Mr. Hopsted's Encounter

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A chance meeting of two grasshoppers in a vegetable garden. And the story one had to tell led to a conclusion by the other. Was it the right conclusion? She is convinced.--- I know the dialog is
odd, but once in awhile I just want to let go of the norm.

Submitted: July 03, 2018

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***During a chance meeting, two grasshoppers converse in a vegetable garden.

 

"Good day to you Mr. Hopsted!" said Ms. Bounder. Then she asked, "And how being this day to your liking?"

 

The other grasshopper replied, "The latter of the day is much to my enjoyment, Ms. Bounder. But now I inquire, is the day of the same quality to you?"

 

Ms. Bounder thought for a moment and stated, "It is that, for sure, for sure.

But please pardon my bluntness and such an intrusion into you're state of being. But am I in error to notice that you look discombobulated, as if an altercation has taken place?"

 

Mr. Hopsted turned slightly and moved in her direction, then said, "Just as the grass grows, you are right Ms. Bounder. In the morning hours I was accosted by a man-beast with a most indecisive manner."

 

"I do not relate to man-beasts being indecisive. How came about such curious behavior?" Ms. Bounder questioned.

 

Mr. Hopsted continued with, "Now that you have asked I think it well to expound. The encounter was frightening, to say the least.

While happily munching on Dandelion growth, I and the Dandelion were displaced with swiftness and determination. This was done by the claw of the great man-beast.

Gallantly, and while instituting haste, I bolted from the uprooted plant and attacked the beast's outer shell; although soft and pliable it seems to protect the beast from the minimal harm I was inflecting.

Quickly the man-beast snatched me from where I had attached myself and held me firmly!"

 

Ms. Bounder was visibly disturbed while inquiring, "Oh for natures sake, were you broken in any way?"

 

"I was neither broken nor brutalized," Mr. Hopsted insisted.

Then he said, "To my amazement the man-beast's grasp quickly constrained the movements of my legs and adjusted so as to crush me not. The beast even allowed my head to protrude so that I might see my surroundings.

Struggling was useless, so calmness came over me until the beast encountered me face to face; then a state of utter fear prevailed.

My thinking was that the beast was about to consume me in one gulp, but it did not! Instead, words came from it's mouth, saying, {"You should not eat my plants!"}, then the beast tossed me into a pit and covered me in darkness."

 

While munching on a Nasturium Ms. Bounder inquired, "A pit, what kind of pit?"

 

Mr. Hopsted noted, "Not any of my knowledge, and I was not harmed by the fall. There were many plants in the bottom of the pit, smelling dead and dying, every one. They cushioned my fall."

 

"While in amazement I must ask how you escaped from such a dilemma." Ms. Bounder quickly questioned.

 

Mr. Hopsted continued with, "A dilemma indeed.

As I stated earlier, this man-beast had an indecisive manner. For after a short while the man-beast opened the pit to light and said, {"God said to let you go. Now go, you are free."}

Twice, that beast did not have to tell me. No sir, I jumped with the entire jump that was within my frightened limbs. But after that mighty jump I found myself attached to the beast's outer shell, again. I was clinging to one of its legs and was grasping to it out of fear."

 

Ms. Bounder was spellbound with the drama and asked, "Did the beast's claw snatch you up again?!?"

 

"It did not!" Mr. Hopsted stated proudly. "Instead the beast moved with great strides to a place void of flowers, and then it shook me until I was cast aside.

Tell you I must, I quickly found a place of refuge from that unpredictable beast. And as you must imagine, from my ordeal there was recuperation needed."

 

"Imagine I do, Mr. Hopsted. In my visual arena such images abound, for sure, for sure!" Ms. Bounder replied.

Then she asked, "But the first saying the beast uttered was confusion in my word processes. Who is God and why would God show the man-beast concern for your well being?"

 

Mr. Hopsted clipped off a small leaf, then replied, "I am lacking to speak from personnel experience.

Yet, from summer nights while hidden near man-beast camp-fires I have heard them speak of this creature, God.

Before this meeting, not a word of this I have spoken; not to friend or any other acquaintance. Only to you I am compelled to conveying what I have heard from the men gathered around Camp-fires.

They said that God is the maker of all things."

 

Ms. Bounder stopped chewing and stated, "Confusion still abounds, Mr. Hopsted. Reason me why God would be compelled to create such things."

 

"My vision of that is blurred, but one reason was true to my own liking," Mr. Hopsted replied.

 

Ms. Bounder quickly questioned, "Why Mr. Hopsted, whatever could that liking be?"

 

"I heard a man-beast say that God created the heavens and the earth because God liked to spend time in a garden. So God must have created everything in order to have a garden to spend time in. That is my theory, stated Mr. Hopsted with pride."

 

Ms. Bounder dropped what she was eating and replied, "Oh Mr. Hopsted, the mystery of your being set free is solved, and the reason for all this creation, just to make a garden, is apparent.

If I were of a Godly state, I too would endeavor to make gardens my ultimate creation.

God must be a very wise grasshopper."

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

07-02-2018


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