Journal icovellauna's Journal: And now for something totally different 1
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a little girl. Not an ordinary little girl, but then, there are no ordinary little girls, are there? This little girl was even less ordinary, if that is possible, then other little girls. She could hear the winds talk, and they told her all the things going on in the world; stories of wonderful things, and places she had never seen, and people she had never met, and all real true stories, because the winds don't lie. They don't know how. People sometimes hear lies in the wind, but really they put them there, and that makes the wind very upset. The little girl's mother could hear the winds too, and she wished for her daughter to not talk to the winds, because she knew that if the little girl listened she would eventually follow the wind away, and go see for herself. (How, dear reader, do we think she knew that, hmmm?) But once you have heard the wind, you can't unhear it, and the little girl had heard. Melody (that was her name) would open her window, and the wind would come in and sit by the chimney corner with her and tell her stories, and reach out just a little to make the fire snap now and then in playful way. And her mother would hear it, and remember when the wind came and sat with her and told her stories, and led her away to find adventure, and she would smile gently and leave them to talk.
Now you should know that the Mother knew the Mother of the Winds, and they had an understanding. The winds could come visit, they could come play with Melody, but until she was a little older, she wasn't allowed to go play out in the Big Wide World with the Winds. The Mother of the Winds knew the wisdom of this, and She had impressed upon the Winds that if they disobeyed this rule, they wouldn't get to visit Melody at all, and believe me when I tell you, one person you don't want to disobey, is the Mother of the Winds. So Melody's Mum knew Melody was in good hands, but she knew, too, that one day the Winds would come and blow Melody right away, into the World and carry her into Adventure.
It was a cold winter day when the North Wind slipped down the chimney, and curled around Melody's feet. Melody didn't like that much, it made her feet cold, so she pulled them up under the rug, and the North Wind curled into the corner by the window where it wasn't too warm, and told her a story about the lands of snow and ice.
I will recount that story for you, as I heard it too, a little later.
Now you should know that the Mother knew the Mother of the Winds, and they had an understanding. The winds could come visit, they could come play with Melody, but until she was a little older, she wasn't allowed to go play out in the Big Wide World with the Winds. The Mother of the Winds knew the wisdom of this, and She had impressed upon the Winds that if they disobeyed this rule, they wouldn't get to visit Melody at all, and believe me when I tell you, one person you don't want to disobey, is the Mother of the Winds. So Melody's Mum knew Melody was in good hands, but she knew, too, that one day the Winds would come and blow Melody right away, into the World and carry her into Adventure.
It was a cold winter day when the North Wind slipped down the chimney, and curled around Melody's feet. Melody didn't like that much, it made her feet cold, so she pulled them up under the rug, and the North Wind curled into the corner by the window where it wasn't too warm, and told her a story about the lands of snow and ice.
I will recount that story for you, as I heard it too, a little later.
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