Once Upon A Sound

Once Upon A Sound,

there was a lovely little girl. She lived in a little town, that had little people, that made very little sound. The trees could be heard shuffling their leaves, that encircled the town.

Every breeze, you could hear those leaves, but inside the city, there was another pretty sound, the sound of a little girl, who could whistle. She made violin sounding whistles, piano sounding whistles, and even some of the towns favorite songs Brush the Bush is a town classic.

Her beautiful sound, was the only other sound the city tolerated. Every day, at 8 of the day, she whistled away. When she would walk around, talk around, or shop around, every one knew exactly where she was by the sound of her beautiful whistle.

She made sounds that no one else heard, and she made it in ways the every one loved.

Until one day, the whistling stopped.

Her name was Anabelle, and she tried and tried, but could not. She put her two lips together, and tried to have a little peep, but no sound could escape.

“Oh my oh my, what is going on?” she asked herself.

The town, who hasn’t had a mirror in over a hundred years in the city, had to rely on others to see something within themselves. So Anabelle rushed over to the first person she could see.

“Hello Tom, I can’t whistle today, can you tell me what’s wrong? Look” she pursed her lips, and, nothing. No sound.

Tom courteously replied “Well, it does seem like there is something definitely wrong here. Your lips are all dried up! Here, I have some lip balm, you can put it on and get’on whistling again!”

Tom handed her the magic lip balm, and voilà, Anabelle was able to whistle again!

What song would Anabelle whistle next?

Should Anabelle sing?

What causes chapped lips?

Can you whistle?

The Caronicles – III

…With that, started the free ride exchange, where all kinds of insects would seek out the small taxi, and would have their stories prepared for the ride..!

One ride, on a particular day, with a particular particled, little bee, lost its wings, you see.

The bee had somewhere to be, but had a great story to tell, on how it lost the ability to use its wings,and now was down to, well, the taxi vee.

The veehicle, that we call a car, that is now a taxi, you see, do you see? Close your eyes, you’ll see it. The color will be like a beetles back, any one you see, or want to see, will be on the stack.

This vee, took in this bee, into it’s backseat, for a story, but this story, in unlike any story, as the heavens themselves are a part of this story.

The bee came in, and nestled in the seat, a bit awkward for a bee to sit, but it managed. It put it’s legs on the floor, but the other on the seats, but the other on the ceiling, and well, one on its head, it was thinking.

“Oh yes!” the bee said “this is where it all began.”

Once Upon A Time,

I was a small baby, but the thing about being a baby, is that there’s nothing really I could see. I couldn’t move, well, as a matter of fact, I was completely covered in honey! It was crazy!! But that’s how we live as babies, we live like that, we survive like that.

When I came out of the honey, the first thing I wanted to do was fly. I had no idea what flying was, I didn’t even know that I could, but what I knew, is that I wanted to.

There was an issue though, my wings, they had honey in them. AND I COULDN’T GET IT OFF!!

I wiggled, I jiggled, but that stuff was really, really sticky! I couldn’t believe it! I needed help, and as soon as I thought about it, a fellow bee came to help me. It started licking me!

“Can you believe it? It was licking me? UGH!”

Well, anyways, it worked, and I was dry as a bee! So I flew away, out into the wilderness. I’ve never seen a flower before, and my first time seeing one, well, it was love.

The immense power that a flower has, is incredible.

On my first flight, I went in any direction, as I mostly would look up, because I couldn’t believe that there was these white holes in the sky, and that they would move. I was afraid that the blue of the sky would start leaking on me, so I started flying really, really fast!

The faster I went, the less I knew where I was.

Then, two things happened, at first I got hungry, and then second, I saw a purple dot hovering in the middle of a field.

“How odd I thought, things don’t hover, bees hover! Anyways, let me continue.”

This purple thing, it  got bigger, as I got closer. Then, the shape started to make more sense to me. It had a long green leg, just one, connecting it directly to the ground, one long loop of green shiny beauty. One arm was directly in the middle of it, kind of like it got its hand flattened out, and was connected to its leg, no thumbs, no fingers, well, as I got closer, there was many fingers and thumbs, but they were all inside, a slightly lighter color than the rest.

Then the purple hovering head, there’s layers to this head, that are beyond majestic, than fanned out from the center, almost to infinity, layer upon layer of lighter and lighter purple towards the center.

The closer I got, the more details emerged of this hovering purple dot in the middle of the field. But all those details meant so little to the intoxicating smell that grabbed me by the antennae, almost like a signal. Buzzing from the center of the purple layers, my entire body wanted to be there. Calling me, grabbing my soul, I had to go.

