The Tale of Schubert Chokecherry and Bog Cranberry
Perhaps the families now would still yet be,The Tale of Schubert Chokecherry and Bog Cranberry is a Bramblite legend about two rival Bunbun Tenders whose petty feud leads to their mutual destruction.
Had Bog and Schubert just learned to agree!The final rhyming couplet of one particular telling of the Tale of Schubert Chokecherry and Bog Cranberry.
Summary
Determined to outdo each other for Berryfest, Schubert Chokecherry and Bog Cranberry sabotage one another’s crops blissfully unaware that their own brambles are being ruined in turn. Their obsession with one-upmanship blinds them to the greater catastrophe, as the Tangle itself is consumed by flames, possibly a poetic description of one of the Apocalypses. Though the Bramble Church restores the land, their matriarchies are lost forever, serving as a cautionary lesson in the dangers of placing personal pride and ambition over community and forgetting the core tenets of Brambleson.
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Sagas and Epics of Now and Before by Orcish Storyteller: This collection of folktales from various cultures contains a not-wholly-accurate version of the tale written by an unknown Orcish Storyteller for an Orcish audience.
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A Telling of the Legend
Two Tenders, both alike in dignity,
With verdant thumbs inclined to be the best,
Both proud to trace a fruitful history,
Of cultivating vines for Berryfest. Betwixt the rival buns a challenge rose,
To grow the finest yield they did compete,
Yet contest turned to conflict, friends to foes,
Ambition shrivelled hearts compelled to cheat. Chokecherry loosed his slugs upon Bog's briars,
While Cranberry poured salt on Schubert's land,
They ripped up greens and kindled forest fires,
But to their own crops neither turned their hand. No berry spared, no bush nor twisting tree
Unplucked as each sought to outdo his friend,
When sabotage consumes community,
The harvest's lost with nothing left to tend. Midst fight and blight the Tangle stood ablaze,
Chokecherry and Cranberry branches fried,
The Bramble Church regrew the thorny maze,
But not before the matriarchies died. Perhaps the families now would still yet be,
Had Bog and Schubert just learned to agree!