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The Bush Meeting: A Short Fairy Tale
Chapter 1: Visiting the Aunt and Uncle
The trains whistle proceeded with a highly sensitive noise within the air as the smoke blew past the window with an air that left a lot to an imaginative young mind that saw their very reflective outcome of unexpected traditional circumstances. Just staring outside the window was a blonde haired girl of eight years with bright blue eyes and a sense of particularly astounding knowledge of an incredibly adventurous personality and her name was Jane Sympathy. The handful of people who knew her from her parents back in the other end of the countryside and she was heading further south to stay with her Aunt Anna and Uncle Bell. Every single view Jane had on the world was of a caring and empathetic one, the type that an equally handful amount of people, could see as pretentiouslly irritating but others would view as beautifully mesmerising and thankfully grateful that someone had such a positive outlook in what they would call a miserable and dreary old world. She was sitting beside a wrinkly elderly women who looked as she could talk endlessly of stories in relation to her upbringing and family to perhaps a political discussion and what she firmly believed although Jane didn't care much for the matter but still loved to hear others talk and make conversation. It made them feel genuinely human instead of another passenger on the train keeping to themselves. Jane was thirteen and questioned at first whether she should but decided she did this before and everything turned out fine and attempted to start a wonderful talk of anything and everything. She turned, slightly stuttering and with nothing but innocent curiosity in her eyes and said "So what made you hop on the train on this fine sunny afternoon?". Jane was right, it was a very fine sunny afternoon and as they passed the field heading further to some trees and extensive bushes was bursted by the sunlight with miniscule sweat drips on some people and other people delighted at the very prospect that sunshine had came. They could leave their homes and proceed with an exploration. Jane was that anyway. The old lady replied "My dear young child. I think the question is is what is someone as young as you travelling on her own on a train." Despite the fact she looked tired, the elderly women was friendly and talked perfectly splendid. "Oh. My mum is busy working at a clothes making factory and my father is signing autographs at a book publishing house. He's an author you know. He mostly studies historical events but but but he had some stories too, I promise, but they're also always set in those time periods. But .. but he does love to read stories, I promise, I would be disappointed in him if he didn't. Distraught!" The elderly women was in immediate intrigue at not only the child's odd and excellently expressive way of speaking but also the very fact of an anxious feeling that she has a lot of feelings buried underneath, a realm of buried feelings and was in impeccable fear that she didn't share them with many people due to the speed in her talking. The elderly women decided to simply smile and go back to a nap and the child looked back out at the window. They were past the trees now and just ahead the rest of the countryside came into view and sight including a farm, a small market shop and a few stands selling honey and jam. Jane loved jam and if it was in the boundaries of hopeful allowance, due to her passionate love of jam, would of happily paid the nice looking old man six chilins for just one taste of that deliciously scrumptious looking jam.
The train finally stopped and Jane looking out the window at the busy line and que of people who resided besides the train. Jane slightly giggled at the train conductor's reaction to all the noise. You could see he had an enormously aganosing headache but his way of expressing it was by muttering soft curses under his breath and then he sneezed to reveal snot all over his uniform and this made him say the curse out loud to the point everyone was silent and some in shameful shock at the conductor's due to their children, some under the age of five, being picked off of the train. But their quiet couldn't help but relieve the conductor and said "Thank the lord if ever there was one. Something made you all shut up. This is a train station, not a playground. Damn humans. Mistake!" Jane adored his personality although wasn't a good deal fond of the fact that he could be unimaginative since they tended to be bland and repetitive in her fantastically positive eyes. She had brought her notebook with her as she saw two friendly looking folks and it was her aunt and uncle. Her aunt had grey hair and spectacles while her uncle had a walking stick and chubby cheeks. An uncle of fun and an aunt of spirit and love. "Oh I'm so happy to see you Aunt Anna and Uncle Bell." they both laughed in abasaloute delight that they were together. When they got to their house that was located on a farm of beautiful animals that lacked any prejudice against anything and so Jane as well as her aunt and uncle admired all of nature of innocence for and sat down to have eggs, bacon and sausages. Jane was home, was happy and as always was happy for what tomorrow's tale would be.
