Autumn in the prairie


*play the song as an accompaniment to the text. Think of it as an updated illustration.

Autumn, in the prairie, and a green fox longs to enjoy the live meat of Mythology.

This is not gardening…” the green fox grins, “this is a hunt. I see too much junk and too little myth. We need new myths. NOT gravy on old sects!!”

Where does Myth originate? How do we begin the conversation?

The green fox grew grey, ghostly, with a thought:

“We become what we devour. We are our stories.”

But what is the story?

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