“Oh! This is my stop! I must go to work now!” The bee said.

The car honked, and a meter was flashing on the dashboard, full red, and like an alarm; the toll has not been paid yet.

“Let me finish up real quick!”

When I approached the purple layers, my legs were shaking at the possibility of being inside, but inside where? I had no idea! Slowly I  let myself put my feet down onto a few layers, and they were like velvet. They were the things that my life was missing, but almost always knew I needed, in one small touch, they were like invitations, that if my feet left them, they would be willing to take me back to their petals of goodness. Stepping towards the center, my entire vision was surrounded by purple. I could not, but could not see anything but purple.

I was in a purple dream of softness. I crawled down into the center of this magnificent, beautiful creation.

Once I submerged myself into the fours walls of this purple softie, I saw beautiful, stunning stems of yellow, holding these puffy rocks that looked like they could fly away if my breath came too close to them. I was shielded from any elements from the outside, including the sky. The only thing that came into the center was any light that got pushed on the the purple curtain walls, causing a strong purple charmed light to shine through. I loved every second of it.

The yellow gold-like rocks had an odor that was extremely familiar. It smelled like honey, but raw. Mixed with a few others that were a delight to my senses. The smells surrounded me, and gave meaning to who I was, to the thoughts of what I am, and everything that I could be. It was so intense how my body was being guided on this journey of my life through my nose, through this yellow gold.

I loved every second of it. So I stuffed as much of those yellow rocks on my furry belly as I could, and wanted to bring them home to be able to show the rest of my family.

After a few moments, my belly looked like a golden rocky driveway. I was covered in those pebbles! And I smelled great! I could rub these things all over me all day!

Trying to fly away, I couldn’t get off the ground! So I needed to jump a tad in the air, then I could hover around a bit, but I was way too heavy! I kept falling down to the ground, and I couldn’t get myself to fly, and I could definitely not drop any of these precious rocks.

I had a big dilemma, and that’s when I decided to come in your taxi! Everyone is raving about you! What a coincidence that I could tell you my story as well!

“And now, here I am, right at my colony! Thank you!”

Honk Honk! The taxi replied.

 

 

A Needle, Timber

Once Upon A Time,

there was a needle, Little Timber, who enjoyed life, very much. The thing about Timbers life, is that he passes through thread all day, and all night. He gets a small, very small string that goes inside his hand (he only has one) and with the help of a little knot, he held on tight.

Timber helped guide many small threads in the wounds of clothes, and helped get a fresh start in life. He helped them, guided them, and made them feel uniquely at ease with the way that he could push through material, and bind them together.

In the end, when he needed to sleep after all that work, he was placed in a velour lined box, that was so soft for his pointy self.

He loved his mornings, when a light would shine through the box, and slightly wake him up, then the calm, familiar footsteps that would head towards him, then the slow lift of the box, that would be elevated from it’s resting point, placed on the thighs of the needle master.

The lid would slowly open, and the light would come gushing through, making Timber sparkle like a star.

Wearing a glove, a special glove, the needle master would pick him up, and calmy, warmly look at him .

She would start humming a gentle tune, and place the thread through him, and get to work fixing wounded clothing.

All kinds of clothes would come to Timber, pants, shirts, skirts, socks, boxers, I mean, if you can think of it, Timber repaired it.

Timber loved being in good hands, and he love seeing the joy on so many faces when they would come get their clothes, good as new! Their smiles too!

Timber loved being a part of the threads that kept people loving their clothes. He kept them together, and he loved what he could do. He loved everything about what he was, what he is, and what he could do. Loved it!

When Timber would have his box closed at night, he would sleep tight, knowing a good job was done.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed every minute of his slumber.

This night, is not like any other, though.

In the middle of the night, Timber got his box rattled. Things got real, really fast! His box shook for about 2 minutes, then stopped, then he heard voices, people talking, and some people sounding really, really worried.

Timber didn’t know what to do, so he pressed his ear on the box, to hear a bit better. He heard more people.

A man said:

This is great, but we need to do something, now. Can you help?

Then, a woman said:

I have a special needle, that can do anything.  Just you wait and see.

The box opened, and Timber could see what was happening. There were doctors, a woman on a table, and a beautiful baby, in the hands of the doctor, in a wonderfully comfortable looking blanket.

Timber was heading straight for the thread, a bit softer than usual, and a bit thicker too. The needle master started waving him around, in a fast, repetitive pattern, putting the threads into each other, instead of into something to be fixed.

