Collected here, in one handy location, is all of Randy Long’s “Further Adventures – Bigfoot” tale—at least, as much of it as we’ve published so far!

(As of 7 May 2018, there are SEVEN PARTS available to read, with more, HOPEFULLY, coming soon—if we can convince Randy that he needs to write MORE!!!)

This story continues the adventures begun in Randy Long’s classic “Bigfoot” epic! (Available in book form OR online for free!) You don’t necessarily have to read that story first, but it will introduce a LOT of the key players and plot points if you DO read it first! (Plus, it’s very fun!) Either way, here’s the new adventure!!!


Now that we had set things right in Twin Phoenix, the world of the Bigfoot people, my wife and I decided to try some of the doorways.

The Doorway Nearest the City of Bigfoot.

We packed our supplies, as much as we could carry, and a cart we pulled behind us. As we slipped through this doorway, at first, I thought we were back on Earth. Just one sun and one moon. After a few seconds, two riders on horseback rode up. I thought they were men, but no. They were skinny, hooded, with swords strapped to their sides, and a bow hanging off the horns of their saddles.

And I thought, “We’re in trouble… BIG trouble!”

About then, one of the hooded figures spoke and said, “You are HUMAN, aren’t you?”

I said, “You—you speak English.”

He said, “We speak many languages.” He lowered his hood, and I could see his ears were pointed.

He said, “I am Lotar, Prince of the Five Realms. My friend, here, is Megdar. We mean you no harm. My father, King Lomax, would be glad to meet you. We don’t see many humans in this realm. You must have come through the doorway. It has been closed for many years now. This world is called Eldoor. There are mainly elves and some humans here, and some dwarves and trolls, though you humans would call them “Bigfoot,” not many though, since the Big War. This planet is at peace. Most of the doorways have been closed for just over a century.

Megdor lent us his horse and stayed with our cart. Lotar, the prince, said he would send people back for Megdor. We rode about five miles to a giant pasture, and the prince said, “Here we are.”

I said, “WHERE we are?”

Lotar said, “Oh yes, repeat after me.” We both said okay.

He said, “Ba-ruu. Sh-kar.”

We both said it at the same time, and a giant golden castle and gate appeared in front of our eyes. We were amazed! Castle guards and people were wandering through the halls and throughout the castle walls, inside and out. A moment ago, there was nothing there!

This is how we hide our Elfin people for safety. Lotar took us to see the King, his father, King Lomax. He greeted us and was very nice.

The King said, “You will be my guests. You are welcome. We have a very prosperous land.”

He asked where we came from, and I told him we came through one of the ancient doorways from Twin Phoenix, and before that, Earth. He proceeded to tell us that his ancestors had visited Earth long ago. He asked if it had changed much.

I said yes. Huge changes. He said they purposely stayed away from change.

“We have a simple life here and like it that way,” the King said.

Megdar arrived at that point with our things, and the King said, “Stay as long as you like, but when you leave, take two of the horses with you.”

We thanked him. We were shown to our room.

I looked at Linda and said, “Looks good, but let’s be careful.”

The most amazing part was the Hidden Castle. We were both completely exhausted. We got to bed, and soon we were both asleep.

We woke in the morning, and after sleeping, our heads were clear. But something didn’t seem quite right. The King and his people seemed nice enough, just… Something seemed wrong.

I asked how many realms were on this world, and the Prince said, “You have five realms.”

The King said, “Yes, there are twenty realms on Eldoor. Fifteen realms are of elves and five realms of humans. Three elfin Kings rule fifteen realms, and one human King rules all five human realms. The planet Eldoor has seen 50 years of peace.”

It bothered me that we had to speak secret words for the castle to appear when it was peace time. (And how could they hide a whole castle?)

I asked the King, “How do you hide a whole kingdom?”

The King asked, “Have you heard of elfin magic?”

I could tell he did not want to talk about it. I was his guest, said “Thank you,” and changed the subject.

In this world they ate meat, but we hadn’t ate meat for so long, besides fish, it just didn’t appeal to us. They ate deer, pork, and chicken, fish, and vegetables.

I was told, they have four seasons there. The region we were in was pretty dry.

The King said in his five realms the weather was real mild. Each of the five realms were one continent. Each kingdom was a continent with five realms, and there were four continents that made up the world.

