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Mother Goose and the Weary World

The story section of my blogs is back.

Mother goose

Once upon a time there lived a dwarf named Ernest. He was usually a happy fellow, but today he was sitting in his cottage looking out at the world. He sighed deeply. The trees were bare, and the sky was the color of ash. The river was even grayer than the sky. All the world's creatures were huddled in their homes, gloomy and bored. Oh, the world was a miserable place! Ernest shivered and turned to the hearth and tossed another log on the fire. Up flew sparks, and Ernest smiled in sympathy at the sight of Purr, his half-blind cat, creeping closer to the fire. He petted his shaggy dog, Elmer. "What shall we do with all this gray and cold, my little friends?" Ernest asked. "What can we do to brighten the world?"Ernest always seemed to be taking care of someone, especially the old and the ill, and now he wanted more than anything to make the world happy, to bring back the sun and the glow of the world, to feel the energy of the earth, but everything felt still and barren. Purr curled herself into a ball, sad to see Ernest so disheartened, and Elmer wagged his tail, hoping this might cheer the dwarf, but it did not. Just then, two angels, Evelyn and Eleanor, flew over the cottage, and they swooped low and peered into their favorite dwarf's window. Ernest opened the window to greet them. "Hello, Evelyn and Eleanor, hello ..." "What's wrong?" Evelyn asked. "You look so sad." "And you're never sad," Eleanor said. "Never," Evelyn agreed. "Something's wrong with the world," Ernest said. "There's been no sun for months, and everything is oh-so-gray and bare. The world seems miserable." The angels shook their heads, the

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golden curls on their heads dancing, but their rosy faces, always so light and beautiful, had turned a little bit ashen, and they sighed, too. "The world can't sleep," Eleanor said, "so it's feeling out of sorts." "The world is just plain weary," Evelyn concluded. At that moment they all heard a crack in the sky, and then came a rolling roar from somewhere in the distance, and the trees began to shake, and Ernest's little cottage rocked. Smoke swept out of the hearth into the room. Purr coughed, and Elmer sneezed, and Ernest gasped, but then, just as suddenly, the shaking and roaring stopped, and everything was still again. "What was that?" Ernest asked the angels. "That was a yawn," Evelyn said. "The world is yawning." Ernest's misery deepened. He desperately wanted to do something to help the world, but he did not know how. He was, after all, very small, and the world was quite large. "What can I do?" he asked Evelyn and Eleanor. "If you want to help the world," the angels said, "you must walk to the land of dead leaves and then on to the world of frozen sunbeams. There you'll find a woman known as Mother Goose. Ask her if she would be kind enough to put the world to bed. If you can find her, she will be able to help." The prospect of doing something cheered Ernest a little, and so he dressed in his warm clothing and set off for the land of dead leaves. He walked for a long time. Suddenly he heard the crackling of leaves beneath his feet, and he realized he had arrived. He was exhausted, but he said aloud, "I will not stop," and on he walked, chanting as he walked, determined to reach the land of the frozen sunbeams. Oh, he

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was tired, nearly as tired as the world itself. Finally he reached a place where everything was dazzling and gleaming, glistening and shimmering. Beneath his feet the ground felt cold and hard. "This must be the place," he said, and he heard the sound of honking and flapping wings above him as a flock of geese flew overhead. "Hellooo ... please, where's your Mother Goose?" But the geese just flew past, and the poor dwarf began to weep. "I'm lost," he said aloud. "It's no use. I'll never find her." "You're not lost," a voice said, and when Ernest looked up he was staring at the kindly face of an old woman, with rosy cheeks and dimples, and the brightest eyes he'd ever seen. And she was sitting on the back of an enormous goose - a goose such as no one in this world has ever seen. "Mother Goose!" Ernest said, for he knew this must be she. "Won't you please help put the world to sleep? The poor world is exhausted, but it can't seem to sleep." "Of course I'll help," Mother Goose said, and she began to pluck feathers from the back of her huge goose. These she began to toss and scatter about her, and Ernest was lost in a sea of flying white feathers. "There you go!" Mother Goose cried. "There you are, kind dwarf." The way was difficult, but Ernest traveled back home, and when at long last he reached the river and his little cottage, he saw that the world was no longer gray. Instead, it was covered in a thick, white blanket, and Ernest smiled with happiness. "Purr," he told his cat, "now we can sleep, and so can the world. After a while Mother Goose will lift her blanket, and the world will be rested and fresh." And so it was that Ernest and Elmer and Purr closed their eyes, and like everyone else, they slept contentedly, dreaming of the spring to come.

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