Dimple
wandered sleepily back to her room. Moro, she supposed was finally asleep. Her
narrative of the Battle of Bywater had worked wonderfully. It was a scary
story, she shivered at the memories it carried, Dimple had only been seven when
it had happened, everything in the Shire was turned on its head… and the humans
came in and ruined everything… It was terrible. Dimple hated humans. And yet,
she still longed to see how they ran the world outside… She assumed it would
look just like the ruined Shire in her memories, dark, torn down, and
forsaken. Dimple crawled into bed and
pulled the covers over her head. Those memories scared her more than anything
else in her life had. She sighed then drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
*
The
shrill crying of baby Moro awakened May from her deep sleep. Her eyes snapped
opened to see a little figure sitting at the end of her bed eyes wide and tear
filled. May put her finger to her lips, “Quiet now honey, do not wake daddy,”
Baby Mo scooted forwards into his mother’s arms. And cried for a few seconds
before exclaiming softly “Mamma! Don’t wet dem take me! Dimps said dey would!” May pulled him away from her
hug and looked at him quizzically, “What did Dimps say?” Moro’s lip quivered
“She sayed that if’n I didn’t goed to sweep soon ‘d’ mean big peopwews would
take me away from you! And I didn’t goed to sweep soon!!! Muvva! Pwease don’t
wet dem take me away!” May hugged him again and tried her best to calm him
down, May was upset that Dimple would tell Moro those terrible stories about
the nasty ruffians that invaded the Shire and left it in shambles. What was she thinking! Was she thinking! May
was angry and sad all at once. She would
have to have a serious talk with her daughter on the morrow. Dimple had done it
once again.
*
Beaming morning sunlight streamed through the high window in Dimple’s bedroom. It was
a lovely morning! A glorious day had begun; she felt that the sun had smiled on
this day especially for her pleasure. She set her feet on the floor and sighed,
another day, all the same, peaceful and uneventful a perfect day for Shire-folk.
Dimple stretched and stood up. She walked over to her chest and flipped it open
and was about to pull off her nightgown when her mother charged in. Dimple
cringed had she done something wrong
already?
“Dimple
Lin Millstone.” May began in a demanding tone. “Did you tell your brother scary
stories last night about those awful mean big folks? “ Dimple cowered under her
mother’s stare. But she nodded, “I suppose I did ma’am…”
“You
suppose? Dimple why tell that story to your brother? He need not hear of those
oversized misfortunes called humans at his young age! Dimple, how did you feel
when they invaded?”
“scared…
well terrified.” Dimple answered thoughtfully.
“Your
brother is the same age you were when all that happened. Your stories inspire
all sorts of thoughts and pictures in Moro’s little mind. Dimple, do not ever tell him another scary story about
the Battle. He has no need to hear of it. Nor do you have need to speak of it.”
Dimple
stood crest-fallen “I am sorry mum, I did not think of it like that…” May
walked forward and kissed Dimple’s forehead, turned around and then walked out
of the room saying over her shoulder “Now get yourself dressed missy! We have breakfast to make!”
Dimple
laughed and spun back to her chest and pulled out her favourite green and
yellow dress with the faded pink flowers on it. Today may still be a good day after all…
She
dressed and then exited her room. As she walked down the hallway, she heard a
loud CRASH! The sound of glass jars breaking found her
ears too. “Uh-oh” She winced it had finally happened
Dimple’s
pantry tunnel was out of business.
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