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The Fortified Hill

I didn’t know that it exists until I see an ant crawling out of a disc, I didn’t know that it exists until I see a beetle from the order of Coleoptera coming out of a hole, and a thousand of them join a procession and marched around a mound that leads towards the heavens. The early morning warmth races through the back door leaving a multitude of beetle crawling about the floor. There were hundreds of them moving in line heading towards the shores and the metamorphosis begins. Skins piling upon skin and the transformation from nymph to an adult begin and new bugs start moving in. I didn’t know that it exists until it started to fly at a significant altitude in the sky; I didn’t know that it exists until I saw hundreds of them gallivanting in different directions. They hunkered on the ground and flew around and around; they dilly and dally from corner to corner and mock the beetles on the ground and disappeared in thin air. I didn’t know that it exists until I stood behind the tree and listened carefully to the hammers and nails, the saws and drills, and the sound of the wood pecker boring a hole in the middle of the tree to hide its friends and family. The whooper swans with beaks shows up in hundreds and marched towards the fortified walls, I wondered what that was all about and then the tanga bean goose starts to shout, looking for a passage to move across the valley but the woodpecker would not allow them to move one inch further but the bar-headed goose came along singing a happy song and stood in the midst and greet them with a smile. The wood pecker open the gate and whooper swan, the bar-headed goose and the tanga bean goose and everyone could pass through. I didn’t know that it exists until the ground dove came out of the hole and the caterpillars start moving underground, the tunnels run in four directions and you could get to four different countries in a jiffy. There was no land mark for you to start, just a pigeon hole in the ground to lead you where destiny is bound, you across the river and you will find a track across the street when you walk through the pigeon hole. I didn’t know that it exists until they breached the fortified hill.

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