Turkey GIF on Gifer by Perinrad

Turkey Dance © — Part 2

Greg Prince
5 min readFeb 26, 2019


The meetup

Chapter 1: Under Bridges By Streams (Continued)

Guz called the stream, which babbled and rushed close to his home, Yord. In rare moments of stillness, he would spend seconds meditating on the sound of the water and the little splashes jumping in its current.

Mostly though he lived for taunting and pestering any being he came across. He used whatever tool available to disrupt and confuse the unaware in his neighborhood.

The stones on the shore, twigs, string, the occasional piece of plastic, these were a few teasing favorites. To see an insect or animal startled by his sudden, unexpected taunt gave Guz a satisfying thrill.

Grasshoppers, one of his top choices to annoy, would hardly suspect a rapid-fire pebble attack. Chewing away on a piece of grass, she would not notice the tiny, whirling vortex moving up behind her. (His spinning was so fast he moved without sound)

All Grasshopper would know is a dozen bitsy flashes of stone pelted her.

The startled and confused little hoppers always made a dash and quickly bound off leaving Guz chuckling while gasping for air in hysterics at the turmoil he just caused.

Never thinking his playful intrusions wrong or unjust, he just had fun. Natural toll behavior. A game to him.

The real electrifying moment came when a Giant came around. Playing a devious game with a huge two-legged animal frequenting his world was the best.

A gargantuan target was too good to resist and the joy he felt by disturbing it was overwhelming.

Guz crept in total stealth and with lightning speed while the giant remained quite still and paid no attention to the 3-inch high dust ball inching up onto his sneaker. Then with a deft troll floating slide up the leg and jump across the giant’s back, Guz rested on a shoulder.

Weighing only an ounce or two helped his troll presence stay nearly invisible. The giant didn’t feel the sneering, jubilant trouble maker standing very close to its head. From his present position, Guz’s options varied. He could play a ton of tricks on his towering prey.



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.