I asked, “How do you get to other kingdoms?”

“We have our Navy.”

I asked, “Do you know of any doorways in your five realms other than the one we came through?”

He replied, “One other, but it takes you to another world.” Then he said, “Don’t leave yet. Be my guest. Take the horses out and look over the country. Enjoy yourselves.”

My wife and I did just that. We talked to other elfin people—very nice—and enjoyed the countryside. We left most of your stuff in the castle and went to other villages. The further we got from the castle, the elfin people were less friendly.

I asked, “Do you have a problem with us or with ALL humans?”

They replied, “You’re riding royal horses.”

I said, “Yeah, is there something wrong with that?”

One elf answered, “I better not say anything.”

I said, “My name is Randy. My wife’s name is Linda. Nothing will be said. What’s your name?”

Reluctantly, he said, “My name is Hamin.”

“So what’s wrong?”

He answered, “The King lives in luxury. We are hungry most of the time.”

I said, “There seems to be plenty of game and fish and vegetables. Has it always been this way?”

“No. The King and Prince have always been good to us. Bandits have been raiding our village and taking our food. They ride royal horses.”

I said, “I see your problem. I think the King would like to be made aware of this,” but Hamin told us that if anything was said, we would be sorry.

I mentioned, “Well, we are returning to the castle the castle tomorrow. How many bandits are there?”

“Ten riders. Masked,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said. “I won’t mention any names.

We left that village, which was called Deer Valley. We rode the next morning. When we returned to the field where the castle was hidden, we called out, “Ba-ruu! Sh-kar!” and the castle reappeared.

I went to the King and said, “Could I talk to you in private?”

He said, “You are my friend,” and he told his guards to stay in the main hall. We went to a smaller room.

I said, “Are you aware, in a town called Deer Valley your people are starving?”

He asked, “Why?”

I said, “Bandits. Ten bandits, masked, riding royal horses.”

The King said, “I will put a stop to this…”

I said, “I hate to bring you bad news, King. You have been so good to us.”

The King said, “I think we can trust you now. I had to know if you could be trusted. If you were not on a royal horse, when you came to the castle, it would not matter what you said. You would NOT see the castle.”

“Also,” the King said to me, “recently, fifteen of the royal horses came up missing. When we ‘ketch the guilty ones, they will be punished, severely. Most don’t know that the royal horses are magic horses. Only the elfin people know of the magic horses. Now, I entrust this secret to you. You are the only human who knows about the royal horses.”

I said, “Your secret is safe with me.”

We returned to the main hall, and the King said, “Send troops to Deer Valley, and food and supplies. There are bandits in the area. If you find them, bring them back here, alive.”

I said, “Can I go with them?” The King said yes. “Can my wife stay here?”

The King said, “By all means.”

And we left to go to Deer Valley. When we arrived, the townspeople were all smiles, and by that evening, their bellies were full.

I talked with some of the townspeople, and they were all glad that the King sent a platoon. He sent enough to get the town back into good shape. The townsfolk told the Army what the bandits looked like, and the Army left enough soldiers to protect the town in case the bandits came back. The soldiers decided to dress like townspeople.

I saw Hamin. He thanked me, and I went back to the Castle. King Lomax was happy to hear that his people were fine. I was glad to be back with my wife.

I asked the King what kind of animals they had on their world. Most of the animals were the same as we have, plus a few others. I asked if they had dragons, and he said yes, but there weren’t that many left. They stayed mostly in the outer parts of the realm. He said they had been hunted almost to extinction, but the King said it was illegal to kill dragons, now. Anyone caught killing a dragon forfeits his life.

I asked if he knew of any doorways that left his world, and if so, where they went.

He said he knew of the doorway to The Grays.

“Grays?” I ask?

“They are a strange people with technology beyond belief. They fly in machines and are strange beings—male and female in one.” He said, “It isn’t safe to go to The Grays’ world. There world is called Oneder. They experiment on others from different worlds. I wouldn’t go there. There is another doorway on the other side of the Five Realms at the edge of my Kingdom, on the outermost rim near the dragon’s lair,” King Lomax said.

“How can we get there?” I asked.

“I will send five of my most trusted guards with you on royal horses. You can be there tomorrow. If you didn’t have the royal horses, it would take you a month to get there!”

