Welcome to another adventure from the Thousand Acre Woods deep within Trollheim of the NJ Pine Belt! Tales Chronicled by Jonathan Hulton. Today's tale we share of Bjorn's annual tales celebrating Emanuel bar-Joseph's life with Hulton and Pops.

"Why Crow's Hill?" I asked Bjorn.

"People who have an affinity toward Crows tend to be chaotic about their moral ambiguities," Bjorn said as he lowered himself. I looked down and saw him motioning for me to join him with our legs hanging over the hill.

""When I was in school, I was a good kid." I said.

"Yes."

"The teachers pawned over the trouble makers," I continued as Bjorn looked on sympathetically. "I was bullied by those kids, and my brother at home. My mother pawned over him."

"I assume you think Mani would ignore you too and reward the wicked..."

"Sort of—what would he have for me?"

"Companionship," Bjorn said, slapping his knee and smiling at me. "He would break bread, share a glass of mead—or milk, share his wonder, make you smile, converse, and dance."

"Huh?"

"Why preach to the choir."

I stared at him, a little confused.

"He sought more than the elders in the temple could offer him, and we traveled the world for fourteen years, learning from people," Bjorn smirked. "Then he taught for six years; the next seventy years we traveled with Arimathea in Cornwall till he passed and finally made our way to Japan."

"I thought he died."

"Jesus Christ, the anointed Savior, did."

"Hmmm..."

"He sort of retired," Bjorn said, smirking. "Imagine yourself as the Post Master General; when you retired, your life as your title would be over, and I ask you, would Christopher Jonathan Hulton's life be over?"

"No. So, what did he do during his retirement'?"

"For the next seventy years: he broke bread, shared a glass of mead—or milk, shared his wonder, made you smile, conversed, and danced with people just like you!

"We come here on his birthday to pay respect to those he only spent six years with.  From the wealth he gave us, we acknowledge that each of us are Christ teaching crows to become doves."

Pops was smiling as he finished lighting the candles. he was silently agreeing with Bjorn. Pops then gave each of us a roast beef sandwich from his sack, while I sipped on my mead with the Virgin shining down on us on this September night.

 

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