Thursday, August 30, 2007

Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was an accident-prone bumblebee. She made origami cranes and was heartily sick of "bumble" puns. She wore scuffed purple knee-pads she'd inherited from a friend who was into skating. The kneepads were kind of embarrassing, but most of the time she was alone, and it saved on bruises to her fuzzy black knees.

The way she saw the world tended to make everything more than it was. She'd get overwhelmed and bump into things. She preferred the small exact folds in her tiny coloured squares of paper, plain and patterned, covered with four-petaled flowers or stripes or diamonds, which were suddenly birds. One fold at a time.

When she looked around her house, she saw many more cranes than there really were, a folded faceted flock of thousands. She smiled.

Moral: for the bruises, wear knee-pads. Otherwise, your eyes are fine.


kookaburra said...

O I love the clumsy bee. If only her tale were longer still.

Scrivener said...

Thanks for this.