Musings ofa five year old..

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This summary encapsulates an event that occurred when I was five..

Submitted: February 23, 2008

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It was a swelteringly hot day in July in the 1970s in a rural Irish Midland town.  A five year old girl was very perplexed as to why the curtains were drawn, why so many people were coming to her house dressed in their Sunday best and why they all looked so serious and were whispering.  She resolved to ask her brother as he would know the answer because he wore glasses and everyone knows that people who wear glasses are very clever.  Eventually she found her brother reading a comic in his den in the garden.  

He replied to her questions with the sage wisdom of an eight year old by informing her that their grandmother was dead, that she would have to be buried very soon or else she would become very smelly and when she was buried she would be eaten by worms.  He couldn’t explain why the curtains were drawn and dismissed her so he could continue reading.  She wasn’t very satisfied with his answers and resolved to pose her queries to her father.  

She didn’t want to go into the living room as it was full of adults who would stop talking and look at her so she decided to bide her time and wait outside for her father.  Her father eventually came outside and she waylaid him with a barrage of questions: how long would her grandmother be asleep for? Would she not get lonely on her own? Why were the curtains drawn? Would she become very smelly and most importantly would the worms really eat her? Her father told her that it was the same as when the old cat had fallen asleep and didn’t wake up.  He said that her grandmother wouldn’t be lonely as she was with her parents and brothers and sisters now and that the curtains were closed as a sign of respect.  He didn’t refer to her queries regarding the worms and how smelly her grandmother would become which still puzzled the girl.

She pondered on this newly acquired knowledge for the rest of the day.  Even though she was a bit afraid of her grandmother she didn’t like the notion of her being alone in the coffin.  Very early the next morning the little girl stole out to the shed and picked up her favourite kitten, Sooty(so called because he was black), who strongly objected at being removed from his mother and brothers by sleepily hissing at her and scratching her left arm.  She carried on regardless resolute on her mission, carefully deposited Sooty in the coffin with her grandmother, crept back up stairs and fell asleep.

She was awoken by noise coming from her grandmother’s room and instantly thought that perhaps she was in trouble.  After carefully eavesdropping on the stairs it transpired that some god-fearing women had come to pay their respects to her grandmother, whereupon Sooty jumped out of the coffin onto a woman’s lap resulting in mayhem.  Needless to say the women promptly left.  Sooty was eventually located at the top of a wardrobe hissing at everyone who dared enter the room.

The girl’s father informed her that it was a lovely sacrifice that she had made but told her that he knew that her grandmother would prefer if she minded Sooty instead.



 


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