Mick McArt - Bigby the Giant of Wordishure

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Tales of Wordishure: Bigby the Giant of Wordishure

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Copyright 2012 Mick Art Productions

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I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.

Proverbs 8:17

Deep in the heart of Meadowvalley Glenn lived a giant named Bigby. He was known throughout all of Wordishure, not only for his notable size, but also for his playful spirit. Bigby was as tall as a house and strong as an elephant! He once lifted a tree fort up into a tree with his friends from church still in it!

Bigby also loved to attend Fellowship Church, even though he barely fit inside. Bigby helped the pastor all the time. He even volunteered to play the lead role in the church's upcoming children's play, "Daniel in the Lions Den." Bigby couldn't wait to find out who else was going to be in the play, so he asked the Pastor.

"The three church mice are in it with you," answered the Pastor, looking up at him. "They're supposed to be rehearsing, but I can't seem to find them anywhere."

"I'm having lunch at my friend Filmore's house. I'll search for them along the way and tell them to come right back," Bigby stated.

After departing Fellowship Church, Bigby and his friends, Turner and Filmore, headed towards Filmore's house on Walkdown Trail. That's when they decided to play a game. Bigby loved games, but Filmore, a very plump cat, was worried that he wouldn't be home in time for lunch. Bigby enjoyed eating lunch at Filmore's house. There was always plenty to go around, and Filmore's parents didn't mind Bigby's large appetite!

"Let's play 'Seek the Lost'," said Turner, as he ran down the trail in front of his two friends. Turner, a chameleon, was one of Bigby's smallest, but most beloved friends. The lizard had taken to wearing camouflage because he had never learned to control his color changes. "It's my favorite game!" Turner continued.

"Maybe a quick game," answered Bigby. "We have to help the pastor find the missing church mice."

"It will be real quick, Bigby. I promise." Turner answered.

"Seek the Lost" was Bigby's favorite game too. First, you covered your eyes. Then, as you counted to ten, your friends would find a place to hide. After you finished counting, you had to seek them out and call them home.

"We always play that, Turner," Filmore responded while tapping his paw on the ground and twitching his whiskers. "I'm much easier to find than you are."

Filmore was right. It was easier to spot a large black and white furred cat in the woods than a small lizard dressed up in camo.

As Turner scuttled farther along Walkdown Trail, he turned toward Filmore. "I just thought of the best hiding place," he said to the cat. Then he disappeared into the colorful brush that grew along the sides of the path.

"All right, let's play," said Filmore as he walked off the trail, "but give me a generous head start, Bigby."

Bigby smiled and crouched down by a nearby Oakypine tree. As he covered his eyes, he could hear Filmore crunching through the leaves as he looked for a place to hide.

"One....two...three..." Bigby counted. Bigby loved numbers. He hoped to learn more as he got older, so he'd always know his proper age.

"Four....Five...Six..." he continued.

"Seven....Eight..." He couldn't hear anything now; only the soft breeze as it blew through the small leaves of the Oakypine trees.

"Nine and ten!" Bigby finished counting and stood up.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he bumped his head on a high branch. It was from the Oakypine tree he was crouching under. "I once was blind, but now I see," Bigby traditionally called out as he began to "Seek the Lost." Usually Bigby was pretty quick at finding Filmore. If his bulbous shape and white fur did not give him away, then it was the sound of his purring whenever Bigby got close.

Bigby searched high in the trees and under a few giant boulders. Sometimes Turner would squeeze underneath them. Bigby used his big lungs to blow away piles of leaves that his friends may have hidden under. Then, as the leaves descended down through the air, Bigby heard giggling.

Turner always giggled whenever anyone came close enough to find him.

"There you are, Turner!" said Bigby as he looked inside a gathering of Cactickles. Cactickles were a common plant that grew in Wordishure. Instead of being thorny, they grew small feathers that tickled whoever touched them.

"I knew I should have tried someplace else," Turner giggled while scratching his feet where the feathers had tickled him. "But I never thought you'd look in here."

"Seek the lost wherever you can find them," Bigby said wisely, "those are the rules."

"I hope Filmore does better with his hiding place," said Turner as the giant lifted him up onto his shoulder.

"Help! Help!" came the sound of Filmore's voice from off in the woods.

"Uh oh," Turner said. "I think Filmore may have bitten off more than he can chew. I hope he isn't stuck between two trees again."

Bigby started into the woods towards the direction of Filmore's voice. "Help! Bigby! Turner!" he cried out again. Bigby ran through the trees making big booms with each thunderous footstep. Each time one of his feet landed on the ground, the forest shook and some leaves would gently fall from the trees. Bigby was so large that he could run across fields in only a short time. The young giant came to a halt at the bottom of a large, clover-covered hill. But this wasn't just any hill; it was Ontoppa Hill, the highest point in all of Wordishure. Bigby hoped Filmore had not climbed up, but he heard Filmore cry out again "Up here, Bigby!"

Bigby carried Turner up the hill as fast as he could. When he reached the top he saw Filmore dancing around waving his paws into the air. "Big bee, big bee!" he warned as his friends approached.

Filmore was right. The cat was surrounded by a swarm of really big bees! "His paws are covered with honey!" Turner noticed as they quickly approached their friend. When the bees saw the giant approach they stopped swarming around Filmore, who, in turn, ran to hide behind Bigby and Turner. "You could at least stop eating the honey while you're trying to run" commented Turner as Filmore peeked out from around his large friend.

"But it's so delicious," Filmore said panting, and then shrugged his shoulders. "I thought the hive was abandoned."

"You shouldn't bee a finders keeper," said Bigby jokingly to Filmore.

Bigby turned to the large bee flying in front of him and apologized, "We're sorry. Our friend didn't know anybody lived in the hive."

"My name is Bix," said the bee. "And we Humblebees make the sweetest honey in all of Wordishure." Bix then landed on Bigby's finger, pacing up and down it while he spoke. "Our hive wasn't abandoned, we were down the hill collecting honey. Every day we humbly go collecting from four-leaf clovers, so it is extra sweet. We're always willing to share, but your friend almost ate it all!"