Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Story
At church in Sunday School, Laura started a story where we each write a sentence and pass it on. It started out Laura me and Katie, and then Bethany and Amy joined in, and then Amy dropped out. Anyway, I think it's a pretty good story so I thought I'd post it, since it's in my possession right now.
Once there was a piglet. The piglet had a problem. It was a very embarrassing problem. Sometimes he cried at night because he didn't know what to do about it. And other times he felt a quiet joy about it. Not that he would ever admit it to his friends. In fact, his friends would never DREAM he had this problem, let alone that at times he secretly enjoyed it! Fact is, he went to extreme measures to hide this problem. The problem was: He had "The Hairies." And the only one who knew about it was Mamma Pig who encouraged him to get help. But help was hard to come by these days. And he wasn't really sure he wanted help. Part of "The Hairies" as it's called in the pig world, included the rapid sprouting of dark course hairs in a thick full line about his eyes. And it included variations of curly and straight hairs that sprouted in random tufts on his wobbly chin and underbelly. His particular favorite, and the most rare (it had only happened twice before) was the thick, finger-long tuft that sprouted directly from his bellybutton. Sometimes he would stroke a tuft tenderly-sometimes rip at one in a wobbling rage. You might wonder how Piglet could keep this problem hidden from all his friends. Well, for one thing, "the Hairies" ocurred literally once in a blue moon, which ironically is the name of the song he crooned to himself when in the full throes of his "syndrome." And while he crooned he's wrap himself up in a big hug and tip toe around to the rythmn of the song. The "syndrome" came to a head one day when mamma pig found his stash of jars, filled with the dark wiry tufts in the back of his closet. Mamma Pig noted with alarm that each jar was grimly organized and labelled as to hair length, softness and colour. To qualify his obsessiveness, she sneakily took one jar away. She burried it in the garden beneath the rutabega patch. Now, when piglet felt uneasy about something, it was known to bring "the Hairies" to life, and at this particular time, he happened to start feeling that way infront of his friend, Robin. Robin was just giving piglet a welcome peck on the cheek, when he goet a beakful of hair. Actually, it was more than a beakful, it was more like he found himself smothered in hair. Piglet blushed, only you couldn't tell because he was suddenly engulfed in a thick shaggy coat of hair. "Shake it off, just act natural," he quickly thought to himself. Luckily, just then somebody unexpected walked around the corner. His mother! Before she noticed piglet, he and robin noticed curly sprigs of hair cuffing each of her hooves. She had dug up the jar of her son's hair that she had earlier burried, and used the tufts to decorate her favourite feature: her legs. Piglet immediately recognized the course springy texture and red-brown tint of one of his favourite collections (from a memorable night of seemingly endless back-sprouts) He stared in shock at his mother's feet, his eyes full of accusation and betrayal. "Oh hello, Son!" she cheerfully chirrped, "get a load of these gams!" Robin didn't know what to make of the situation, so he began to warble the tune of Blue Moon, slowly and reluctantly piglet and his mother joined in, and together the crooned a lovely harmony as the sun went down, and tufts of hair floated on the breeze.
The end. Still to come: Pictures of Adriel and his new blanket.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 1:26 PM