“And that doorway, where does that one go?

“It goes to the most ancient of planets. It has doorways from other planets and people, ships, and other things just appear all over that planet. This planet is called The Hidden Doorways. One of the doorways there is from your planet, the Triangle Door,” he said.

The planet has people from many other planets that got pulled through the doorways and then couldn’t get home.

King Lomax wished us the best of luck. He told us to keep the Royal Horses. He said they would help us along the way and help us to get home.

“Thank you, King Lomax,” we said.

We left and went through the doorway to the Hidden Doorway planet. We marked the doorway, so we knew how to leave. Beyond the doorway, the first thing we saw was a World War II plane wedged between to large rocks, but no one was around. I made sure we’d marked the doorway, not that I would forget that plane. I also wrote everything down in my journal and drew a roadmap of where we’d been.

We’d been there for one day and one night already, but we’d seen no signs of life, but relics from different eras. Ships and planes that had been lost in the Bermuda Triangle, they were there.

Three days had gone by when we finally saw what appeared to be a town in the distance. We rode up on the horses, and in the town, we found what appeared to be the people from the planes and ships that had been marooned there, from different times.

The first person we met said, “You’re new here. My name is Roger. Last thing I remember is fighting Germans in a Spitfire plane. Next thing I knew, I was here.” All the town’s people were from different times.

I told him, “We were riding our horses, and then were here.” I thought it was best that he didn’t know how we actually got there just yet. He looked to be about 30, but he said he’d been there for around 75 or 80 years. He said that as soon as he got there he stopped aging.

“We miss our families, but by now, they were probably all gone. Did we win the war? You are Americans, right?”

“Yes, and yes we won the war. The year is 2018 now. It seems like we’ve been gone from home for years. Have you traveled around this world? Are there native people here? Are they human? How do you fee yourselves?”

He replied, “Hunting, fishing, and farming. The native people left libraries in the towns, and most left. They looked human, but they were far more intelligent. They could speak without moving their lips. They talked to each other, but you would hear them in your head. Telepathic.”

Roger said he had traveled around. Each town was left by the native people. Most native people were gone now, but they left libraries with information on how to survive. They told us where to stay away from because things drop out of the sky. They said what kind of animals there are, which are predators, and to not go in the ocean because there are sea creatures there. There are some other dangerous creatures, but they stay in the outer regions.

“I’ll tell you about them later,” Roger said. “Do you have any weapons?”

I said, “Yes, I have a broadsword and bow and arrows.”

“Do you have a gun?”

I said yes, but no bullets.

Roger said, “What size?” I answered 9mm. He said, “I think we can do something about that. We got ammo. There’s no crime rate here, but there is a creature in the deep woods called a Sonar. It has very weak eyes, but like its name suggests it has others senses to see with that give it an advantage. It doesn’t matter if it’s daylight or dark, it can still see. It looks like a rabbit, but it’s mean as Hell and stands on two legs. It’s also the size of a bear.

The people here are all pretty mild mannered.

Roger said once his plane came through the doorway in the sky, it wouldn’t run anymore, like there’s something on this planet that won’t let motors run. “That’s how we get trapped here,” he said.

I said, “There must be something that keeps the motors from running and something that attracts objects to this planet. We need to find what it is.”

We had a new QUEST on the Hidden Doorway planet.

The Hidden Doorway Planet – Our New Quest

The town we visited first was called Kellong. I asked Roger, “As far as you know, are all who are on this planet human?”

Roger said, “Everyone on this side of the planet, and the ocean separates us from the other side. And with the sea creatures—no one knows for sure. We have all heard stories that the other side of the planet is tropical, but much hotter. Someone said they found a body on an ocean beach that looked reptilian, like a lizard man, but there’s nothing like that on this side of the ocean, and we’ve only heard of a body like that washing up once, so we’re not sure.”

The doorways on this planet, as far as Roger knew, were all in the sky, but Linda and I knew of the one that we came through, and that one was on the ground.

We told Roger we were on our way. We rode off on our horses heading west. He gave us a map to show where the doorways were that were in the sky. Riding west, Roger said the next town was Rastle Creek, which was about 50 miles away.

