This is Stora – the story-loving girl.
Stora never sleeps without listening to 2 stories every night.
“Stora, it’s bedtime”
“No ma. Not yet. It’s storytime”
And mom would tell the stories of
babies with long tails and a monkies with no tails.
“Okay, story finished. Now close your eyes and sleep. Bedtime.”
“No ma. Not yet. One more story please.”
And mom would tell the story of a fish who hated swimming and a bird who wished he didn’t have feathers.
The stories would put Stora to sleep. And she would dream of tail-less
monkeys and tailed babies; flying fish and birds with fins.
And she would smile in her sleep.
Sometimes even giggle.
One day, Stora had gone too far playing hide and seek with friends. She never realized she had gone too far into the jungle.
It was as dark as her bathroom at night with lights off.
She held her hands in front of her. It was so dark that she could not even see her hands!
She kept walking until she could see a faint light at a distance.
Stora ran towards the light.
There she saw something that made her eyes go wide.
A huge, ugly, big-toothed demon!
Stora held her breath and turned to run away but…
“Stop there! Caught you.”
The demon giggled.
“Come here, girl. Come near. Let me have a look at you” said the demon.
Stora trembled from head to toe.
“L-ll-l-let me go, please. I won’t tell anyone about you. Promise.”
“O come here, i said. Right away” ordered the demon.
He picked Stora up in her hands and brought her closer. Stora’s hair blew as if in a storm when he breathed out.
Ah, pretty girl. Vy you tremblin?’
Y-y-you are going to gobble me up, aint you?
Huh? Gobble you up? Hey what made you think so? Ah, is it because i am a demon? Hmm.. Don’t blame you. Demons do eat up humans. But you know what? I am a vegetarian. Yes.
Stora stared at him open-mouthed.
A monkey with no tail, an anti-swimming fish, a bird that doesn’t fly, and now a demon that doesn’t eat flesh!! What has happen to the
“But I have a problem. I can’t sleep. I have not slept for years, you know. The last time I slept was when I was …. In my mom’s lap.”
With that, the demon started crying, howling, wailing.
Stora could not see him howling. He got uglier and scarier while crying.
“So, you want me to help you sleep. Is that what you want?”
“Amm.. Not really. I am getting bored sitting alone all night. I want you to talk to me. That’s all.”
Stora thought for a minute.
I must help him. He just needs a friend. He’s not a bad demon
So, Stora like her mother, started telling stories to entertain him.
She told him the story of the elephant that entered the sugarcane field at midnight so that he could eat as much as he can and run away. He ate his heart’s fill and silently tip-toed out of the field. He had reached the corner of the field when, something rose up his stomach, to his throat, till his mouth and ….. Burrrrpp….
He spent the rest of his life working for the farmers.
The demon laughed and laughed. He had laughed for the first time in many years.
Then Stora told the story of a little boy who changed places with a kangaroo’s joey and spent the day jumping.
Then a whale who wished he could play hide-and-seek with small fish and never get caught. But……
The demon was fast asleep. Stora knew his friend won’t wake up for days now. He is sleeping after a looong time.
And look, the sun is up and she can easily see her way out of the jungle.
Stora kissed her friend goodbye and left for home happily.