TheBanyanTree: Faery Tale

[Jeri Xiques]

I still raise my feet when crossing a rail track.  If I'm with staid,
uptight folks, I just do it mentally, feeling they might not understand.
But if I'm alone, my feet rise up off the floor.  Now I know why.

Thanks, Dave


On Mon, Dec 7, 2015 at 10:25 AM, David <dseaman77 at gmail.com> wrote:

> There’s a difference between your run of the mill highway demon and a
> railway demon. Both live under bridges, of course, but that is where the
> similarities end. Highway demons don’t awaken until after midnight while
> train demons run the gamete of varying schedules, if they keep one at all.
> It’s like the city mouse country mouse story. The highway demons are an
> uptight version of the railway demon, often living in groups under the same
> bridge.
>
> The railway bumpkins live alone or as couples, never in a slithering group
> of shadow regularly found crammed right under the road waiting for the
> sound of the traffic to cease before they crawl out into the early morning
> when traffic is much slower, ascending from their cramped hiding places to
> the foot of the bridge before beginning the few hours of mischief that can
> be attained before sunrise.
>
> In the nicer areas, or even not so nice, where one might find a railroad
> bridge, a more sophisticated version of the highway demon resides. Mischief
> is low on the priority scale. They are more social among the spread out
> population. Polite with each other sans the pack mentality that is common
> with the highway hood rat crowed.
>
> The top shelf demons are found over seas under train viaducts that have
> many centuries of age over the farther western bridges. An eloquent yet far
> more lethal, aged, and experienced type of demon, having access to ancient
> secrets not available to the brutes on America’s highways.
>
> This is why the childhood game of raising your feet while crossing a
> bridge came into being. So as to not be stolen by a wild pack of highway
> demons.
>
> Dave Seaman
>