I told my wife that I should never have taken her with me and endangered her. “I understand,” she said, “but I would rather be with you than for you to go on without me.” We rode half the distance to the next town, and it was time to stop and camp for the night. We stopped next to a battleship, but there was no water around the battleship. It said “Bismark” on the side. The Bismark! I thought it was sunk!

We fed and watered the horses, then brushed them down and put blankets on the them. Then we put up our tent and prepared for bed.

We both went to sleep, and in the night, I heard someone calling my name. “Get up, Randy, you’re in danger! Wake up!” I thought I was dreaming when I heard a loud crashing noise, then my name again. “Randy, get up!”

My horse was talking to me! We were in danger, so I grabbed my gun and a light. The moon was full outside the tent. It seemed to be almost daylight. A Sonar was charging the camp! I aimed my gun and fired three times, hitting the beast right in the chest, and it kept coming! I dodged it and shot three more times, the sixth finally brought him down.

My heart was racing, and the adrenaline had snapped me wide awake. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. By this time, my wife was wide awake, too, running back and forth and…wait! Hey!

I turned to look back at my horse and said, “You talked!”

The horse said, “We both do. We’re magic horses, and you two take very good care of us. Magic horses can do lots of things.”

“What about the Sonar?” I asked.

“It’s dead.”

I said, “How did you know it was going to attack?”

“Magic. What don’t you understand? If you are ever in danger, we’re here for you. That’s what magic horses are for! My name is Buck. My mate’s name is Dawn. Your wife, Linda, rides Dawn.”

“Why haven’t you talked until now?” I asked.

“You weren’t in danger. You know, the Sonar attacked because you were in its territory,” Buck said.

“Are there more?”


I said, “We should leave. It’s light anyway.” We packed up. “No time to eat. Let’s go. We’ll stop down the road.”

About 10 miles down the road, I asked Buck if there were any Sonars around. He said no, so we stopped. We fed and watered the horses again, and took out some supplies so we could eat, then we rested. We were only about 10 or 15 miles away from the next town.

We didn’t stay very long before we were on our way. Fifteen miles later, we came riding into Rastle Creek. It was a quiet town, but we got a grand greeting.

“We don’t get many visitors,” said the Mayor. His name was Bob.

I told Mayor Bob that we had a problem with a Sonar about 15 miles east, by the Bismark.

“Mayor Bob,” I asked, “do you have much of a problem with the Sonar?”

“No,” he said, “unless you are mistakenly in their territory.”

“There were no signs up,” I said.

“They get knocked down a lot. But you killed one, huh?”

“Yes,” I said. “It charged our camp. I didn’t have a choice.”

Mayor Bob said, “They have been known to kill humans.”

“I got lucky. Got three shots of while it was charging. Dodge it and brought it down with three more before it could charge again.”

“The whole town is talking. People don’t usually do so well against a Sonar,” he said. “You must be a great hunter!”

“No. I just got lucky,” I answered. “So tell me about the next town going west.”

Mayor Bob said, “About 40 miles west of here, on the coast, is a little fishing town called West Cove. It’s surrounded by ships that were wrecked on the shore and others that have fallen out of the sky. The town itself is about a quarter-mile inland from the ships.

I tell him that Linda and I will leave in the morning and ask if there is a campsite nearby.

“Yes, at the end of town. Stay as long as you want,” he said.

“No Sonars, right?” I asked.

“No, the closest territory is where you were last night,” Mayor Bob said.

So again, we watered and fed the horses, and I thanked Buck again. It had been a hard couple of nights, so I figured we’d sleep well that night at least!

We got up in the morning, and we ate, fed the horses, and started along our way. The further west we went, the denser the forest got. There’s old growth trees, some about 100 feet tall. Just guessing.

It was a nice, sunny day, around 80 degrees. We’d went about 30 miles, and it started to get a little cooler, but it’s always cooler, the closer you get to the coast. The trail got windier, and the wind picked up. The temperature had dropped about five degrees to 75 or so. We figured we were about half a mile or less from the coast when we came around a corner, and a World War II ship was sitting in between some trees. It said “Hood” on the side. I thought it was sunk in the war!

We come around another corner, and ships and planes were scattered for what looked like miles, and through the trees we could see the town of West Cove. As we rode into town, the people all seemed friendly.

“This is West Cove, right? I didn’t see any signs up,” I said.

