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PROMPT May 4th

May the Fourth Be With You!

Write about a movie franchise or book series that you love.

         

         

         

Am I the only one objecting to the 'a' in today's prompt? Does this not infer a singular response as in one favourite movie franchise, or book series? Who only has one favourite? I've viewed many movies and read oodles of books that I enjoyed. Not one deserves to be the most memorable. Each had something that appealed to me. Not all movies have a sequel, or a franchise. Not all books have a series.

         When I first discovered I really liked to read and my family members referred to me as a bookworm with her nose always in a book, I devoured a most glorious book,Black Beauty. Oh, how I commiserated and identified with the main character and narrator, a horse. He described his life as he experienced it with other horses and various owners/masters. From an idyllic colthood he grew into a working horse. At the hands of different taskmasters he knew kindness and cruelty / neglect. No one broke his spirit. He persevered.

         Perhaps I fancied myself as Beauty's rescuer, or at the very least his admiring friend. I don't recall. I've never known the companionship of a horse. My parents were quick to point out the impracticalities of my living with a horse.

         First and most obvious fact, we lived, six of us in a house that had stairs. Did I believe a horse would climb stairs up to its bedroom? Would I be willing to forfeit my comfy bed? Had I not known about my mother's allergies? Did I comprehend how much a horse could eat and where would I obtain this fodder? Had I considered our neighbours' possible objections to a horse within town? Did I realize the effort required to clean up after a horse? Maybe the family dog would not take kindly to another animal in our home.

         I had to be content admiring Black Beauty from afar. Strange, but no one mentioned that this magnificent beast dwelled across the Atlantic Ocean in a country named England. I suppose my parents were saving that bit of information for their back-up argument. Just how would I have arranged his transport? I had no income, no allowance, no contacts in the shipping industry.

         As it happens, I do remember a series of books I enjoyed. The main character of this set of stories lived a bit closer to my home, but, alas, in an earlier time period. I'm writing about Anne of Green Gables. She grew up on Prince Edward Island while I lived in Ontario.

         I admired this girl's spunk. She had a never-say-die attitude. She knew all about the worries and efforts of attempting to fit in and be accepted. She, like me, did not always say, or do the right thing. We could both be impetuous. We could both be stubborn and resist apologies. We both misunderstood peer pressure. We both hated housework and chores. We'd rather be reading undisturbed.

         I suppose I'm still a bookworm, but I've learned that real life often interferes. The practical aspects of everyday life must be appeased. Sometimes, I must lift my nose from a book and breathe.