grown so tall. Einarr, you've gained strength and moved many hills, but I have not sailed my great sail. I have not accomplished my goal of sailing around the world."
"But you took us to this new world," said Jorva looking down at the two others. "If it were not for you're boat, we could not have learned our many lessons."
Harold thought for a moment quietly, then responded. "Maybe that is why the world is round and no matter how far you go, you will never get anywhere. In a limited world, one must have limits on his dreams. A goal is a limit on one's own abilities since tt has not yet been attained, but it must be attainable."
And with that, for the first time in over 700 years, the sun rose over the land and a new day was born.
-snoopB
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