“Yeah, we need to put a sign back up. We don’t get a lot of visitors, and we did have quite a storm a few months back, which, I think, must have been when the sign blew down,” one man said.

“I hear this is a fishing town,” I said.

“Yes,” he answered, “but you have to watch out for the sea creatures.”

“Sea creatures? What kind of sea creatures?” I asked.

“Giant squid, plesiosaurus (like Loch Ness), and other smaller ones. The fishing here is good, though. Usually, the creatures only come out at night. If we could only get the ships’ motors to work… There must be a dampening field around the planet keeping the engines from running. The native people must have had a problem with invaders or something.”

“There are a few ships here,” he continued, “that must have been U.F.O.s, spaceships, or whatever you want to call them, among the other war ships, Earth ships and planes. I think that’s why the native people left their own planet. The West Cove people are fishermen, but we’re also here to either cancel out the dampening field or find a way to get the motors running despite the dampening field.”

I said, “I should introduce myself. I’m Randy. This is my wife, Linda. And who are you?”

“I’m General Robert Lee—no relation, as far as I know.”

“So you’re not JUST a fishing town?”

“No. If we can get a motor to run, maybe we can go home. We’re trying to get one of the U.F.O.s to run. They’re a different technology than Earth machines. If we can get it to work, there’s a lot of other things the people of this land left that we might be able to get running, too, but only if we can get their technology to work.”

“Is it, perhaps, solar or electric or wind?”

“We’re, of course, trying to utilize those technologies, but our number one priority is getting the spaceships up and running.”

“When did you get to this planet, General?” I asked.

“It was 1946, peacetime. We were experimenting on a naval ship with magnets and lasers in the Bermuda Triangle when we fell through a doorway, ship and all. A green cloud appeared, and all our instruments went wild. Our ship fell here. Our engines quit, and the ship ran aground, almost 75 years ago. Since then, we have hardly aged a day.”

“Have you had any success in 75 years?”

“Just recently, we have engines that run and quit on one spaceship.”

“Can you show me the spaceship?”

“Yes, come with me.”

The General took me to an oblong, rectangular ship. It didn’t appear to have any damage on the outside. It was as long as a football field, but there was no sign of its occupants or of how long it had been sitting there.

“Do you know who left this here? Was it the natives of this land or the invaders?” I asked. “Do you know about the Grays?”

The General said, “Grays? What are they?”

“Aliens,” I said. “Grays abduct people and experiment on them. I wonder if this is their ship.”

“What do they look like?” the General asked.

“They are shorter than most humans and have big heads, big black eyes, and are both sexes in one.”

He said, “How do you know?”

“A friend told me all about them.”

“Are you sure your friend is reliable?” he asked.


“The ship is human—or human-like. The seating, instruments, and language are all human, just far more advanced than anyone has ever seen. Very futuristic!”

“Can we look inside?”

The General opened the doors, and we tied the horses off and walked inside. Amazing! Just looking, I would say it was a native ship.

“What kind of engine does it have?” I asked.

“It’s not any kind we have ever seen. We still don’t understand. We’ve had it running, but when it’s on, you can’t tell, other than it lifted the ship off the ground.”

“Each of the towns around here has an information station, but whatever is killing the engines is keeping them from running, too,” the General said.

“Can you take me to the information station in town?”

The General said yes, and we headed back towards town.

“General, thanks for bringing us to the ship,” I said. “We are going to set up camp just outside of town and get some sleep. We’ll check out the rest of the town tomorrow.”

It had been another long day. We fed the horses and watered them, then set up camp. We built a fire and sat around the campfire to relax, and then finally went to bed and had some restful sleep, but the ground seemed especially hard that night.

We woke up late, and I went to town myself while Linda stayed in camp.

I asked the store clerk, “Have you seen the General?”

“Yes, he’s at the library,” so I went to the library.

“Say, General, let me ask you something. Has anyone ever done much digging in the ground around town? The reason why I ask is when we slept last night, it seemed extremely hard in the grass,” I said.

The General said, “Why, not that I’m aware of.”

“I wonder if, maybe, that could be a key to something,” I said. “Can you get some of the townspeople, and we’ll go find a hard spot near town.

“Yes,” the General said, “let’s try. That’s one thing we haven’t tried.”

