A Short Story

Once upon a light filled, flower dripped river valley, in a far away Sunday afternoon, lived a great big Whispering Secret. It was very turbulent and pressing. One day it met a Surprise Wind and they got along like a natural reflex and a melodious harmony.

They decided to travel to the land of Instability and Instancy because Secret had a way of tuning in and recognizing important needs of people.

On their way, they tripped over many strong, deep tree roots, six devious trolls, and one very strange, tricky alligator and because of that, they used their combined wit and zeal to get there more quickly.

When they arrived at The Field, they called for a celebration of victory, and gathered all the rosebuds, children who hadn’t forgot how to play, and all the striped water balloons one could fine.

Then, they got very tired and all took a nap there in The Field, under the cool shade of the Trees and Grassy Knowls. There wasn’t a single head that wasn’t resting soundly on another’s stomach.

When they woke up, they were befuddled to see that all the children had upped and gone away. In great devotion, they thought endlessly with their close companion Eastern Hope, and after days of rolling around in the Field, letting themselves be covered with grass stains, they decided to stay and make home with the children who forgot, in the land of Instability and Instancy. Both Whispering Secret and Surprise Wind learned that all children need helpful reminders from time to time to remember who they truly are and what they are wonderfully made for, and they decided that from then on, it would remain their prioritized, heavy passion to stay and remind,     remind,     remind.

the end.