godnix (greyfeld) wrote,
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Meme and story fragment

First, the meme:
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Your Heart Is Blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.
You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.

Your flirting style: Friendly

Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe

Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish

What you bring to relationships: Loyalty

And now the random bit of story:
Once upon a time, in a place not so very far away, a sleepy village of hard-working people awoke to a strange sight. It was hard not to notice, as the farmers made their way in the dusky dawn to the barns and sheds where cows and pigs and sheep needed tending, and chickens clucked over newly laid eggs. It was not easy to ignore as the sturdy women flounced out the bedclothes, stringing new washing on taut ropelines in the well-manicured backyards. It was almost impossible for the children, gawking as they made their way to the roadside, to keep from staring at this phenomenon. But nobody wanted to be rude, even though it seemed rather an intrusion; and it was a bit awkward, you see.
It’s not that a baby dragon was unheard of. There were tales of one that came, oh, in great-great-grandpa’s time, and settled in quite nicely in a village twenty miles down the road. But there had been trouble in that village, because once the novelty wore off, some of the people wanted to kill it straightway, while others thought perhaps it could be raised kindly and tamed, and maybe taught to do some of the heavier work. So they had had meetings, and discussions, and votes, and recounts, and a few shouting-matches, which got all the louder when small animals started not coming home at night. A few of the ladies had banded together to protect, in the name of village hospitality, their new guest; while many of their husbands spoke out just as strongly in defense of the livestock, and when the names of some family pets (two cats, a small dog, and —this really tore it— a lamb) got dragged into it, the entire thing had ended rather badly. No one had ever tried actually talking to the creature, and they all were rather surprised when it put its own voice into the debate. It had been a fiery speech, by all accounts, and ended with a declaration that it was no good even trying to live near such neighbors as these, who couldn’t even agree on a simple matter like how to treat a stranger.
In our village there were different stories about what happened next. What seems certain is that not only the dragon, but some of the more belligerent farmers, suddenly left town; and the question of how voluntary was the departure of either of them was still hotly debated, more than a hundred years later; as was the question of whether they all left in the same direction.
So this was a bit awkward, because in this village of ours nobody really wanted to start a fight, and I think they were all secretly hoping that perhaps this uninvited guest would stay only a day or two at most, and move on. Meanwhile, it seemed safest not to say a word.

That's all for now. - greyfeld
Tags: meme, story
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