It's time for this month's Fly-on-the-Wall post.When my sister-writers and I share what's been in our hearts, minds, and homes this month!My mind has been dragged down by events in the world.So I'm back with my Fairy Tales!I hope you enjoy!
There once was a sweet little girl. Hername’s unknown, but because she always wore a red-hooded cloak made by hermother, everyone just called her Red Riding Hood.Red Riding Hood (or RRH for shortand because I’m lazy), was always very happy to help her mother. And, byassociation, grandmother, who lived in the woods.One fine day, RRH, carrying a basketof goodies, was wending (Oooh! Good word!) her way to said grandmother’s houseto supply aid and/or sweet treats as needed.Along the way, she was met by a Wolfwho was not only Big and Bad (note the capital letters), but also could conversequite well in human.Sooo…not your normal wolf by anystretch of the imagination.He asked her where she was going, andRRH, being a bright, friendly, albeit naive child, told him.He smiled and waved her off, then,being Crafty as well as Big and Bad, took a shortcut through the woods,arriving at Grandmother’s just ahead of RRH.What transpired when he andGrandmother met is unclear. Perhaps he gobbled her up. Poor choice. Everyoneknows senior citizens are high in cholesterol and low in fiber.Ahem...Regardless of what happened, theirinteraction culminated in his weird donning of the elderly woman’s nightgownand sitting in her bed when the sweet, unsuspecting RRH arrived.There followed a dialogue consistingof questions (RRH) and answers (BBCW—see above) designed to suspiciously ferretout the truth.  And which ended with BBCW chasingRRH around the cabin.A local woodcutter, heading home forthe day, heard RRH’s shrieks, arriving just in time to see her bash BBCW overthe head with the aforementioned treat basket.Now, normally, this would have beenpassed over as a fairly amusing attempt to waylay someone as powerful as theBBCW.Except for the fairly heavy honeypot.If any of you have had themisfortune of dropping one of those suckers on your toe, you know the damagethey can do. Even at low speeds.This one laid the BBCW out pancakeflat. So flat, the bulge in the critter’s belly became noticeable. Did anyonebet on the ‘gobbled up’ story?You just won.The woodcutter, possessing—youknow—woodcutting…stuff…immediately slit open that belly and, what do you think? Out popped a very disgruntled and rather untidy, but totally alive Grandmother!Then the three of them found severallarge stones and filled that greedy belly with them. Because nothing says ‘fulland satisfied’ like a belly full of rocks.Then Grandmother, possessing theskills, sewed that old belly shut quick as a wink. (Of course blood, gore andcorrect bodily functions have no place in fairy tales.)The BBCW, when he awoke, felt fulland satisfied (see above) but extremely thirsty. He made his way to a nearbystream where he bent for a drink. But those wretched rocks shifted (they’requite unpredictable you know, rocks) and pulled him into and underneath theclear water.And there and then, the BB (not so)CW drowned.I’m quite sure that RRH, her motherand grandmother and even the woodcutter really didn’t want this for the BBCW. What can I say? He made poor choices.So, something to think about... Iflaziness and craftiness try to inhabit the same sphere, laziness will win. Oractually—lose.However you want to look at it.
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