Daily Writings 9
There's a little known myth that's been passed down for hundreds of years in the state of Indiana. A myth about a little old man who can only be seen sitting on the stump of old maple trees. Some have weird names for him like Jack, or even John apparently, but I've only ever heard him be called Old Man Maypole.
Most who've heard of Old Man Maypole say he's been here since the beginning. Now, this sounds silly, unless you've managed to catch a glimpse of him sitting on tlan old maple stump. He looks to be about a meter tall, and he's always pensively hunched forward, like Michaelangelo's David. Instead of smooth white marble though, Old Man Maypole has dark green and brown skin with valleys carving their way vertically up his body, just like tree bark.
Now, Old Man Maypole usually just sits and thinks on these old maple stumps, but never wander too close. Legend goes that, to avenge the maple tree he's sitting on, he will grab those that wander too near, turning them into a tree just like the one he's sitting on.