Chapter Eleven

Enlightenment and Levitation

She levitated. On clouds high above the Castle, she gazed down with a look of serenity. And smiled.

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It never was easy for anyone to attain enlightenment. And it wasn't easy for Mochi the Giant. It took her one year, two attempts and the will of God before she qualified for enlightenment.

And even so, she struggled and fought this holy decree though it was time.

Enlightenment is a state of mind that blessed its beholders with clarity of thought and openness of heart.

But her mortality, feeble and weak, resisted the looming unknown and resisted change. For embracing enlightenment, one had to make sacrifices. Her sacrifice was to leave the Place forever.

This was but of course, simply because the Place and the Castle was too small for one who had enlightenment - too narrow and too constricting. The Place could not comprehend the power of enlightenment and just as Mochi had initially resisted it, so did the Place.

As the Heavens would have it, Mochi nonetheless embraced her fate and welcomed her enlightenment. And through her acceptance, she found calmness and greatness.

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The Giants wish her well.

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Chapter Ten

Making a Mountain of a Molehill

It was a morning like any other for citizens of The Place. They went about their daily business, scuttling from one end of the Castle to the other.

Located in a secluded corner of the Castle, however, was an interesting sight to behold - a molehill.

The Placemats were stunned! They were shocked! It was an awfully bad omen! Folklore in the Place whispered terrible tales about the growth of molehills.

Technically, molehills weren't bad. It was what they haboured that sent cold shivers down one's spine: moles.

According to folklore, molehills (and moles for that matter) appeared as though they grow out of thin air. But what the naked eye doesn't see is the dark green aura of evil, greed and jealousy. The strong presence of such energy - particularly from a person of strong presence - will breed molehills. And moles, oh moles, they were horrifying! These small black cretins tunnel their way around; eavesdropping on secrets and casting animosity spells on innocent victims.

Placemats stood before this eyesore, eyes wide open and mouths agape. And to their utter disgust, the biggest, fattest, most vile-looking Mole sauntered out and glared at them.

The Placemats knew, in their hearts, that life in the Castle will never be the same again.

And with bated breaths, they awaited their sorry fates.

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