In the The Tale of How we met a giant octopus who had a tree growing in his head, the terror of the Indian ocean , OTTO THE MONSTER! Who’s lonley past time was to devour the innocent dodo’s who lived on his head. We saw the dodo’s unite and with the help of a little white mouse, we saw them escape the clutches of the terrible be-tentacled tyrant and sail off into the sunset on their mother the tree… then we saw the titles. At this piont many of us laughed and some of us cried… and this was very odd, because you see, without the few key facts that will be presented in The Tale of Then, nothing that happened in The Tale of How could possibly have made the slightest bit of sense. And this is why, you see, as The Tale of How is the second part of the trilogy, the figurative deep end as such, it relies exclusively on the first part of the story, The Tale of Then.
After the critical acclaim received by the gang’s short film, The Tale of How, the gang will now endevour to explore the story further by starting work on their next project The Tale of Then. The Tale of Then is a tragic love story with a difference, as it tells the tale of a hill who fell in love with a girl.
In The Tale of Then we explore the character of Otto, we’ll learn of his dark past and how he got to be such a grouch. But most importantly we’ll learn about the tree that grows on his head. It is a story of love and loss and the tragedy which lies between the two. A story of a girl and the silent hill who loved her. His name is Otto…and for years he watched this young lady as she herded goats on his head. As the seasons came and went his interest became fascination which soon grew into love. He longed for her so that even a peach pip, carelessly disregarded by the girl, became the subject of his eternal embrace. The tree that grew would watch her, blades of grass would caress her, his rivers cease to flow when she grew near. But alas! In the autumn of her life she grew old and she no longer walked on the hill. When she finally past away, she was buried inside of him and the tree turned red and lost its leaves. Fueled by her cold blood, Otto’s love turned to madness, and howling his loss to the moon, Otto tore his ancient body from the cruel earth. The earth shook as he raised high on his tentacles, engulfed in rage, Otto lay her city to waste and fled into the ocean… and this is where The Tale of How begins.
We intend to have the music composed and performed by an Orchestra and to hire a team of ten illustrators and animators for a period of nine months….and together endevour to transcend all previously set boudaries to create something so simply unique and beautifully monumental that it will forever be remembered as a monument of creative excellence!