The anticipation of hearing the outcome of life's tales keeps us with open ears.

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The anticipation of hearing the outcome of life's tales keeps us with open ears. If your unlucky you wish you had them closed, wishing you had watched the words slip out the window and you had sip on your tea and chewed down on the scone.

Much as i do now, the small cup is filled and the cream and jam stacked high. My ears have already hear too much and so there should be no point to shutting up now, I'm in the mood for a good jaw work out, that and June has darted out for a walk and when she finds the wildflowers she wont be stepping back till dark.

Silly me you haven't the faintest idea who i am i live next to one loud bad behaved child Nevoid her parents are almost never seen outside but they play the best classical music that swims into the sun room where i am sitting right now.

My name is Bell or Miss Garth to others, i have a husband and one daughter June i spoke of her before, she writes about her findings and how wonderful the flowers are, such important work.

My goodness i’m floating off, back to the point, Nevoid now there where some details you didn't see that i saw from the front room watering the giant lily.

Hang on i must sip and eat for a second………

I took in an extra breath for this one, now as the clear water hit the dirt i saw the little girl look down on the ground and stomp her feet on something, then she picked it up throwing it, i made the assumption it was a bug from the appearance of the wood pecker just then before she got to the gate she began talking to a person or she was calling out to her mother to announce she was home, that is not the strange event, she then held a book in her hands i did not see a book in her hands it must have come from the bush, small and green so it blended in.

i was still watering the plant without water so i darted to the well feel confused yet wanting to know more about that naughty child.

I made it my days work to find out what that book was and where it came from, if it was not a bible i was going to burn it, i know one must draw a line but i don’t have chalk so i am going to ignore it.

Down my neat path to the well i walked with my ears so open i could hear footsteps, i tugged on the rope and peered into the closest window i can see on-one so i can walk right in the door was open wide open.

I took myself from the yard into the back room, but i moved no further the booming voice of her father filled the rooms, i can not explain why i have no words of his to repeat i was there in the house so strange. I knew the mission was over i was never getting to her room or that book. my quick-thinking lead me to the front garden.

The hedge looked normal from a sitting position dirt on my dress it was the longest day come washing three cleans for the blue flower dress, anyway i kept looking but nothing was found well nevoid had wasted a green stone perhaps an emerald on a stick with green ribbon and her dolls shoes cute little brown shoes left to be washed the rain and picked up by the wind.

I was disappointed and that’s when i slumped into my big chair, i thought i had something important to do.

Well that evening when i closed my eyes i dreamt of little men casing brownies and stealing their clothing, they had sharp teeth and a face that still haunts me, it wont stop me from knowing what that wand was doing in the bush so i brought it home.

Well now you know more about the tale unfolding. I hope your paying attention.

Good day fellow reader.