rossallhauntings

[rossallhauntings]

Introduction - Frank

Frank always felt there was something different about him compared to the other groundhogs. Smaller, lighter colored, and with a quick mind for philosophy and mathematics Frank found himself the sole target for the bullying of the bigger, stronger groundhogs. In fact, so different he often wondered if he was actually a different species then his fellow whistle pigs.

In groundhog middle school, (which is different then human middle school in that Middle School was the name given to all schooling the typical groundhog niblet was given its entire life and took place underground in the midway point between all the groundhog families home holes. It consisted mostly of classes in efficiently confusing tunnel architecture, avoidance combat classes, and advanced standing dissociative meditations, and other necessary skills to adult rodent life.) Frank was bullied relentlessly for his many questions about a ground hog’s place in the world and the meaning of rodent life.

He often sat in meditation classes, failing miserably at projecting himself into the shape of nothing that no living thing could see, and instead daydreamed about the many human activities he spent most of his time observing. 

What is a boat and why does it float? What is float? How do the humans brightly colored jackets give life? Why do they often make marks on flat leaves with yellow sticks? 

These and many other questions haunted his every waking thought and he quickly became a straight C student in Middle School. Graduating late and leaving his groundhog mother nervously chewing holes in random buildings at night which led his father to have a severe acorn addiction which put a huge strain on the rodynamics of the family. 

By the time Frank was an adult groundhog living on his own on Savannah Hill, he has effectively distanced himself from the entire community and kept to himself in his little home he created beneath the floorboards of the old farmhouse turned classroom for human children to learn avoidance combat training or something like that - Frank was never sure, but it involved a lot of standing in circles and making odd noises at their fellow humans so it only made sense that that’s what they were doing. 

One day, as Frank went about his usual routine of collecting the stanky food humans hid around the hill when they didn’t want it anymore and avoiding the loud wolves they kept on fancy strings, he looked back up at the house on the hill as the sun was setting and noticed an odd light in the window of one of the rooms upstairs. 

Being the curious and more intellectual groundhog that Frank was, he assumed it must just be one of the humans playing with one of the fancy boxes they stared at for hours on end and tapped their fingers on every once and awhile. 

Not thinking much of it, Frank made his way home up the hill to his porch hole for the night. Before diving down into his little home, he sat and looked off the edge of the porch and contemplated his purpose in the world. 

Do you ever wonder if your purpose here is to be a storyteller, Frank? said a voice behind him.