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Hello again do you remember my recent post on my brush with Nature. The nasty incident when a Sparrow Hawk attacked a poor unsuspecting pigeon in our garden. Well it was a horrendous scene straight out of a horror movie , blood gore and feathers everywhere!
To cut a long story short the pigeon was saved and eventually whisked off to a Bird Sanctuary by my almost Buddhist, animal loving husband . Yesterday he rang up to see how our brave pigeon was getting on. Now I say brave because lets face it, attacked by the Sparrow Hawk, rescued and left in a dark box for a couple of hours, taken for a car ride, treated by sanctuary staff, visit to the vets . Let us face it he deserves to live!
Happily the prognosis is good , he has been to the vets and has a very nasty neck wound. All the blood that I had seen covering the left side of his face was from the neck wound and his little face was unscathed ! He is , not surprisingly feeling very sorry for himself but things are looking good for him. So it is fingers and wings crossed! I am still rooting for the boy!
Beautiful Roses their message plain , they were oh! so lovely when they came. Chocolates and champagne too such a handsome way to say “I love you” Sadly handsome is as handsome does and no one wants to make a fuss. But the message seems to fade away as tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.
The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall , the vase smashed, the flowers scattered as to the floor they fall. No good to offer soothing words screams and shouts are all that’s heard. The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .
Only half the tale is known the neighbours have no idea of the grief wreaked in this home. Things get worse she grabs a knife she’ll put an end to all this strife. She cuts him once she cuts him twice …” You need to learn to be be more nice ” she whispers with a smile. He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.
The police have been called more than once but she always manages to repel their response. The truth is they would not believe that the poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved. She carries no marks or bruises no, none at all for she is the one who abuses.
Her husband is a patient man who tries to please his wife the best he can . But she cannot be appeased nothing he does for her can make her pleased. She swears she loves him she swears it will change but week after week it is the same. He will do or say something wrong and her devil will be on him before long.
He has tried to leave her tried to go but she begged and weeped and carried on so, she promised she would get help. He cannot see any way out , he cowers in the corner as she screams and shouts. The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ……… then comes the usual banging at the door.
They burst in through the back gate like a summer breeze. Just the sight of their togetherness is enough to make me feel at ease.Laughing at the back door as I opened it looking for the keys.
Dropping in for lunch on route to a holiday, full of noisy chatter and lots of things to say. Lunch was a joint effort for the four of us a treat . Including all types of food it really was quiet a feat .
Talking loud well that always was his way but that does not worry her they seem like friends at play! We were not expecting them they’d rang the night before to say they that they would be dropping in today for a break on their way.
It was great to have a catch up so good for us all to meet. To see your children with their partners is really something sweet. Then with much a commotion forgetting this and that have you got this has he got that . Then all was quiet the hurricane past they drive off waving to their holiday at last….. Be happy, be loving to each other be true.
I have never been that special, never been the fashion Queen. I got myself some jeggings the best you’ve ever seen.They don’t look as tight as these but they are this lovely red and with them I am pleased!
My partner was not sure that they suited me, he said my tops did not look right so I went out and bought some, in fact I got more than three! I actually got five all shiny new and bright!
Last weekend I wore them to visit my son who lives by the sea. Walking down to the promenade he drove past and waved to me!
We met up with his friends and had a little chat very soon my son returned and as he arrived he said “Look at you mum rocking up in your red jeans’ Just filled my heart and me with pride!
Poor, poor Karen sat and cried, she had been left alone in the world her poor mother had died.
Don’t you cry pretty little thing, said the rich lady. I shall care for you my child you will not want for anything she said with a smile..
So from a humble start Karen grew to expect the best, the finest toys and cloths, this young maid lacked nought except perhaps a heart.
As the years went by the rich lady made sure she was schooled well she was an uncommon beauty, she stood out in a crowed, lovely she may appear but she had a cold heart and she was very proud.
