A Hillbilly in the Holler Hole

Here she is, as I promised you... Hillbilly Duhn.

To read the beginning of this strange tale go to: Hillbilly Duhn

Hillbilly Duhn was beginning to get tired of sitting in the holler watching squirrels jump from tree to tree. Once, a woodpecker flew by to land on a nearby tree to tap, tap, tap. And twice a rabbit hopped by to nibble on some clover, another time some dandelion leaves, only to hop away again, lost from view behind an old oak tree.

The Hillbilly plucked a piece of wheat grass that had been swaying in the wind to stick in her mouth and chew as she ponder the trees and critters around her; feeling the warmth from the humid day, she leaned back against the nearest tree.

Feeling a little languid from the lazy afternoon, sleep was knocking, knocking on the Hillbilly's lids, when suddenly the dandelion chewing rabbit ran so close, she could reach out and touch him.

Be it the sleepy haze the Hillbilly had fell into or something far more extraordinary, she was bewitched by the sight of the rabbit and thought she heard a whispered voice floating upon the wind, "I'm late."

Hillbilly Duhn took pause in this. Looked around quickly for evidence of another person, and then back at the rabbit once again to find it standing to the right of the old oak tree upon it's hind legs. The rabbit glanced over at the big eyed Hillbilly, smiled, winked and disappeared down a hole....

Hillbilly Duhn jumped up so quickly she stumbled on a tree root. After righting herself, thought, "Well, that's just ain't right." and quickly ran after the rabbit.

Without hesitation, followed the rabbit down the hole.

It seemed like days, weeks even, before she reached the bottom. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she slowly fell down the darkened hole. And finally when she reached the bottom, she fell into a stack of branches and twigs in the middle of a forest.

Looking around, it wasn't the same forest she left. There were trees, grass and all, but not the same. Everything seemed larger some how. Bigger. Hillbilly Duhn looked around and saw a passage up ahead. It looked well traveled, for the grass was beat down and the trees canopied above.

Standing, Hillbilly brushed off her backside and started toward the path...

She came upon a sign, that read, "You are here." With a tiny picture of a sable antelope.

Now, this much the Hillbilly knew, cause Hillbilly's know their critters, sable antelopes were a critter born to Africa. And out loud the Hillbilly said, "I sure as heck ain't in the holler anymore."

And continued on down the path, in search of the rabbit...

So, here I've landed in Africa, ME, Hillbilly Duhn, in a land so foreign to me. I decided to continue on down the path. I feel lost, a little out of place. When to my left I happened to notice a hall.

"A hall?" I said out loud to the trees.

I walked toward it, to see it lined with many doors, all locked, and no keys to be found. So I continued on.

When I stumbled across a tree that had been cut down into a table trunk, upon it lay a tiny golden key. Too small for any of the doors the Hillbilly had passed. Confused, and beginning to feel tired and more then just a little out of place. Hillbilly Duhn sat down on the dirt floor next to the tree trunk table, fingering the little golden key and sighed.

It seems my friends, that I've followed a character into a story and found myself in the land in which Random Hiccups resides. I'm wondering if she's around here somewhere, down in the holler hole. I'll keep on looking about this place, trying to find the door that fits this tiny key, until then, I'll rest with my head upon my knees...

**To follow the adventure of the Hillbilly in the Holler Hole, Tomorrow, Hillbilly Duhn will be guest blogging at ScoMan's - a name in your recollection Hope to see you there!

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