Chapter Two: The White Hat in the Woodland
Soon the very next day, without apology or any need for concessions, she freely went out after breakfast and getting dressed to play in the woodland nearby that was covered with beautiful varieties of blossom filled flowers of yellow dandelions and roots that twirled and went sideways and was more than a relaxingly peaceful with a continious lack of devastation and nothing but wonder and gloriously prestine to an imaginative free spirit such as Jane. She was curious to see that just behind her eyes, she could of swore she saw someone else but then blinked and thought she might of not been there but set out behind her to investigate nevertheless. She was one for social occasions, especially with one that was of the same age. It looked like a slightly younger girl though and when she popped her head behind a tree that had it's own pathway she saw there was in fact a girl making a fire all by herself with a white dress, white hat and red cheeks. "Hello." Jane said shyly. The girl in the white hat and dress startled in an immediate response to her arrival and said friendly "Oh ... hello." They stared at each other and smiled slightly "I know how to make fires you know." Jane giggled slightly as she did to the train conductor the previous afternoon, at her fun loving way of speaking, almost cheeky like but friendly and empathetic enough and said "I can see that."
"No it's a very serious thing." The girl in the hat smiled. "Do you want me to teach you. I've got marshmallows." And as the sun across the field began to set slowly, they realised how quick time had gone and they had already got to know each other eating deliciously hot marshmallows by the crackling fire that underneath a pile of sticks was situated. They learnt that they were both free spirits and were imaginative and creative and couldn't survive without their ability to tell either themselves privately or others hopefully, their stories of fantasy, imaginative creatures and sea and countryside adventures. The only difference was is that the girl in the hat who's name she stated was also ... JANE ... had an outcome that she was mostly independent and was previously an orphan but got so used to the woodland in a dark time, where both the trees, inspiration for stories and imagination helped her tremendously, she got so used to it and endeared it so very much beautifully that she couldn't resist it, even with a warm and friendly family now of wonderfully welcoming gratitude. They both held flowers together and explored for a while before Jane headed home where her aunt and uncle seemed slightly worried where she had been because they hadn't found her. But they could see she was safe and delicately positive as she always was. She was positive Jane. Jane also laughed at her very lovely argument of whether the other Jane would love marshmallows because she seemed hesitant at first and the other Jane remarkably remarked in shock "DON'T YOU LIKE MARSHMALLOWS!" But that settled soon enough...
The trains whistle proceeded with a highly sensitive noise within the air as the smoke blew past the window with an air that left a lot to an imaginative young mind that saw their very reflective outcome of unexpected traditional circumstances. Just staring outside the window was a blonde haired girl of eight years with bright blue eyes and a sense of particularly astounding knowledge of an incredibly adventurous personality and her name was Jane Sympathy. The handful of people who knew her from her parents back in the other end of the countryside and she was heading further south to stay with her Aunt Anna and Uncle Bell. Every single view Jane had on the world was of a caring and empathetic one, the type that an equally handful amount of people, could see as pretentiouslly irritating but others would view as beautifully mesmerising and thankfully grateful that someone had such a positive outlook in what they would call a miserable and dreary old world. She was sitting beside a wrinkly elderly women who looked as she could talk endlessly of stories in relation to her upbringing and family to perhaps a political discussion and what she firmly believed although Jane didn't care much for the matter but still loved to hear others talk and make conversation. It made them feel genuinely human instead of another passenger on the train keeping to themselves. Jane was thirteen and questioned at first whether she should but decided she did this before and everything turned out fine and attempted to start a wonderful talk of anything and everything. She turned, slightly stuttering and with nothing but innocent curiosity in her eyes and said "So what made you hop on the train on this fine sunny afternoon?". Jane was right, it was a very fine sunny afternoon and as they passed the field heading further to some trees and extensive bushes was bursted by the sunlight with miniscule sweat drips on some people and other people delighted at the very prospect that sunshine had came. They could leave their homes and proceed with an exploration. Jane was that anyway. The old lady replied "My dear young child. I think the question is is what is someone as young as you travelling on her own on a train." Despite the fact she looked tired, the elderly women was friendly and talked perfectly splendid. "Oh. My mum is busy working at a clothes making factory and my father is signing autographs at a book publishing house. He's an author you know. He mostly studies historical events but but but he had some stories too, I promise, but they're also always set in those time periods. But .. but he does love to read stories, I promise, I would be disappointed in him if he didn't. Distraught!" The elderly women was in immediate intrigue at not only the child's odd and excellently expressive way of speaking but also the very fact of an anxious feeling that she has a lot of feelings buried underneath, a realm of buried feelings and was in impeccable fear that she didn't share them with many people due to the speed in her talking. The elderly women decided to simply smile and go back to a nap and the child looked back out at the window. They were past the trees now and just ahead the rest of the countryside came into view and sight including a farm, a small market shop and a few stands selling honey and jam. Jane loved jam and if it was in the boundaries of hopeful allowance, due to her passionate love of jam, would of happily paid the nice looking old man six chilins for just one taste of that deliciously scrumptious looking jam.
