Pangs and Pongs
Inspiration of the Pang and Pong comes to mind. When the Pangs came down to meet the Pongs from top of Mount St. Clementine. The shorter yet wiser Pangs came to bare a fruit to the Pongs that would dull their life. And the Pongs came prepared to give a gift that would level the Pangs with the grass at their feet.
They inhabited opposite sides of Mount Clementine for a long time.
The Pangs survived because they had developed bridges and hand operated elevators that allowed them to live across the great gorge in the middle of the docile Mount Clementine. No visitor or attack from the Pongs could come without the bridges and elevators working by the hand of the Pangs.
The Pongs built great walls and dug large trenches filled with sharpened spears to deter any rival approach. No Pang could traverse the dangerous Pong battlefield without being squished or obliterated by the sweeping force of a Pong war lord.
On the day of the Great Apple Harvest the two tribes had always met to exchange medicines and fruits. It was a sign of goodwill still held over from when the two clans were one. This was before the King of the Pongs took his mighty sons and left the queen of the Pangs with her 4 daughters abandoned with the other weak and sick in the great divide across the volcano. Though the King and Queen longed for and loved each other, their survival could not be melded together. Their tools seemed to be opposite and their primitive ignorance could not grasp the idea of combining strengths. Their lives seemed grossly ill-proportioned. So through his closest advisors the King banned them to the Mount's center. He promised a reunion once a year on the day of the Great Apple Harvest.
As they met at the base of the Mount Clementine's opening they spoke:
"Here is to our good friends the Pongs. We offer you this leaf of the Blimper. May you eat and cultivate the fruit which has made us the wise and nimble."
In which version of opposite was the truth laying. They hoped that the reaction was all within grasp. They watched with greased hands combed together and rubbing as the first Pong stepped forward.
"I shall not eat your fruit of barren existence. For we are Pongs and have no appetite for what is consumed by the weak. We have however brought you our specialty. We offer you the magic Bango leaf which will make you strong and capable as we the Pongs are."
The Pongs stepped back and dug their massive toes into the mud of Mt. Clementine. They watched eagerly to see which Pang would choose to nibble at their gift of good will.
They approached one another and sniffed at the air. The leader of the Pangs was called Molo and the leader of the Pongs was known only as Chief. Chief picked up the Blimper leaf and threw it into the opening of Mount Clementine. Appalled and shocked the Pang leader Molo took the Bango leaf and ripped it to shreds and threw it into the mount.
They kicked dirt and mud on each other and backed up slowly to their own tribes. They then turned quickly and walked back to their village. They would wait until next year when the Great Apple Harvest would come again.