Timber was creating an article of clothing, his very first, for this wonderful baby. Timber made sure to be extra pointy to be able to precisely put the threads where they needed to be, and make them extra strong!

Moments passed, and hard work being done, Timber finished his very first piece of clothing.

It was a one piece, the most comfortable, simple, amazing thing he’s ever seen.

The doctor immediately slipped in on the beautiful baby, and by doing so, the babies eyes slowly started closing, and went to sleep. The baby was at peace, and comfortable.

The needle master kissed Timber, gave him a caring caress, and put him back in the box.

The lid closing, Timber felt enormous pride, and now could go back to sleep, having done a job well done.

His first piece of clothing, he felt really, really special, and we all know, that he will repair it, and make it grow with the baby!

The Pillowcase

Once Upon A Time,

there was a small pillowcase. This pillowcase, being a tad on the yellow side, from it’s original pristine white, had lumps here, and a few lumps there.

The lumps formed a small chest, small little lumps of feet, and a odd shaped bump of a head. Each extremity had darker spots than all the rest, probably from walking, or touching so much. The pillowcase had a clean head, which didn’t go with the rest of its body. A little odd if you ask me.

The pillow, that was a case, harbored a few lumps of this, and a few lumps of that, but nothing like a real pillow. Nothing that it was bound to.

Sometimes, and this was quite rare, sometimes this pillowcase was empty. When it was, if there was wind, it would go with the wind, and had no way of coming back.

When the pillowcase would land somewhere, usually caught by a branch or a bush, slowly, it would catch debris, and fill its body. One piece at a time, it would become whole. It could be a branch, a piece of dirt, slowly feet would form, hands, in lumpy form.

Once filled, it would stand, and be whole again.

It was a cloudy day, the day it filled itself.

The biggest enemy of its life is rain. When it would rain, the cloth would become heavy, it would put an enormous weight on its limbs, and would eventually not be able to move.

It would lie on the ground, wherever it was, and wait on the sun. It’s sad, because often things would run over him. Small things at first, like a bug, an ant, but if it was even in the street, or on a sidewalk, much larger, and heavier things would stomp, step, ride over the cloth.

This tragedy, repeated, was something that was a regular occurrence. It happened quite often.

Today though, is not every other day.

With his body full, and able to move. The clouds up above, the pillowcase looked for cover. Anything, to weather out the rain. A roof, a tree, something.

The lump up top looked right, looked left, and saw a majestic tree in the distance. Big leaves, large trunk, with what seemed to be a hole in the center, a perfect hiding space.

The clouds moved in fast, a little too fast for the Egyptians cottons comfort. He ran, well, actually, wobbled, its way there. With the rapid movements, the pillowcase lost a bit of debris, that would fall to the ground. Bits and pieces of itself lost, forever, in the search for survival, but for the moment comfort.

It wasn’t  in survival mode just as of yet.

Grass under the cotton, it was a bit moist. Weighing down its movements. It tried to skimper up as much as possible, but only succeeded to thin out a bit. It still had a bit too much cotton exposed to avoid water being soaked up.

The tree came more and more into focus, but so did the clouds.

The tree looked more and more comforting, and more and more like a savior. The pillowcase would be saved by the dryness, and the security of this green, very leafy tree. Branches reached out in all directions, as if the tree was trying to stretch out its limbs as far as it could. The top of the tree had a few branches sticking upright, but mostly they fanned out to the sides, like arms with leaves instead of hair. In the middle of the tree, like a bellybutton outstretched, was a massive hole, that was thin at the top, and wide at the bottom. A perfect perch.

Underneath the tree there was no grass, just dry dirt, and it made a perfect circle under the tree. To the pillow, the dirt was clouds from the heavens.

A drop from the skies hit the head of the pillowcase. It was nervous now. It picked up its pace. Faster, it ran. Faster, it needed to be dry. Faster and faster and faster.

Reaching the dirt under the tree, it was like reaching the clouds of the gods. The first step sent a cloud of dry dirt into the air, like a warm welcoming hug from the ground. The second step sent up even more happiness. It was heaven. A dry place, a comfort like no other.

It fell to the ground, not because it tripped, or because of an accident, but more like a hug. With both arms extended while falling, it fell into the ground with a smile. Happy, it picked up some of the dirt, and filled itself slightly with it. It is now a part of this tree. It’s now becoming more like a home, than just a place.

This place, welcomed it, and gave itself to the pillowcase without even a struggle.

It was home, this tree, now, is home.