A Story Without Adjectives
|I saw dollops of snow on the branches of evergreens as I climbed the mountain.|
My path had been travelled by a host of other hikers in the past.
Stones and bits of gravel dotted the way, with roots snaking their way
in an attempt
to make me trip.
I reached a cottage on the summit. This was my destination. The man who came out
to greet me had eyes that resembled the sky. His hair shone like
silver. I could not
see wrinkles on his face, yet he had the wisdom of one who had seen
many days and nights
in the past.
"Did you bring the leaves?" he asked, shaking my hand. Hope was etched
in his face.
"Yes," I replied. "I was in a hurry when I raked them, so you may find
twigs and acorns scattered among them.
"My hogs will enjoy the acorns," the man replied. "The leaves will
become mulch. They will
fertilize the vegetables in my garden."
"Do you have the payment I requested?" I asked.
"Yes. I cannot understand your reasons for wanting it, but you
probably didn't know why
I would want your leaves."
"Yes, that is true." I thanked him and headed down the mountainside
clutching a copy of the latest issue of The H2G2 Post.
[Actuially, "latest" might be an adjective, so maybe it has one adjective]