The Story of the Crugshnip and the Klorp

This folktale is one of the earliest in Guratavian history. Originally from northern Vorgouren, this was traditionally told to young children, usually to persuade them to always eat their beans and be well behaved. The story was passed down by word of mouth and received minor alterations through history. The version seen here is the one that Angrá X́ogikp heard as a child and eventually recounted in Guratavian Folktales published in June of 1904.

The story follows a young Crugshnip, a naïve elf life creature in Vorgouronian folklore, discovering a Klorp, an evil creature full of nicht. The story ends with the Crugshnip paying the ultimate price.

* Note: though this is an English translations, many Guratavian colloquialisms have been preserved to the best of their ability, which may prove difficult for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

The Crugshnip and the Klorp:

One day, a Crugshnip was going along his business, picking his beans diligently, when he heard a low rumble from near. Most of his kind would have run, but he was very curious. So the young Crugshnip abandoned his beans, plump and ripe for eating, to find the source. He stumbled along the hills until he finally stumbled upon the site. He could see blackened grass, putrid fruit hanging from dead trees, and in the very center a mass of writhing tentacles and fangs.

"K̷̨̡̡̨̧̧̡͍̠̯̜̣̭̭̹̱̳̰̼̦̠͓̪̼̣̳̖̞̺̳̻̝̭͕͖̖̝̯͖͙͍͈̻͉͖̜̣͇̙̙̽̑͌͊̏̎͐͌͂̓̂͋͋̇̓̀̑̿͐̈́̏̓́͂̔͒͑͐̓̉̀̐̐̾̅͒̓̆̈́͗̍͛̂͌̌͘̕̕̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅĹ̵̨̧̡̨̛̛̬͍̬̯̮̣̜͓͈̹͔̯̯̝̩͎͔̩̻̠͍͔͓̰̹̥̦͓̮̱̲͈̰̤̜̥̻͓̬̆̅̄̽͑̊͗̐̇̽̊͋̈́̂̽̔̈͒͗̎̎̈́̑̀͒͒̄̓̃̂̆̋̈́͆̈́̐̈̾́̒̐͒̓͒̀̀̇̉̈́͒́͂̓͘̕̚͜͝͝͠ͅO̷̧̢̧̧̧̨̨̼̰̣͇͙̫̰̣̗̱̥̳̥͉̱̼̼̜̭̯͚̗̺͓̘̫̮̻̬̱̝̘̤̣̝̭̟̯̼̲͖̹̦̮̟̳͇̙͇͍̝̱̤̩̊̄̊͆̆́̏̏͌̈́̀͗̃́͜R̸̡̢̧̜̺̞̝͇̻̞̟͓̭͓̘̩̝̤̱̘̼̦̭̹̦͍̗͕͚̤̪̞͔̬̳͚͎̺̳̰̦̹̠̗̥͇͈̜̠̮̖̻̹͇̳̪͛̅̉̊̅̔̒̋̓̊̽̎̂͛́̔̑̃̑̏͆̄͒̌̋̚̚͜͝͝P̵̢̨̢̢̛̼͍̺̘̳̣̤̗̙̥̞͙͈̰͚̙̳̘͓̖͎̰̗͔̠̻̫͖̩̬̖̱͙͈̦̖̞̻̼̱̝̤̖̖͉̻̖̣̄̽͂̽̌͒̆͋́̎͑̄̌̎͐̀̂͛͛̾̈́͌̔̈́̑̀̆̒̈́̏͗̒̀̎̽͂͆̋̕̚͝͠ͅͅ," said the creature.

"Delightful!" cried the Crugshnip. So he took it home with him and forgot about his beans. His beans were the only thing that could have saved him, but by being a selfish zgezge he had doomed himself. He brought it into his hilly home, where it then pounced on him and devoured his gallbladder. The Klorp then escaped into the night and was never seen again.

The end.