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Be Hopeful I said, think positive I said…Keep your face always toward the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you. It was a philosophy that worked for me, manifested surprises for me, brought me to the right people at the right time. It always led to the right path.
Until it led to him. The Dragon. The Dragon was charismatic, yet pessimistic. Somehow he drew me in with his red shiny scales and big sad eyes. His fiery breath melted clocks and torched small cities. But that didn’t scare me, especially when I discovered how handy it was for roasting marshmallows.
It all began when I fell off the wall. Humpty’s Wall. I was scaling it to get away from all the Kings Horses and all the Kings Men and there he was right in the middle of the road, taking up so much space.
“My name is D’argon the Dragon, I am lost in some sort of time warp. I have no idea how I came to this place. Would you mind helping me remember my way back home?”
He was polite for a Dragon.
“Well, I am sort of meandering my own lost path at the moment. I was just leaving the persistence of memory for a timeless escape.”
He looked really desparate, so I caved.
“You are welcome to join me, maybe we can jog your memory if we head to the Market. Do you know the Muffin Man?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Do you know this little Piggy?”
“Who are you?” He asked in a strange whispery voice.
“That seems to be the question on everyone’s lips,” I replied.
“Don’t you know who you are?” Now he was laughing at me.
“Of course I know who I am, everyone knows who I am..but our lips are sealed.” I held my finger to my lips for dramatic pause. I wasn’t about to tell this D’argon the Dragon my true identity. Especially if he did not recognize me right off the bat.
“You look familiar to me.”
“I should,” I squawked, “I mean, I do?…hmm how interesting.”
“I know,” said the Dragon waving his little hands, “You are Mother Goose. The lady with all the rhymes.”
“Yes, I am. I have the Rhymes, but I don’t have the time to be fooling around with the likes of you.”
That’s when he said it, took me right off my path and into an unknown universe….
“Well I think it’s time you made up a rhyme about my kind. You’ve told us about Lions and Unicorns. Crooked men and Little girls, but not one Dragon in your book. I demand you write about me, or at least write me back home.”
It was the thought of writing him back home that had me obsessed. So I spent the next Ninety Nine days trying to do just that. Talk about a mis-adventure. I’m telling you, never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined the wild goose chase that Dragon led me on.
Ooh Time’s Up…This will have to Be Continued in my Down time. See you back here next week. Same Goose Time, Same Goose Channel.
Peace Out~
MG
I looked out at the stars as they began to fade, the longer I stared the blurrier and less defined they became.
“D’argon, look up there. Anything ring a bell? Do any of those lights call you home?”
“Stars you mean? I know about Stars. But not the ones up there. I’ve always had an affinity for golden sidewalk Stars.”
“You mean like the ones they have out in California? Are you a Hollywood Dragon D’argon?”
“Don’t know. I might be. Or maybe I’m just California Dreaming.”
“What does California make you think of?” I whipped out my knitting needles and knitted a bit of stardust into the red scaly pattern, which was the beginning of my baby Jack’s nursery blanket.
“Hmmm,” D’argon was thinking aloud,“I guess it makes me think of oranges, yellow Meyers lemons, bright green Tequila limes and sunshine. I love citrus and sunshine.”
This reminded me of a song, I began to hum Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue”and continued to knit, filling in the underbelly with purple and indigo yarn. I worked at the speed of magic and suddenly little Jack’s blanky was finished. With a flourish I held up the masterpiece to show D’argon. “Well what do you think?”
“Is that me MG?” D’argon was quite flattered.
“It is,” I beamed, “I’m trying to get my creative juices flowing so I can incorporate a Dragon into my realm of rhymes and rhyme you right back home.”
“Sniff, sniff,” D’argon was moved to tears.
“Aww, there there you silly old Dragon.” I pat his head on the soft spot between his sharp scaly ears.
“Can we go to California Mother Goose?”
“Well, sure why not?” I shrugged.
Honestly what was I gonna tell the poor kid? I was committed to helping him find his way back home, and well, I had never been to California before. I was just a li’l old Welsh lady with way too many relations to rhyme about. It was about time I had an adventure of my own. Jack and Mary could go live with my sister Old Mother Hubbard while I was away or maybe they could hole up with the Old Woman who lives in a shoe, she won’t notice a few extra kids.
Either way, the Dragon and I were off to Cali….
Catch ya next week folks~
Old MG
Written by Christine Wichman c. March 27, 2018
For Blogophilia
Sleeping Queen Publications 