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March 29, 2022 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Gimme shelter.

Seated girl with peacock. Ukranian fairy tale/1915 (USPD artist life, pub.date/COmmons.wikimedia.org)

Luckily overlooked and unseen, some bits have learned to hide in plain sight. (1915 fairy tale from Ukraine/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

A little bit of magic shouldn’t have to be looking for sanctuary.

The grandfather was having to hustle – and watch not tripping in the pasture – but he was able to keep up with the two young kids holding either of his hands – maybe working his shoulders a bit like a see-saw fulcrum – but certainly keeping up with the Running of the Littles. “Pamplona’s bulls had nothing on them,” he thought.

Yet he went down. Clutching his chest.

“Run, Addie. Run get mom. Now,” screamed the five year old boy as he shoved his younger sister back up the the hill.

Purposefully, he rubbed his hands together until warm, then wiggled them over his grandfather’s heart. “It will be OK, Paw-paw. Our hearts will beat as one. Beat together. As one. It’s gonna be OK, ” he said closing his eyes and feeling the sun in his cheeks.

His mother somehow avoided the numerous gopher holes as she flew down the hill followed closely behind by two men. The older man’s eyes were open and he seemed calm – objecting a bit to being loaded onto a rough canvas stretcher. Much slower did he ascend the hill suspended between the two men.

The little boy’s mom pulled the little boy back as the followed. “What happened?” she asked with concern.
“What did you do?”

He struggled to twist free of her hold as he answered, “Paw-paw fell and made a terrible noise and then was sort of breathing like a fish on the dock. I just told him to wait – you were coming. It would be OK.”

“What else?”

“I rubbed my hands together until they were really hot – like when Grandmother does when she says her eyes are very tired – then puts her warmed palms over her closed eyes and says they feel better. I rubbed my hands together really hard  and put my hands under his hoping to make him feel better.”

“Anything else? Did you see anything when you closed your eyes? Was it like when the tiny kitten got kicked by the horse? Did you say anything?”

He thought for a minute. Uncomfortable in the tight grip on his shoulders. “Just the sun –  it was really, really bright. As hot as summer. I said ‘Our hearts beat as one’. I have a very good heart, Mom.”

“Yes, you do,” she replied kissing the top of his head and releasing him. She watched as he raced up the hill and worried. How could she tell him? Make him understand. How to keep him safe. The world was changing. Knowledge was dangerous. “Yes, you have a good heart – and it will probably be what betrays you.”

Surely there’s sanctuary for this little bit of magic somewhere.

Children in front of cottage. 1909 Russian Empire fairy Tale (USPD artist life, publication date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Someplace where little miracles can wait until called.(1909 Russian Empire fairy tale/USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

I never know whether to hope no one ever finds the shelter or to hope someone does.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Woman in woods watching a soldier searching. ( Russian Federation, 1927 Fairy tale by Ivan Billibin 1876-1942 (USPD artist life, pub.date/ COmmons.wikimedia.org)

Until the World comes searching after realizing what was lost. (Russian Fed.1927 Fairy tale, ill. Ivan Billibin/USPD/ Commons.wikimedia.org)

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  1. Kate Crimmins / Mar 29 2022 7:03 am

    I don’t think I’ve heard that story before!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 29 2022 5:03 pm

      A simple little story about magic – miracles – and hope that’s been rattling around until its’ turn on the page. With the world so unstable, some are hoping that maybe a little bit of those are still lingering and are willing to help restore balance, order, and calm.
      Thanks for sneaking a peek

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  2. Ally Bean / Mar 29 2022 8:29 am

    A new story for me. I do know about warming your hands and putting the palms over your eyes. As for a good heart betraying you, yep. No act of kindness goes unpunished– and all that.

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  3. Pied Type / Mar 29 2022 10:11 am

    What a sweet, sad story. Almost makes you wish children never had to grow up.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 29 2022 5:09 pm

      Childhood has it’s own magic….like the kid who saw true and blurted out that the Emperor had no clothes. (and these days probably gets yelled at for being rude / mean.)
      It’s worth the eternal battle to let kids have a childhood as long as possible – the world is enough with us too soon.
      Thanks for the timeless remark

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  4. Anne Mehrling / Mar 29 2022 7:54 pm

    Beautifully written!

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  5. sustainabilitea / Mar 29 2022 8:29 pm

    A little magic never comes amiss. 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 30 2022 12:39 pm

      It’s hiding here and there – and with luck will be an everlasting wonder to be stumbled upon at the least expected times.
      Thanks for slipping by

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  6. Spinster / Mar 29 2022 8:30 pm

    I hope nothing happened to Grandpa 😦

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 30 2022 12:37 pm

      Not unless the kid was ratted out and the superstitious villagers came with torches and pitchforks. Just a little piece of fiction that’s been standing in the wings and finally wanted time on the stage
      Thanks for getting into it!

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  7. disperser / Mar 29 2022 9:09 pm

    Nice story of innocence and love . . . I can’t agree “knowledge is dangerous” but it’s a minor quibble.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 30 2022 12:35 pm

      This could be the opening of a longer piece – if, as the story continually nags, if a certain author would only focus – and had time.
      The danger probably all depends on the perspective of the character – and the reader. The word “knowledge” probably should have been capitalized to vaguely suggest Olde Wisdom / healing that has been superstitiously feared.
      As in many a short short tale, vagueness leads to open-end so the interpretation is left to readers who can conclude/write the ending themselves?
      Appreciate you stopping by and kind words – comments from talented writers are always delightful

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  8. shoreacres / Mar 31 2022 5:40 am

    It’s great fun that you posted this at the same time that a certain magical flamingo made its appearance. I’ve always thought that the telling of a story’s as important as the story itself. There’s such a difference between a grandmother [parent,teacher,friend] telling a story to an enraptured child and that same child reading the same story on a “device”, isolated and alone.

    Speaking of magic, I know where there’s a field of bluebonnets in Kemah — at the intersection of 96 and Lawrence Road. I’ll be in touch with the details.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 31 2022 12:41 pm

      Lawrence Is colorful – a Molly fav. route! I think she sniffs out little miracles and magical places. Cats probably do too, no doubt, but in Cheshire fashion they smuggle keep it to themselves…cats prefer the “discovery” instructional technique?
      between Floyd and the Bluebonnets/dandelions maybe there’s a little attempt to poke people to say “Hey, I know things look bad and unstable, but there are still a few miracles here and there….”
      Thanks for coasting in to chat

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