Just behind the library, the townspeople began to dig, and shortly after starting, about three feet down, they hit metal. I said, “Try another place. I bet you will hit metal again. I have a theory that wherever you have engines, ships, planes, or towns, I would guess there’s metal underground that’s causing your dampening field.”

I had another idea, “We should drag a plane or something half-mile away from town. Make sure where you drag it, you dig three feet down, and if you don’t find metal, then try the engine. Have a few townspeople with shovels head out, go half to three-quarters of a mile out of town, then dig and see if they hit metal. No metal, drag a plane there and see if it will run.”

The General said, “I need ten men with shovels. Follow me!” We gathered the men and left town. We walked a little over half a mile.

“Dig here!” the General said. The men started to dig, and they dug three feet. No metal. “Bring the plane here—and fuel. You ten people go and get the plane and bring it here. Once it’s here, let’s leave it and try tomorrow.”

I went back to camp, saying I would return in the morning. At camp, Linda and I bedded down for the night.

In the morning, we got up, ate, got cleaned up, and I was ready to head for the plane. The General was already there.

“Let’s try this!” he said. We put fuel in the plane, it turned over, it sputtered, started, ran for a short time, and died. I looked over, and the General was grinning from ear to ear. He patted me on the back and said, “That’s it, that’s it! Seventy-five years later, and an outsider comes to town and figures it out!”

The General looked to me and said, “Thank you. We now have a new beginning.”

“Knowing about the power damper,” I said, “maybe you can take the library unit left by the native people, move it, hook power to it out here, and find out what they had to say.”

“This should change everything,” the General said. “We’ll need to bring batteries to this site, charge them, bring motors… Build a new town outside the dampening field. The beginning of a new town with power. The possibilities are endless, now…”

“Well, General,” I said, “I’m going back to camp and will probably be leaving in a few days.”

The General said, “Aren’t you staying?”

“No. I think we’re gonna go exploring a bit more. We might be back, soon.” I went back to the campground and told Linda what was going on.

She said, “We should hang around for a few weeks and see if they get the library going—see what it says.”

“Okay,” I said. “We could use the rest.” We stayed around camp a couple of days, rested up, and relaxed. The third morning, we went to the new town. They named it New Life. They got the library moved and batteries to the library, and they were about to start it.

The library turned on, and it said, “We are humans. We were attacked by the Grays, human-like aliens that are dangerous. We escaped through doorways to other worlds. Anything with engines coming to our world through doorways was disabled so the Grays would quit coming here! Any humans will eventually figure this out. We fought against the Grays, and all that came here were defeated, and they know not to come here because their ships will be disabled, along with any other motor vehicles that come through the doorways. Anyone who figures this out, there is a force field around the planet, and only the doorways will let machines in, but E.P.T.s are at the doorways, Electronic Pulse Transmitters. If you turn off the transmitters, the Grays could come back!”

The voice from the library continued, “The Grays operate on people from different worlds, trap them, enslave them. Most of us left this world, but the Grays can’t live here. The atmosphere is too different from their planet. We can adapt on their planet, but they can’t adapt to ours. They wanted to terraform this planet to make it more like theirs. We stopped them. Some of our cities went underground. Our library units are the keys to the underground cities, although most people went off world.”

We finally knew the story of that world. Linda and I packed our things and got our horses ready. We said our goodbyes and got ready to leave the next morning.

We decided to go back the way we’d come…

We left the city of New Life and headed back the way we came. It was a good thing we’d marked our way. Three days of hard riding and we reached the doorway. Beyond the bushes was the door. We rode the horses through, but something was wrong.

It transported us somewhere different, not back to the Elfin world. Buck and Dawn both said that we didn’t return to their home world but had gone somewhere else. This was not the Gray’s planet, either. At least we could breathe there, but a lot was different!

There was only one sun in the sky—and it was daylight, but the grass was blue, and the trees were blue, and there were fields of flowers of many different colors. We hadn’t seen any people or animals, yet, only a few birds that were the size of crows, but bright green!

We didn’t know where we were, but it was getting late. We needed to rest. We could see what this place was like in the morning. We didn’t light a fire or eat anything but the food and water we’d brought with us.

Nothing happened during the night. We marked the doorway we came through and went exploring. We heard something coming through the brush. It was six horses that came trotting up.

