I was craving…
a quiet evening. Putting my daughter to bed with one quick story and then settling in on the couch with a good mystery fiction, with maybe a little romance mixed in. God I love Nora Roberts. But that was not in the cards. I was tucking my five-year-old daughter in, making sure she was nice and snuggled with her blankets when she asked me, “Pwease read the story about the lion.”
Trying to discourage this story, as it’s not one of my favorites, “Isn’t the one about the mermaid much more exciting?”
She rolled her eyes, literally rolled her eyes. My daughter was as stubborn as I had been at that age, or at least that’s what my Father tells me. Sighing I made myself comfortable next to her and opened the god awful yellow book. Whoever bought her this book was going to pay. I quickly flipped to the front page to see if they had signed it, unfortunately they did now. I would have to do my own research. Turning pages until I reached the the start,
On the plains of Africa, which is acres upon acres, lived a lion named Craven. Craven had almost no friends because instead of having yellow paws his were raven black. It looked like he had socks on and he was too embarrassed to let the other animals see him. He stalked around, he was good at hiding himself except from the crane that had also left his crane community. The crane, who’s name was Calvin was different from the other birds of his species. He liked to carve things out of wood with his beak. His family thought he was a disgrace because this was not was his beak was supposed to be used for. Together Craven and Calvin spent their time talking about the sense of belonging they craved.
Their favorite place to hang out was the cave that was located near a patch of trees that held the obnoxious monkeys. They would rave, and rave, and rave about all the gossip of the monkey community. Craven and Calvin found this quite annoying since they knew that it wasn’t nice to talk about other people and they found the monkeys very vane. Trying to escape the awful chatting of the monkeys Craven and Calvin explored deeper inside the cave and came across a cavern. This cavern became their favorite hang out and Calvin sculpted a beautiful cane with his beak. He was very proud of it, but he kept it hidden because he was afraid his family would destroy it. Craven saw the hurt every time they left the cavern. He knew that Calvin wanted to be able to share his talent with the ones he cared about, even if they didn’t understand him.
One day Craven brought the cane out into the daylight and told Calvin he would have to earn the respect of his community. Calvin finally realized he would have to take action and with great averment (ed. note: spell check says this isn’t a word but dictionary.com says differently) he took the cane to his mother. The next day Calvin raced to meet Craven at the cave.
I looked down at my sleeping daughter and let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness I wouldn’t have to continue on about how Calvin got Craven to confront his fears about his stupid black feet. Slowly I unwound my arm from my sleeping girl’s head and headed to the couch for some time with Nora Roberts.
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