12-09-2007, 10:18 PM
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There was a difference between having nothing to do and doing nothing. Having nothing to do didn’t exempt one from being doing anything. In fact, it was an excuse for being able to do whatever one wanted. Nothing to do meant freedom, doing nothing meant laziness. In example, Josiah frequently had nothing to do, but he could hardly remember a time when he’d done nothing.
On this day, when Josiah had nothing to do, he had gone on an exploration of the Moaning Wood, a rather eerie place that he found interesting. The place was a rather frail wood, with widely spaced branches that gave an eerie feeling of emptiness. As Josiah walked, he came across what looked to be the remnants of a fire. Upon further inspection, he found that it was the charred remains of a cabin and he stooped to investigate. Zor was with him as always, the little white rat curled up in the male’s mess of hair. His long fingers fell to the ashes, scooping them up in his hands and watching them fall back to earth again, thinking of how this had once been a home, resolved to nothing more than tiny black flakes.