We heard the horse closest to us say, “Humans! Get off those horses, now!”

Buck spoke up and said to us, “Stay where you are,” then to the horses, “These are our friends.” He said, “My name is Buck, and my mate’s name is Dawn. Who are you?”

“I’m Black Bart, and my friends are Little Joe, Old Blue, and the three in the back are Julie, April, and Mae. We, the horses, are the dominant rulers on this planet!”

Buck said, “What is the name of this planet?”

Black Bart said, “We call it Animal World. Humans do what we say, and they don’t ride on our backs!”

Buck said, “These are our friends. They treat us as equals. What other animals are here, and which ones talk?”

“Most animals talk. Don’t they talk where you come from?”

Buck said, “No. Just humans, elves, and some horses.”

Black Bart said, “What are elves?”

Buck said, “Elves are small humans with small, pointed ears and magical powers,” then he asked, “What do you eat here?”

“The grass is very good for you. The humans eat fish and plants.”

Buck said, “Where we come from, the grass is green. Are there any rules we need to know? Like can humans build a fire here?”

“Fire? What’s that?”

We gathered some wood and grass, and we made a pit and put the wood in it. We started the fire, and the horses all backed up.

“What is it for?” Black Bart asked.

“To cook and keep warm. We sit around it,” I said, “but don’t get too close.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, human!”

“I’m just sayin’…” I said.

Buck said, “For your safety. You could get hurt. Fire is good, but you need to be careful.”

Bart said, “It feels warm, but what’s that?” He motions with his head.

“Smoke. It comes off fire. Don’t let fire get out of hand. Always put it out if it gets any bigger than this. You can put it out by putting water on it,” Buck says.

“We do have friends here,” Black Bart says. “There’s centaurs. Their fronts are human, and the rest is horse.” Black Bart sounds out a mournful whinny, and a few minutes later a centaur trotted up.

The centaur said, “Black Bart, is there something wrong?”

“No, my friend. I want you to meet some off-worlders. The horses come from a world where there are elves.”

The centaur said, “I haven’t seen elves in a century or so!”

Bart said, “You see these humans? They come from a world where humans rule and animals don’t speak. They say there are no centaurs there.”

“No centaurs? It must be a dreadful place. And humans rule? That’s hard to believe.”

“They have seen a world that has Bigfoot people, and there are humans there, too. And another where there are creatures like people, but they are gray in color with big eyes, and they are mean and not to be trusted. They experiment on others and trap them,” Buck said.

“Sounds terrible,” the centaur said.

“The humans are friends to the horses in their company, and they ride on their backs!” Black Bart said.

“And they LET them?” the centaur said.

“Yes. They say they will be leaving soon,” Black Bart said.

“Humans rule…” the centaur said. “How funny, but if animals don’t talk, and there are no centaurs, maybe so.”

Linda and I talked, and we decided to go back. Buck and Dawn agreed.

“The colors here…” Buck said. “We can’t wait to get back home where the colors are normal, and animals are, too.”

We said our goodbyes and left, heading back to the porthole. We went through the doorway and everything looked normal again. The grass was green, blue sky, but again, something seemed wrong.

“I don’t think we’ve been to this world either,” I said. We decided to explore, and we rode for what seemed like hours.

“We’ve been here all day,” I said. “No animals, no humans, no nothing. Not even birds. It’s strange.”

We camped for the night, but none of us slept very well. No noises. It was real odd.

The next day we decided to ride west for a day. We did but found no one or nothing. Nothing but old roads, but no one using them. No signs of any towns, either.

We figured we were at least 20 miles away from the doorway, and still no one was around, but some small animals finally started showing up at 20 miles out. No people and no towns, though. It was so quiet you could hear for miles. I seen a few rabbits, but nothing else.

We all went to sleep again and woke up the next morning after another uneventful night. We road another 15 miles but found nothing but a few more rabbits. We camped for a third night, and about an hour before sunrise, we heard a lot of noise, people talking, and a sound like water rushing, and something that sounded like a train coming towards us. As the sun rose, we found we were suddenly in the middle of a town that wasn’t there when we went to sleep!

We got up, and I asked the first person I saw, “Where did you come from?”

