A fairy tale for the Writer's Cramp. |
Once upon a time there lived a lad named Leafy Green. He lived in an English castle with a King and Queen. He would pull the rope that raised the drawbridge o’er the moat; an evil gnome beneath the bridge always got his goat. “You cannot lift the bridge!” the evil gnome said one day; “It’s too heavy for you lad, your strength has gone away!” Leafy Green began to cry, his doubts began to grow; but then he heard a pleasant voice coming from below. It was a catfish in the moat who heard Leafy cry; “I can hear your sadness lad, I have to wonder why.” “Oh fish, it’s that evil gnome who tells me that I can’t!” Leafy spoke more to the fish—it was much like a rant. “Don’t let the gnome decide your course—success rests on you!” “When someone tells you that you can’t, you say, I can do!” “Those words that come are negative, they have little weight;” “It’s what’s inside you that’s of worth, that decides your fate.” When hearing this, the evil gnome backtracked to the dark; (his little ears concluded that the words were too stark.) The catfish twitched a whisker and submerged with a splash; Leafy Green was of the mindset that his tears were rash. Leafy Green took to heart what the catfish had spoken; he ignored what the gnome said, his will was not broken. Leafy Green lifts the bridge and he’s very delighted; those that enter are happy that they’ve been green-lighted. 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp 9-16-19 |