The 1st and 2nd place winners of the first contest are: Christina Poore and Mark Depalma. The other contest winner is Scott Wright. Thanks for playing everyone! Enjoy the goods!
The totem pole stood there, struggling not to crumble under the weight of its disproportioned parts. The structure stood five heads tall. Against The Creator’s orders, one of the heads moved the other pieces around resulting in a gradual erosion of the once solid unit. The foundation piece was clueless as to being moved, so it was disheartening to hear their conversation.
“I’ve been trying to figure out our demise, and it’s puzzling. We are ending and I feel responsible. I do not understand,” the Foundation piece spoke.
“I moved us around. I didn’t want the smaller ones taking on all the bird feces and rain. You deal with it. You’re the bigger one,” said the Mover piece.
“What do you mean you moved us around? We cannot stand. The creator gave specific instructions on how to withstand the elements against us.”
“Our circumstances are different, and The Creator’s instructions do not make sense considering.”
“You’ve no faith in The Creator?”
“Yes, I do. But as I said, our circumstances call for me to decide what is best. There is too much precipitation here. And we are near the beach—mere blocks from city dumpsters. The seagull’s domain. They have no mercy on the little ones. The Creator would not expect the little ones to take on such a mess.”
“You are not aware of our demise, are you?”
The Mover became angry. “You sat and did nothing but stay safely on the ground. I have looked out for us. I have taken action!”
“You have caused damage,” the Foundation declared. “I have sat here, because, though I see life is difficult for the little ones, I trust The Creator’s design. A design that makes little sense to our limited comprehension, but it works for the other totems that trust. Does The Creator not know best?”
“The rain…the seagulls! We are different!” the Mover’s anger escalated.
“You are ignorant and are blinded by pride and arrogance. You trust your own limited understanding. Look here at me. I am polished. There is no blemish from dung upon me, yet you’ve moved me to the top.”
The Mover piece looked at the Foundation in astonishment. It was true. There was no sign of wear from the elements or birds.
“Now look at the little ones below. Look at the results of your plan; of your lack of faith.”
The Mover looked and saw the little ones had sunk into the ground. They were muddied and covered in dung that the rain had washed down the pole over the years. Their eyes were coated in the bird feces, so they were unable to see clearly. They stood crooked, unsure which way to face. The Mover noticed the entire structure was cracked due to the imbalance. It was clear at once that the totem would soon crumble due to the Mover’s decisions. The bottom little one could not hold the weight of them all but could no longer be moved. The weight had pushed it much too deep into the ground, with the others following.
The Creator’s design became clear, but the damage irreparable.