Post by Tane Matthewson on Jul 13, 2010 2:34:16 GMT -5
A few days into the second semester, Tane turned up at the post office.
The package he received was thin, straight, and about five and a half feet long. He unwrapped it right there in the post office to check for any damage.
It was a wooden staff. One end widened and flattened out into a paddle-like blade. The other end looked like an abstraction of a face, with an oversized, intricately-carved tongue forming a spearhead. A tuft of feathers behind the face completed the picture.
Tane looked the staff up and down, and made a few practice swings, narrowly missing the man at the counter. Then he nodded in satisfaction and set off back to his dorm suite.
The package he received was thin, straight, and about five and a half feet long. He unwrapped it right there in the post office to check for any damage.
It was a wooden staff. One end widened and flattened out into a paddle-like blade. The other end looked like an abstraction of a face, with an oversized, intricately-carved tongue forming a spearhead. A tuft of feathers behind the face completed the picture.
Tane looked the staff up and down, and made a few practice swings, narrowly missing the man at the counter. Then he nodded in satisfaction and set off back to his dorm suite.