Why the Grass Is Green

There was once a Kingdom of Giants, and the King Giant
prided himself on his supply of wine and beer. However, the Queen Giant did not
look at the wine or even the beer with longing. For drink, she put her green
gaze upon the sky oceans. The King Giant thought this was folly since the Sky
God drank up the sky oceans for herself. “The clouds never fill with water,”
The King Giant would say, “And thus the Sky God has no reason to empty them and
bless you with drink. Therefore, you would be wise to put your green gaze
elsewhere.”

And so the Queen Giant would look upon her fields of yellow
grass, imagining they were prettier. The King Giant scolded her again. “Accept
things as they are,” he’d say, “And if you can’t, then you should drink with
me!”

“You should not drink so much,” the Queen Giant had
warned him, “for your drinks are a poison that make you far too rowdy.”

Shaking his head, the King Giant would drink until he had
washed her wise words away from his mind.

Then one day the King Giant grew rowdy and fell upon his
face, smashing a village. When he woke up, he rubbed the dirt off his chest and
went home to get more drink. A few survivors of the village banded together and
invaded the King Giant’s home, but by the time they burst down the door the
King Giant was nowhere to found. They did, however, find the Queen Giant asleep
in her bed. Their anger fueled them. Using the nightstand, they rose like
boiling water. Once upon her bed, they surrounded her and raised their spears
up high.

Out in the yellow fields, the King Giant woke up and made
his way home. Stepping inside, he found the Queen Giant close to death. “I
shall have my revenge!” he swore, but the Queen Giant reached out and grabbed
his arm.

With her dying gasps she begged him, “Please do not kill,
but instead work to make my memory live on.”

“I shall,” The King Giant promised, holding her
hand until she passed on.

That night he promptly got drunk.

When he woke up, the King Giant found himself again out in
the field. This time, he cried. Suddenly, he agreed with his wife and whispered
to the yellow grass, “Why are you not pretty?” and an Imp rose from the ground.
Hands on his hips, the Imp looked at the King Giant and told him, “Do not ask
why the fields are not pretty, ask what you can do about it.”

Sighing, the King Giant went home. He saw his wife’s green
eyes and got an idea. With a heavy heart, he plucked them from her skull and
presented them to the Imp. Nodding, the Imp told the King Giant, “I shall color
the grass with her green eyes.” With the help of the wind, the yellow grass
turned green, and the King Giant felt as though his wife were alive again.

A few days later, the King Giant saw the grass was turning
yellow once more. He called upon the Imp, but the Imp told him the grass now
loved the drink his wife loved. The King Giant called upon the Sky God, but got
no answer. With tears in his eyes, he thought all was lost. The Imp offered,
“Why don’t you sacrifice the drink you love most?” Laughing, the King Giant
refused.

As the hours passed and the grass yellowed, the King Giant
fell asleep in the fields and his wife’s visage fell upon his eyelids. With her
dying gasps she begged him once more, “Please do not kill, but instead work to
make my memory live on,” and her words rattled in his ears.

Upon waking up, the King Giant made a sacred vow to stay
sober. As the sun drew high into the heavens, the King Giant offered up all his
beer and wine to the Sky God in exchange for her sky oceans. A cloud flew down
from the heavens, and the King Giant placed each and every bottle upon it. As
the cloud flew back into the heavens, the King Giant looked down at the
yellowed grass.

With all the wine and beer for herself, the Sky God did not
have any reason to drink up her sky oceans. Thus, the sky oceans filled up the
clouds so much so that they had to be emptied.

And when the sky oceans fell and the grass turned green, the King Giant smiled. Once more and forever, his wife was alive.


by Shawn Douglas Cunningham

From: Every Day Fiction


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