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My Little Visitor | Rebuild Your Back

08 Apr 2008 04:24 pm

My Little Visitor

It was such a fine day yesterday that I just had to open up the house and let in a little fresh air. The sun was shining. The temperature was mild. A gentle breeze was blowing and for a moment anyway, all was right with the world.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, settled in at my desk and proceeded to hammer out the various tasks on my afternoon agenda. That is until the stillness was suddenly shattered by shrill screams coming from the other room.

The Predator, which just moments before slept peacefully in my lap, is now on full alert. And although she’s an efficient killing-machine she has the courage of a sparrow and so, as usual, it was left up to me to investigate this latest disturbance.

I swept the razor-taloned beast to the floor and went to see if there was any hope of staving off whatever misfortune was about to befall.

Upon entering the next room I discovered, much to my amazement, that a small child had climbed up on a bench and was happily squealing something unintelligible in my open window. Mind you, having been spared the folly of matrimony and the subsequent disappointment of procreation, I had no idea what to make of this odd behavior.

Nevertheless, it is my firm belief that those of limited stature are best regarded with due diligence whenever they happen to escape from captivity lest they commence to wreak havoc and mayhem upon all in their path.

And so it was that I proceeded to ask her in my best; let’s scare it away and perhaps it’ll think twice before returning voice, “What are you doing?”

Whereupon, she looks up and I find myself gazing into the eyes of a lovely blonde creature whose countenance could melt even the blackest heart. What’s more, instead of fright, this angelic little cherub gleefully breaks into an extensive narrative of toddler babble the only decipherable part being something to the effect, “We’re going to eat them for dinner.”

She then points to her little co-conspirator dutifully picking dead leaves off the honeysuckle bush and filling a little plastic bucket with this wondrous treasure.

Quite smitten at this point — my original plan of stern scolding having melted into oblivion like a wisp of smoke — I’m left with little more than a mere, “Oh.”

As she happily scampered off down the street with her playmate and their newfound bucket of joy I couldn’t help but smile as I recall a line from an old John Wayne movie, “Too bad they have to grow up to be people.”

🙂
Dean

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8 Responses to “My Little Visitor”

  1. on 27 Apr 2008 at 1:45 pm 1.NPs Save Lives said …

    Nice post! Sorry I haven’t been through my links in a while. I’m working on a new dot com and am cleaning up my current website. Deleting old posts with no comments and such, bad links, etc. I will be sure to update you on the website addy when it goes live.

  2. on 27 Apr 2008 at 10:55 pm 2.Dean said …

    Hi NP, Yes, keep me posted if your address changes so I can update my blogroll. BTW, thanks for commenting.
    🙂

  3. on 06 May 2008 at 4:07 am 3.Chrys said …

    How cute is that? You made me think of Cindi Lou Who from the Grinch. They are wondrous creatures.

    I had to laugh at this, “having been spared the folly of matrimony and the subsequent disappointment of procreation”

  4. on 06 May 2008 at 4:59 pm 4.Dean said …

    Hi Chrysalis, I’m glad you liked my little story. I thought it was one of my better ones, however, it went so long without comment that I was starting to wonder if anyone else liked it.

    By the way, that’s my favorite line, as well.

    Update: I’ve seen this little tyke on several occasions since this episode and she seems to have taken a shine to me for some inexplicable reason.

    Her mother was out one day so I mentioned to her that I was a little concerned that her daughter was so friendly with strangers. She agreed and apparently had a talk with the child.

    Now, whenever the little dickens sees me she playfully says, “Hi, Stranger!” 🙂

    Precocious would be an understatement.

  5. on 07 May 2008 at 2:34 pm 5.rlbates said …

    Hi, Stranger– I mean Dean. Lovely story!

  6. on 07 May 2008 at 10:28 pm 6.Dean said …

    Hi RL, Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

  7. on 13 May 2008 at 10:44 am 7.Stacy said …

    Very sweet post Dean, at least that’s what the angel, on my right shoulder, is saying.

    The devil on the left shoulder is saying that you should have put on a mask from a Halloween past and jumped up from under your window. hehe

    I’m sure my little rugrats are thankful that I am more like the visitor that sits on my right shoulder. hehe

  8. on 14 May 2008 at 3:42 pm 8.Dean said …

    Hey Stacy, Option #2 would have been funny if I’d thought of it at the time. 🙂

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