THE MIJAMO

Nobody knows where they came from, small sounds in the forest the only clue that they are there. Small, restless creatures sprint past, too small to see. A tired one sits by the clover, resting against one of the stems. Only a person with a well-trained eye will spot the creature before it quickly vanishes without a trace. 

 

Those who have seen them say that they look like animals they’ve seen in the forest, but different. Their forms are simple with white masks for faces. Each one is unique: the eyes a little bigger, the belly a little rounder, maybe the tail is a little too long, but their individuality is what makes them happy as they stroll under the leaves and over the mushrooms, waiting to play hide-and-seek with curious children who venture into the forest looking for them.