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Pause, I pray, to hear this yarn of calm
Written by: Natliya
Date: Thursday, July 25th, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone
How many annals are writ? How many novels are tucked in neat rows? When last, good adventurer, did you pause to hear of ...
...A fox once saw a cluster of grapes hanging from a tall vine. Seeing that they were plump and ripened, the fox thought, "Oh, yes. I shall have those grapes!" and, upon leaping for the grapes, the silly fox found that foxes were never meant to achieve such a height. So, looking upon the grapes in disgust, the fox cried out, "Ay! And it is fair and well that I did 'not' fetch them," cursed the fox bitterly, "For those grapes are surely sour as I am short!"
...An old farmer was tending his fields, when his only horse ran away. All the neighbors gathered to comfort him and said, "That's dreadful." The old farmer replied, "Maybe, maybe not." The horse came back the next day with five wild horses. The neighbors all rejoiced, "That's wonderful!" The old farmer replied, "Maybe, maybe not." The next day, the farmer's son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, fell off, and broke his leg. The neighbors all said, "That's horrible." The farmer answered, "Maybe, maybe not." That evening, the guard came looking for soldiers and rejected the old farmer's son because the son's leg was broken. The neighbors, of course, called that it was "wonderful, really the best!" The old farmer replied with a smile, "Maybe, maybe not."
...A willow tree was once weeping by the river of its upbringing. Nearby, a field of lilies were intrigued, and asked the old willow, "why do you cry?" The willow answered, "For I am alone." The lilies protested, "But we are here! We are here!" This infuriated the old willow, who replied scornfully, "Look you, there- do you not bow and bob even now with the breeze? You are neither constant, nor shall you be here when the wind is most shrill!" Hushed, the lilies had no choice but to do as the willow prophesied.
Ah, but these are childish musings.
Come, approach me. Permit me, I beg, to tell you of True stories. These fantastic yarns woven from all different threads shall comfort your very soul, and make your heart beat like it is whole. I, in turn, shall eagerly hear the tales you have to share.
Come, come-- let us speak?
~/\/
Natliya.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 806 AF.
Pause, I pray, to hear this yarn of calm
Written by: Natliya
Date: Thursday, July 25th, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone
How many annals are writ? How many novels are tucked in neat rows? When last, good adventurer, did you pause to hear of ...
...A fox once saw a cluster of grapes hanging from a tall vine. Seeing that they were plump and ripened, the fox thought, "Oh, yes. I shall have those grapes!" and, upon leaping for the grapes, the silly fox found that foxes were never meant to achieve such a height. So, looking upon the grapes in disgust, the fox cried out, "Ay! And it is fair and well that I did 'not' fetch them," cursed the fox bitterly, "For those grapes are surely sour as I am short!"
...An old farmer was tending his fields, when his only horse ran away. All the neighbors gathered to comfort him and said, "That's dreadful." The old farmer replied, "Maybe, maybe not." The horse came back the next day with five wild horses. The neighbors all rejoiced, "That's wonderful!" The old farmer replied, "Maybe, maybe not." The next day, the farmer's son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, fell off, and broke his leg. The neighbors all said, "That's horrible." The farmer answered, "Maybe, maybe not." That evening, the guard came looking for soldiers and rejected the old farmer's son because the son's leg was broken. The neighbors, of course, called that it was "wonderful, really the best!" The old farmer replied with a smile, "Maybe, maybe not."
...A willow tree was once weeping by the river of its upbringing. Nearby, a field of lilies were intrigued, and asked the old willow, "why do you cry?" The willow answered, "For I am alone." The lilies protested, "But we are here! We are here!" This infuriated the old willow, who replied scornfully, "Look you, there- do you not bow and bob even now with the breeze? You are neither constant, nor shall you be here when the wind is most shrill!" Hushed, the lilies had no choice but to do as the willow prophesied.
Ah, but these are childish musings.
Come, approach me. Permit me, I beg, to tell you of True stories. These fantastic yarns woven from all different threads shall comfort your very soul, and make your heart beat like it is whole. I, in turn, shall eagerly hear the tales you have to share.
Come, come-- let us speak?
~/\/
Natliya.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 806 AF.