Thursday, March 15, 2012
Desrick on Yandro
"Oh, there's other creatures, too. Scarce animals, like the Toiler."
"The Toiler?" he said.
"It's the hugest flying thing there is, I guess," said Miss Tully. "Its voice tolls like a bell, to tell other creatures their feed's near. And there's the Flat. It lies level with the ground, and not much higher. It can wrap you like a blanket." She lighted the pipe. "And the Bammat. Big, the Bammat is."
"The Behemoth, you mean," he suggested.
"No, the Behemoth's in the Bible. The Bammat's something hairy-like, with big ears and a long wiggly nose and twisty white teeth sticking out of its mouth—'
Oh!" And Mr. Yandro trumpeted his laughter. "You've got some story about the Mammoth. Why, they've been extinct—dead and forgotten—for thousands of years."
"Not for so long, I've heard tell," she said, puffing.
"Anyway," he went on arguing, "the Mammoth—the Bammat, as you call it—is of the elephant family. How would anything like that get up in the mountains?"
"Maybe folks hunted it there," said Miss Tully, "and maybe it stays there so folks will think it's dead and gone a thousand years. And there's the Behinder."
"And what," said Mr. Yandro, "might the Behinder look like?"
"Can't rightly say, Mr. Yandro. For it's always behind the man or woman it wants to grab. And there's the Skim—it kites through the air—and the Culverin, that can shoot pebbles with its mouth."
"And you believe all that?" sneered Mr. Yandro, the way he always sneered at everything, everywhere.
"Why else should I tell it?" she replied.