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!