The train finally stopped and Jane looking out the window at the busy line and que of people who resided besides the train. Jane slightly giggled at the train conductor's reaction to all the noise. You could see he had an enormously aganosing headache but his way of expressing it was by muttering soft curses under his breath and then he sneezed to reveal snot all over his uniform and this made him say the curse out loud to the point everyone was silent and some in shameful shock at the conductor's due to their children, some under the age of five, being picked off of the train. But their quiet couldn't help but relieve the conductor and said "Thank the lord if ever there was one. Something made you all shut up. This is a train station, not a playground. Damn humans. Mistake!" Jane adored his personality although wasn't a good deal fond of the fact that he could be unimaginative since they tended to be bland and repetitive in her fantastically positive eyes. She had brought her notebook with her as she saw two friendly looking folks and it was her aunt and uncle. Her aunt had grey hair and spectacles while her uncle had a walking stick and chubby cheeks. An uncle of fun and an aunt of spirit and love. "Oh I'm so happy to see you Aunt Anna and Uncle Bell." they both laughed in abasaloute delight that they were together. When they got to their house that was located on a farm of beautiful animals that lacked any prejudice against anything and so Jane as well as her aunt and uncle admired all of nature of innocence for and sat down to have eggs, bacon and sausages. Jane was home, was happy and as always was happy for what tomorrow's tale would be.
Chapter Two: The White Hat in the Woodland
Soon the very next day, without apology or any need for concessions, she freely went out after breakfast and getting dressed to play in the woodland nearby that was covered with beautiful varieties of blossom filled flowers of yellow dandelions and roots that twirled and went sideways and was more than a relaxingly peaceful with a continious lack of devastation and nothing but wonder and gloriously prestine to an imaginative free spirit such as Jane. She was curious to see that just behind her eyes, she could of swore she saw someone else but then blinked and thought she might of not been there but set out behind her to investigate nevertheless. She was one for social occasions, especially with one that was of the same age. It looked like a slightly younger girl though and when she popped her head behind a tree that had it's own pathway she saw there was in fact a girl making a fire all by herself with a white dress, white hat and red cheeks. "Hello." Jane said shyly. The girl in the white hat and dress startled in an immediate response to her arrival and said friendly "Oh ... hello." They stared at each other and smiled slightly "I know how to make fires you know." Jane giggled slightly as she did to the train conductor the previous afternoon, at her fun loving way of speaking, almost cheeky like but friendly and empathetic enough and said "I can see that."
"No it's a very serious thing." The girl in the hat smiled. "Do you want me to teach you. I've got marshmallows." And as the sun across the field began to set slowly, they realised how quick time had gone and they had already got to know each other eating deliciously hot marshmallows by the crackling fire that underneath a pile of sticks was situated. They learnt that they were both free spirits and were imaginative and creative and couldn't survive without their ability to tell either themselves privately or others hopefully, their stories of fantasy, imaginative creatures and sea and countryside adventures. The only difference was is that the girl in the hat who's name she stated was also ... JANE ... had an outcome that she was mostly independent and was previously an orphan but got so used to the woodland in a dark time, where both the trees, inspiration for stories and imagination helped her tremendously, she got so used to it and endeared it so very much beautifully that she couldn't resist it, even with a warm and friendly family now of wonderfully welcoming gratitude. They both held flowers together and explored for a while before Jane headed home where her aunt and uncle seemed slightly worried where she had been because they hadn't found her. But they could see she was safe and delicately positive as she always was. She was positive Jane. Jane also laughed at her very lovely argument of whether the other Jane would love marshmallows because she seemed hesitant at first and the other Jane remarkably remarked in shock "DON'T YOU LIKE MARSHMALLOWS!" But that settled soon enough...