One day Karen was out with her benefactor they past a special shop frequented mostly by dancers and actors. She spied some red ballet shoes the like she’d never seen, oh! she thought if only she had them she could be a queen
Her benefactor was wrapped around her finger she soon had the red shoes in her hands. She could not wait to put them on she knew the like of them could not be match in many lands. Karen wore the shoes to school, she wore them out to play. She shocked the whole town as she wore them to church every Sunday.
People tutted in corners they tutted behind their hands she should not wear red shoes to church God would not for the vain gloriousness stand. The rich lady begged Karen to take care to behave and to church not the red shoes wear. Karen new that everyone adored her shoes she knew that she was beautiful and that they adored her too??
The rich lady begged her to listen but Karen left her words unheeded. Very soon the rich lady became ill and Karen’s love and care she needed. Unfortunately for the rich lady Karen would not listen and rushed of to the town’s May Day Party. She arrived looking ravishing lips red as her shoes and eyes of blue that glisten.
A stranger who could dance
All eyes upon her as she entered, Karen was delighted she scanned the room and very soon on a handsome stranger her eyes alighted. He strode across the room and very soon they were dancing she loved the way he made her feet fly he was so fleet he had them prancing.
The evening flew by she never left his arms his eyes with hers were locked she surrendered to his charms. Then all at once he was gone and she was left bereft an uneasy feeling in her soul about something strange he had said.
“Oh! what wonderful ballet shoes” were the words that he had uttered to her shoes as they danced. Just before he left he had bent down and tapped her shoes and whispered “stick fast as you dance” As he left, her feet took a ballet stance and before she could stop herself she began to dance.
She dance around the other couples covering every inch of the floor she dance up and down the hall and then out of the door. She danced down the high street and through the grave yard cold where her darling mother lay in her coffin old. She danced around the parsons house and on the village green fear grip her as she realized she could not stop and she began to scream!
She danced home to the rich lady who on her death bed lay, “Oh! Karen dear I begged you not to leave me I begged of you to stay” Sadly her apologies went unheard as the dear rich lady slipped away.
Karen tried sitting she tried laying on the floor but her feet would not stop dancing and soon they danced her out the door. They danced her through the day and they danced her through the night. All failed that tried to remove the shoes they were certainly stuck on tight.
She missed the rich lady’s funeral and that truly pained her so, but her feet would not stop dancing and with them she had to go.They carried her asleep, they carried her awake. Through hedges and through houses, churches and mountain slope, across valleys and rivers she was desperate and lost all hope.
One night she came upon a cottage of a wood cutter and his wife she begged him so to chop off her feet and she would repay them all her life. At first the wood cutter did not want to comply with her will but his wife could see the poor girl’s state she looked so tired and ill.
her severed feet
They gave her a strong drink then the wood cutter chopped off her feet, the shoes jumped up and danced still as if they were still complete. They bound her stumps and soothed her still sleep came to claim her as her shoes and feet danced out the door.
Karen was true to her word she staid and help the wood cutters wife she was no longer proud or vain she prayed more and lived a righteous life. The wood cutter and his wife began to love Karen and she began to love them too.As a token of thanks the wood cutter made her wooden feet with shoes, he also made her crutches to help her get around, she was very grateful as her shoes and feet had gone no where to be found.
Having miss her benefactor’s funeral Karen decided she wanted to go to church and pray, to say good bye to her dear friend but the same thing happened every day! As soon as she approached the church the red shoes and her feet blocked the way.Each day she returned in tears the wife would comfort her, she knew the poor girl had such a lot to bare.
One day while sitting praying an angel came her way he lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her away.
In the arms of the angel
He took her to the church , he commanded her shoes to go away, he gentle put her in a pew and left her there to pray. She prayed for her forgiveness, she prayed for her benefactors soul she prayed for her poor mother she prayed to be made whole.
The angel smiled and told her some things are not to be asked for just then she saw her mother and the rich lady standing at the door. Before she realized it she was up and running to their side she was so very happy her heart was bursting from the inside. The angel, her mother and the rich lady too ascended up to heaven. Karen was delighted to be reunited with ones she loved and her feet … minus her shoes.
