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| Cara in two minds Chapter One | |
| By MikeMorris | ||||||||
| 12 August 2006 | ||||||||
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Cara in two minds Cara set out once more down the path but this time, after she had walked what seemed only a few yards, the path divided itself into two paths. “Oh dear,” she sighed, “This wasn’t like this last time. Which path shall I take?” . “Take whichever one you like, my dear,” said a gruff but kindly voice. “They will both be wrong.” Cara looked around. She could see nobody. There was just herself, the two paths and an old stone bench. Cara remembered Nanny’s advice. “Excuse me,” she said, “ I didn’t quite understand that. Would you be kind enough to repeat it?” She sat down on the bench. “Both paths are wrong for you because neither of them will bring you back here.” Cara knew by now, of course, that it was the bench that was talking. She had felt the rumbling when it had spoken. “But that’s ridiculous, you can always come back down a path you’ve gone up.” “Oh no my dear, not always. Because it’s never the same path. It’s older and possibly it has changed its mind about where to go.” “Oh I’m so confused!” sighed Cara. “And rightly so,” yawned the bench. “And now if you’ll forgive me, I must return to the land of Nod” “Where’s that?” enquired Cara. “If only I knew,” breathed the bench, “I would live there all the time” And it said no more. “If the bench can’t help” muttered Cara to herself, “I must help myself. I know, I won’t take the path to the left. I’ll take the other one because that must be the right one!” But after a little while, the path changed .The paving stones became loose. Then there were less and less of them. Then only sand. Then an overgrown grassy track. Then brambles that Cara couldn’t push through. Cara was hot, sticky and very bothered. She was bothered, in fact, by the number of bees that seemed to be buzzing around her. Now she knew bees only stung if they felt in danger, but there seemed so many of them. “Go away!” she grumbled at one that buzzed her too closely. “At last! You’ve noticed us” “ Oh no, not again. First talking benches, now bothering bees! What do you want?” “It’s Her Majesty, she’s fallen and we can’t get her up. Follow me, please,” he buzzed. He moved slowly to one side of the track, just a little ahead. He hovered over a spot and waited for Cara. There, on the ground, half hidden by the tufty grass, lay a Queen Bee. Just above her, in the knotted brambles, her nest, only half built. Cara thought and thought. “How can I lift her without hurting her? I know, I’ll use my handkerchief!” She spread her handkerchief on the ground and gently, very gently, using bunches of grass, she rolled the Queen onto it. She lifted her precious bundle by using the corners of the cloth as handles and carefully, ever so carefully, rolled the Queen into the strongest part of the nest. She breathed a sigh of relief. It may have been her imagination but the buzzing, which had seemed anxious before, took on a much happier note. “How can we thank you?” buzzed “her” bee. “By being kind enough to show me the way back,” answered Cara, looking at her watch and seeing it was time to go home.
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