Rain and Drukers

There wasn't much to do about the rain falling
It wasn't the Reds task to fix it and neither were they intending to try.

The order they had been given was faulty and they knew it,
relaxing and feasting was what they intended to do.
One honey beer at a time, they had a great time in the aged old inn built from logs.
On the stage, built from rocks carried into the inn at an earlier time, the drunkest of them began a tune.
It was mesmerising to say the least. Awestruck, the lot of the others started to sway to the music as if in trance and cheer during solos from the flute. The flute music had entered into the mix by another entering the stage from the right. It wasn't noticed until the tunes started coming out.
The melody they all remembered from their berry picking contest last fall.
It had become a commonly used tune while they worked the fields and mines.

In through the door rushed a Bigfoot. soaked and dripping.
That's what the Reds called the tall folk, them being about three feet taller than any Red.

"Are you insane? You are supposed to stop the rain! The fields are flooding and the ants are surfing the leaves without hindrance." the Bigfoot shouted in desperation.

The Reds looked up and in a stupendous drunkenness the all hushed at him with a long "Sssshh!". Then they all turned back to the singer on stage and began to sing along.

"The fields go on and on. We chop and saw all day long. Down to the creek where we relax and sing our song! Along abong Rong!" they all cheered with laughter and joy.

"Outside! NOW!" the furious Bigfoot called out.

The room was all scrambles and they were all three hundred and forty three of them outside in a blink.

"Aye!" they slurred together in harmony with one leg raised, bent at the knee. The other five legs they stood on.

The Bigfoot came outside and smiled at them.
"Good, now lets stop this rain before its too late."

He marched them down to the creek and sat them all down by their own posts by the creeks edge.

"One... twoo.... TH....REE! Sip like your mess isn't yours, Drukers!"

They all shook their small shoulders and began sipping the cool water from the creek.
At first they weren't all that thirsty, since they were all drunk on honey. But after a while they got more and more thirsty. They sipped so fast the Bigfoot had to stop them a lot sooner than usual.

"Stop my beloved red Drukers! We are done. Any more and we will have summer until spring next year," he laughed.

Exhausted the reds  looked up from the creek to see that the sand dunes had begun appearing all around them in patches. The air was dry and hard to breathe in big gulps. They relaxed and lay on their backs with full bellies.

The big foot began to sing an after rain song. They all knew it and one by one with some effort joined in.

"Alas this day, the rain came this way
It ran around this middle ground
I may just find a thing to say
if it were not to be my mound this day"

They all shouted out the chorus:

"Alas Alas my will should run
along the creek my spirit flows."

They all smiled happily while the sun shone in the sky and the birds once more chattered their calls to one another.

"That's it Drukers! Back to what you were doing and a good job done by all!" the Bigfoot thundered with pride. "Until next rainfall!" he called as he left down the winding path to the Bigfoot lands.

The Reds looked silently at each other for a while.
One of them farted and they all started laughing.

"Back to the cabin Inn, Reds!" the windbreaker cheered and they flowed over creek and field to the inn where the honey poured free and the songs were waiting.