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[Magpie Tales]
Mildred
I
was sitting at the top of my favorite thinking tree when a white bird flew over
and landed on a nearby rock ledge. I
looked at him, and he looked at me.
Tension filled the air. Well, not
really, but that seemed appropriate for a situation like this.
After
what seemed like an eternity of a few seconds, he said, “One would do well not to think so much.”
I
was quite startled. For out all of
things I would think he would say, that was not one of them. So, I came back with, “I don’t know what to
think about that.”
“Cute,”
was his response.
“Why
would one do well not to think so much?”
“It
leads to having your head in the clouds.”
Isn’t
that a good thing at times?”
Not
during thunderstorms.”
Feeling
a need for some answers, I pressed on. “I
thought you-all are supposed to be really little.”
“Yeah,
keep pushing it and we’ll see where it gets you.”
“Okay,
I’ll rephrase. Aren’t you-all supposed
to be much smaller?”
“That
would be some of my cousins.”
“What?”
“The
little birds that go around telling people things are some of my cousins.”
“Oh. What is your name?”
“Mildred.”
“Whoa,
I thought you were a male.”
“See
where thinking gets you?”
“Sorry.”
“I
am a male, though.”
“But
Mildred is a female name.”
“We
birds are not so sexist as to think of names as being either male or female.”
“Did
you not say that one would do well not to think so much?”
“Well,
you got me there.”
“Can
I call you Millie, the messenger bird?”
“No.”
Sensing
victory being at hand, I went to give my own wings a good flap. That is when I discovered that they had been
clipped. I looked at him, and he looked
at me. Tension really did fill the air
this time.
After
what seemed like an eternity of a few seconds, he asked, “How are you going to
get down from there now?”
Without
giving it a second thought, I replied, “I really don’t know what to think about
this dilemma.
“I’ll
have to give you that.”
YAY! Victory was mine, but I still don’t know how I am going to get down from here.
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I love that little bird's sayings! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Jerry. A great post. I love it!
ReplyDeleteHmm was that a parable in over-thinking? I'll have to give that more (yes, you know it's coming) thought.
ReplyDeleteEven during thunderstorms...
ReplyDeleteCall the fire department they will rescue her! A very charming Magpie tale you offer us. Don't laugh but I so understand those thinking trees, I have a few myself!
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ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Jinksy!!! I don't know, I think he was kinda cranky. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Sharon!!! Be assured that I greatly appreciate the encouragement.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Julie!!! Well, I was told by someone I was trying to reason with over what our Heavenly Father actually says is absolutely true that I think too much, and I suppose it has stuck in my craw...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Tess!!! It sounds like you have advanced avionics.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Karen!!! Do you actually fly up to the crowns of them?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear TWG!!! What?
ReplyDeleteJerry, This is fantastic. I'm very much the over-thinker. I smiled all the way through.
ReplyDeleteKim
Thanks for stopping by, my dear Kim!!! Alas, thinking is like a double-edged sword that cuts just as deeply when I do not give something enough thought.
ReplyDeletemade me smile :)
ReplyDeletenot keeping your head in the clouds in case of thunderstorms...
Thanks for stopping by, my dear Natasa!!! Alas, some flights of fancy are more painful than others.
ReplyDeleteA clever tale that I found quite amusing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! I hope Duke liked it.
ReplyDeleteHum. Thinking tree. She should let the tree think of a way down. Bet she didn't think of that! Fun story!
ReplyDelete'cute' all three
ReplyDeletewot....?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Burnett!!! No, I don't think she did.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Humbird!!! What three?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamite!!! I had the same reaction.
ReplyDeleteI little bird told me this was very funny. He was right!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Other Mary!!! Some birds have a better sense of humor than others. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteYou can never think too much with your head in the clouds, but be careful of those little birds - they're such tell-tales.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Janice!!! You can sure say that again!
ReplyDeleteI shall never prejudge a bird again. Very clever. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dead DS!!! Oh, but maybe you should? (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteWhat fun wordplay! This brought a smile my way!
ReplyDeleteThat's what happens when you get your wings clipped!
ReplyDeleteAnd that's why I run when I see others running with scissors in their hands! They're not going to clip my wings...no way!
And another thing...don't let anyone knock you off your perch! ;)
well done Jerry
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Susan!!! I am really glad you enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! I wish I had of thought of that!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Wayne!!! Be assured that I greatly appreciate the encouragement.
ReplyDeletethis is great! I so enjoyed reading this...and the line about a little bird cracked me up! Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Kathe!!! His sense of humor was rather dry--don't you think?
ReplyDeleteA thinking tree, what a great idea and how useful when we are stuck for a thought.
ReplyDeleteThere is a lesson in your fun tale here Jerry....a wonderful crafting from the photo....You know the old saying "don't be so heavenly minded, that you cannot be any earthly good"....it made me think of that. Thanks for all the warm words over at my blog. Hope you have a wonderful weekend. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Little Nell!!! That is certainly a good way to look at it. I am really glad you enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Carrie!!! The first time I can recall ever hearing that expression was when a lady said that of me 217 years ago (give or take a couple hundred).
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