Spinning Yarns
Jimmy warned Pinks of her dangerous inclinations
of chugging too close to the capricious edge, but she kept laughing
and refused to listen until she skid and bounced down the hill.
Jimmy retrieved her in an unrecognisable state with a torn coat,
ripped pinafore and a muddy face, ready to be brandished
by her strictest paternal Aunt-a Betsy Trotwood of sorts!
The six year old whimpered and babbled, wiping her tears,
"A big black bear had been chasing us, so we ran down the hill".
"Why down hill?" "Because his long hair covers his eyes and then he can't see.
So while chasing us he got blind and rolled like a football and drowned
in the big ravine below". Aunt held back her smile, "But Jimmy's clothes aren't torn?"
Pinks beamed, "He's a boy, and strong boy's clothes don't tear!"
The next day they climbed a ladder leading to the forbidden roof where
Aunt had kept her red chillies to dry, it being a warm sunny day. When she returned
from the market, she was shocked to see her miscreants and carried the ladder away.
"Aunt dear, please listen, the monkeys were eating the chillies, so we........................."
May 16, 2016
For Casarah Nance
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