D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

little red hen
glad to catch you I wont be blogging now until the last week of the month
is work the routine little red?

LOL!!

Too much rain getting your socks soggy? ;o)

The Hen is upset? My-my. Don't tell me someone has been goofing off around the henhouse!

Shalom

I don't know wether to be amused or scared!

One thing I do know is that I cracked up....so I hope it's the former and not the latter! :o)

Ok. The Hen scares me.

Yeah, tell me about it. ;-)

"Once upon a time......."

....in a land far far away lived a cat with as many names as she had moods. Though her real name was Jasmine to many she was simply known as Your Highness; to others she was....well let's just say some names were not very kind. Her closest friends however,called her Jazzy.

To the casual observer Jasmine appeared to be a typical cat, but looks can be deceiving. Jasmine was anything but typical. She was......

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....actually the reincarnation of a particularly spoiled princess who had begged her daddy to behead so many people who displeased her, that she ended up living in her castle all alone, eating nothing but raw carrots from the garden because she was too lazy to cook.

One fine day while she was digging in her garden for yet another carrot, an old woman came hobbling up to the gate with a cunning little basket over her arm....

*****

At first Jasmine tried to ignore this person who dared come to her garden unannounced. “How impertinent” she thought haughtily, “one just does not invite themselves into the presence of royalty without being announced. After all, there are protocols to be maintained.” She was about to say something horrid when she remembered that there was no one left to announce visitors. Not only that but, due to her hateful behavior, she had been turned into a cat and could no longer speak people.

Suddenly she realized she had no idea what to do is such a situation so she took a deep breath and tried to remember the manners her grandmother, the Queen Mum, had tried so hard to teach her years ago. Finally she managed a rather feeble smile and said “meow, meow” which everyone knows is “How do you do.” in cat language.

The old woman smiled in return, but said nothing. Instead she opened the gate and entered the garden where she hobbled over to the royal bench and sat down. Ignoring Jasmine she adjusted the cover on her basket. Jasmine was tempted to order her from the garden immediately, but she was a rather curious sort and wanted desperately to see the contents of the old woman’s basket. She was rather hoping for a tasty morsel of some sort; perhaps a bit of fish. Oh how she longed for a taste of mackerel or herring after her endless diet of carrots! She would try one more time to communicate with this unusual visitor. “Meow, meow, meow” asked Jasmine in her friendliest tone. That would be “What is in your basket?” for those of you who don’t speak cat.

Suddenly the old woman spoke “I have in my basket the very thing you need to be a princess again if you are willing to pay the price.” Slowly she pulled back the cover....


Your turn! :)