He said, “This town is called ‘Relocator.’ OUR town moves four times a year. It doesn’t matter how big the town gets, it moves four times a year. All four seasons: spring, summer, fall, and winter, the town moves, but it always moves to summer type locations because it’s always sunny and warm in Relocator. Animals, people, everything moves.”

I asked, “Are there other towns that do this? And what world is this?”

He said, “The world is Summer, of course.” Then he said, “Who are you? And aren’t you from here?”

I replied, “No, we’re not from here. We’re travelers.”

He said, “I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t from Summer. You look just like us.”

“I assure you, I’m just like you, but I’m from a planet called Earth,” I said. “Are there other towns like Relocator on Summer?”

He told me he didn’t know. He’d been in that town his whole life. “Come and meet the rest of the townspeople.”

We went and met the others, and no one in the town had ever seen anyone from another town.

I asked, “Hasn’t anyone ever left this town?” Everyone I talked to said no. I said, “That’s really strange. No one has ever left town. Why?”

“No one ever grows old in town, once they go through puberty and before the change of life, you never get any older.”

“So let me get this straight. Because you don’t get any older, you never left town, you never found out if anybody else is on this planet, if there IS anyone else or not?” I asked. “Maybe nobody on this planet grows old, or maybe you’re right and it’s your town that keeps you young. But if you never leave town, you’ll never know.”

“Well, we’re not getting any younger,” I said, “so we’re leaving.” We packed up our things and headed out of town, heading back to the doorway.

We reached the doorway and went through.

“I hope we are on our way home now,” Buck spoke up, and then he said, “I think we’re home! We’ll see if we can find the castle.”

We retraced our movements from before and came to a field. Buck said to me, “Being a magic horse, there are several different phrases we can use to open the castle.”

Then Buck said, “OPEN SAYS ME!” The castle appeared, and Buck, Dawn, Linda, and I went in through the castle gate. We were greeted and taken to the King.

The King asked me how we were and said we’d been gone almost a year.

“Really? For us it’s only been a couple of months on a couple of worlds!”

The Elfin king said that a lot had happened since we left. “We are glad you’re back. The Grays were here and attacked. It’s a good thing we have Elfin magic and magic horses. They were not expecting magic. We appeared on their ships and took them out. Their losses were great, but we lost some, also. I don’t think they’ll be back for a long time.”

“We took four of their ships,” the King continued, “and destroyed another eight ships. None of their ships left our planet. None of the Grays left either. I’m sure they won’t be coming here again for a long time. So, Randy, what are your plans?”

“I think Linda and I are going to try to go home by way of the Bigfoot planet,” I said. “Buck and Dawn are home, and they’re great friends. We will miss them when we go home.”

“You won’t be taking them?”

“No, they’re home, and I want them to be free,” I said.

“They will be,” the King replied.

“They have been good friends, and we wouldn’t be here without them.”

The King said, “I have something for you, my friend.” From around his neck, he pulled a necklace with a pendant attached to it and writing on it. It says “Elves” on one side in silver, and on the side in gold it says, “Humans.”

The King told me, “It’s a doorway key. There were two keys—pendant keys. If you concentrate at a doorway, the pendant key will take you to the planet you desire. Giving the magic horses their freedom is an honorable thing to do. Therefore, go in peace, and if you ever want to come back, wish upon the pendant key and say, ‘Open says me,’ and the castle will appear.”

“Good luck my friends,” I said to the magic horses. “We know this is your home and the King has granted your freedom. We will miss you!”

“Let us at least take you to the doorway,” Buck said.

“That would be great. In the morning,” I said. We all got to sleep that night, and all slept good. Buck and Dawn were there to greet us first thing in the morning.

We all went back to the doorway in the morning and said our goodbyes, then, holding hands, Linda and I concentrated with the pendant key around my neck, and we walked through the doorway—and we were back in Twin Phoenix, the Bigfoot planet. We were completely exhausted from all our traveling. It was time to put up camp and have a long rest!

—Randy Long

[To be continued???? We just don’t know. I called Randy last night and begged him to write more, and he said that maybe he would! If you want more from Randy Long, send a comment, and I’ll pass it along to him!!! (I think we need a showdown between the Grays and the Bigfoot people, don’t you??? Or, at the very least, a new squirrel story! Who’s with me? —RFY]