História Tree People - Gorillas in the Trees

    The wind blows softly to the west making leaves twirl in delight. Light kisses the earth as it rises from the horizon. Darkness is overcome by light and the day begins. Birds chirp and sing, welcoming daylight. Bees are already at work; collecting pollen on their feet. The earth works in harmony with nature creating peace.

    The village people are starting to rise from there slumber. Finally a new day has begun. I swing from the branch I was on. I move through the trees swiflty. Landing on the roof of my shelter. My footing is exact and Bogey has met me at the door.

    He came to me when he was a baby and has learned so much since. He is fascinated with my hair. When I make breakfast he braids my hair. This he learned from watching me do my own hair. After breakfast I head out to meet the group.

    The group meets every morning at the same place. There are twenty men in my group. I the only female that was ever allowed. "Lets move out" I said and they follow me through the trees. We head to the mountain to find evidence for an attack.

    When we get there silence falls upon the group. The rules are if you can't keep quiet then you are out of the group. The mountain men keep a eye on our every move. If we stay quiet then we will be less noticed. We split up and cover ground. I move towards the north ridge where no one follows me.

      Most of my time is spent here searching for clues. It is more dangerous than that of the south and east plains. The ridge is higher and has more vulnerability than that of lower ground. I move with caution and care. The moutain men like to hide in these parts. There is no wonder why I am the only one to search here.

    There was a glint of light that flashed in the corner. Just above the highest peek was a satelite which watched everything and everyone. It must of noticed us searching the grounds. There was a sudden silence that fell over the land. The eeriness in the air made me run at full speed toward my group. As I ran a horn blew, this was the cry of battle.
   
    When I approach the top of the hill I seen the mask of the men marching down the moutain. They were planning to attack. I ran as fast as I could toward my group shouting to run for cover. They obeyed my orders and at that time arrows were flying from the mountains.
One whished past my head buring itself in the ground. I pulled out my bow and arrow and aimed at the men. Everyone that had their strings pulled I shot and they fell to the ground. I held them off long enough for the group to get to the trees. Then I ran myself. I wasn't strong enough to fight an army off by myself. We would need an army ourself.