Narrations December 1, 2020

 

COTTON

I found myself, standing in a field, alone. I looked around myself and all I could see that stretched before my eyes was more and more tiny little plants. I knelt down to look at this strange plant. I studied it for quite a while, in it, when finally I noticed it looked fluffy as a cloud. Then the whole vast field was more clear to me, I looked all around me, and I was surrounded by tiny fluffy clouds. I crained my neck to see if any life was here, but I couldn’t find a sign of a bird chirping. I could only feel the slight breeze of the wind. And a whisper blowing up these tiny balls into the air. Spreading them all around me. 

SWAN ON THE THAMES

A boat glided smoothly across the water. The water  looked as though a mirror, but was disturbed by the boat slowly drifting by. In the distance one could see such a lovely sight. Birds a pure white. It gracefully glided in the water, its long white necks looking down into the mirror as though it were looking at its self in the mirror of water. 

KING GEORGE II

King George the 2nd, oh we can’t forget him, He was small, and wore a wig, like any other person… but would have the most strangest temper tantrums one would ever imagine. It made him quite a spectacle over all the other kings. Shaking his fists, Crying “Thieves! Scoundrells! Rascals!”  

And like a todollar would kick and throw his wig around, throwing his cape on the ground. And stamping on his wig in a full blown fit. This, my dear fellow is George the 2nd. And if you were ever to meet him, remember one thing. Never disrupt his sleep after meals. Alas, he is gone now, but you can still hear a slight yelling from his bedroom, and sometimes you can see a wig being thrown about.