The legend is that in a time before the indigenous occupants of
this area there was another species of humanoids that lived in this
area. A species of limited height. Yes the little known Ebu Gogo,
three foot tall ankle biters of the floresine age. With their
passion fruit sized heads covered in hair, pot-bellys and with ears
that stick out it has been noted that they may related to a recent
presidential hopeful. They are thought to have walked somewhat
awkwardly and are often said to be "murmuring" in what is assumed
to be their own language. It is also said by the locals that the
Ebu Gogo can repeat what is said to them in parrot-like
fashion.
There are legends about the Ebu Gogo kidnapping human children,
hoping to learn from them how to cook. The children always easily
outwit the Ebu Gogo in the tales. One such tail is recounted below.
The children of central Norwood tell how, some 800 years ago, they
disposed of the Ebu Gogo by tricking them into accepting gifts of
cattail fibers and leaves to make clothes. When the Ebu Gogo took
the fiber into their cave, the children threw in a torch to set it
a fire. The kids were dancing outside of the cave entrance and
singing, "that is how you cook the Ebu A Gogo." The story goes that
all the occupants were killed, except perhaps for one pair, who
fled into the deepest forest, and whose descendants may be living
there still. The adults of Norwood having heard of this awful
occurrence constructed this cadaver tomb (or "memento mori tomb",
Latin for "reminder of death") to try and atone for their
children's evil digression.
To this day children of Norwood have been known to go lost for
days only to return with far fetched stories of abduction by
"little people". Sometimes late at night it is said that you can
hear ghosts of dead Ebu Gogo's repeating the song of the children
and dancing around the Memento Mori Tomb.
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke them Ebu Gogos
Puff, Puff, Puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Sault Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you've just got to have another cigarette.
To find this letter box you will have to travel well past the
civilized confines of the Greater Twin Cities Metropolitan area.
Prepare your self. It is considered by most to be a long and
arduous journey consuming the better part of an hour. Not for the
faint of heart. Turn south on the street named for the inventor of
a communication code of the 1840's. Cross the railroad tracks and
proceed to Elm Street. West to Reform Street. North on Reform you
will see a large gravel pile. Drive around to the southwest corner
of this lot. Here you will find an ATV trail. Follow this trail
west. As the trail starts to arc north, to the southwest you will
see a downed tree, a little farther southwest you should find the
tomb. In the tomb under some rocks I have left a stamp with the
likeness of the Ebu Gogo.
Keep a close hand on your children. I heard strange noises
coming from the ground. I think the Ebu Gogo's have long
memories!
There are two caches at the posted coordinates, one for cachers,
one for the letterboxers. Please try to play nice and sign your
respective log books. And Don't Swipe my
Stamp!