More story for you..:)
Mar. 22nd, 2003 12:30 pmThe continued story of the Plum-Pudding-Fairy...
..the Hedgehog children would grow up and tell stories to their own children of attempted pastry raids on Matilde's stall, and how they would try to sneak into the Plum orchard where the Plum-Pudding-Fairy was rumored to live. Their stories were alwais amused, and inevitably unsuccessful since everyone who tried going into the grove invariably came out minutes later, all dizzy and confused. No matter how hard you tried or how determined you were to reach the heart of the grove, it just couldn't be done, they told their wide-eyed spiky sons and daughters. These sons and daughters would secrety vow to be the one who would penetrate the heart of the Grove and learn all it's secrets.
One of the children was the smallest of his brothers and sisters, and though his name was Howwie they all called him Runt..sometimes with a thrown apple for good measure. He was a bit clumsy and awkward, and always held back when the tiny mobs of hedgehog-children thronged around Matilde's shop. Not many wood-people knw Howwie's name, since "runt" was so much more satisfying to say...
But Matilde knew.
Sometimes when the children went away for their dinner, he would shyly scuttle up to the stall and help Matilde pack for her long journey home, with empty pots and pans to be refilled with plum pastires the next day. Howwie enjoyed the merry smiles Matilde gave him as he helped clear the crumbs away, like they had a good secret no one else had. And with a sleight-of-hand that was nearly impossible for trianed eyes to follow, she would sneak him the best of the leftover plum tarts and pudding-slices...usually with a solem wink.
So Howwie was not without friends, after all.
(To be continued some more very soon...you think I'd just leave it right there?)
..the Hedgehog children would grow up and tell stories to their own children of attempted pastry raids on Matilde's stall, and how they would try to sneak into the Plum orchard where the Plum-Pudding-Fairy was rumored to live. Their stories were alwais amused, and inevitably unsuccessful since everyone who tried going into the grove invariably came out minutes later, all dizzy and confused. No matter how hard you tried or how determined you were to reach the heart of the grove, it just couldn't be done, they told their wide-eyed spiky sons and daughters. These sons and daughters would secrety vow to be the one who would penetrate the heart of the Grove and learn all it's secrets.
One of the children was the smallest of his brothers and sisters, and though his name was Howwie they all called him Runt..sometimes with a thrown apple for good measure. He was a bit clumsy and awkward, and always held back when the tiny mobs of hedgehog-children thronged around Matilde's shop. Not many wood-people knw Howwie's name, since "runt" was so much more satisfying to say...
But Matilde knew.
Sometimes when the children went away for their dinner, he would shyly scuttle up to the stall and help Matilde pack for her long journey home, with empty pots and pans to be refilled with plum pastires the next day. Howwie enjoyed the merry smiles Matilde gave him as he helped clear the crumbs away, like they had a good secret no one else had. And with a sleight-of-hand that was nearly impossible for trianed eyes to follow, she would sneak him the best of the leftover plum tarts and pudding-slices...usually with a solem wink.
So Howwie was not without friends, after all.
(To be continued some more very soon...you think I'd just leave it right there?)
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Date: 2003-03-22 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-03-22 11:23 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-22 02:41 pm (UTC)lemme see!~
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Date: 2003-03-22 03:55 pm (UTC)As a kid, I always identified with the kids like Howwie. Only, I was never that smart.
*sigh*
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Date: 2003-03-23 06:42 pm (UTC)