The Tale of Friendship

Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Ella. On a fine summer day, she met a maiden named Beatrice. Though the two did not know it at the time, they were destined to become the best of friends.

Time went as time goes, and the girls grew closer and closer, until the day came when a big dark cloud floated over Ella’s kingdom while the two were playing. Ella was at a loss, and she surely did not know what to do with herself. Beatrice, however, was not at a loss. Beatrice had Google.

Beatrice’s kingdom was just a decurtate walk away, and after seeing the dark cloud presiding below the heavens, she sprinted to her domain. She sat in her garden, turned her head up to the periwinkle blue skies, and said, “Please Google, tell me what Ella’s big dark cloud means!”

Google’s booming voice pulsated in the air around her and made her hair flutter around her face, but Beatrice sat calmly and listened to Google’s candid answer: “My dear, the dark cloud means many things for Ella. For you, Beatrice, it means this: Ella is going to need a friend. It will probably be hard, and it will probably be forlorn at times. It is up to you what you do next.”

Beatrice stayed seated for many a minute. She had some thinking to do. At last, she knew what she must do. Beatrice went up to her attic palace, and retrieved the things she would need. She heaved the satchel she had assembled over her shoulder, and a short while later she was back at Ella’s dwelling, where she found Ella on the seesaw in her backyard. It was so dark Beatrice couldn’t even see the empty seat on the other end of the seesaw, only Ella’s pale white face illuminated by the tears streaming down it.

“Ella, I’m here. Can you see me?”

“Beatrice, is that you?” Ella exclaimed, turning her head wildly from side to side, searching for her darling friend.

“Undoubtedly.” Beatrice reached her hand into her satchel, and pulled out the fairy flashlight she had brought with her. It had been a gift from her godmother. She flipped the switch, and rays of light shone all around the friends.

“Beatrice!” Ella exclaimed as she stumbled off the seesaw and rushed to receive a hug from her friend’s endless supply. “I haven’t been able to get off that seesaw for forever. It’s just up and down, up and down. Thank you!”

“There’s more, Ella,” Beatrice said, as she reached her hand back into the sublime satchel. She pulled out a box of homemade confections, a music player full of the very best songs one could ever find, a stack of gazettes brimming with hunky dory pictures and outrageous accounts of cults sure to distract even the gloomiest of girls, and fancy cutlery fit for kings. (Because who doesn’t need cutlery?)

The maidens giggled and guffawed the hours away, day after day. The big dark cloud continues to shift and sway until today, though it never leaves. But, every minute that the girls spend together, the less frightening the big dark cloud becomes, and the more heart to hearts the girls have, the closer they become.

This is how the tale of friendship goes. In every corner of our world, when one lifts their head up to the sky and says, “Please Google, tell me what friendship means”, the response they get starts like this:

“Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Ella. On a fine summer day, she met a maiden named Beatrice. Though the two did not know it at the time, they were destined to become the best of friends.”

FIN

 


Happy birthday, Beatrice. You deserve the very best of everything. You will always have my love and my support. Be joyous.

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Good Knowledge (as Beatrice would say),

Ella

 

Song Quote:

I hope you find the love that’s true, so the morning light can shine on you. I hope you find what you’re looking for, so your heart is warm forever more. –Shine, Benjamin Francis Leftwich

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17 comments on “The Tale of Friendship

  1. I knew that by coming here, my days would feel much lighter. I met you only a few minutes ago, but I feel that I’ve met you a long time ago. I’ll try to become your friend if you let me inside your loop. I’m 67, but inside me is a kid 16 to 17 years old. I mean it. Lovely story. I enjoyed it. Friendship is a wonderful word to keep under the pillow.

    Bye,

    Omar.-

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  2. Julie Ryan says:

    Hi Ella! I just wanted to let you know that the interview you did with me is now posted on my blog at http://countingmyspoons.com/2014/05/fibro-warrior-wednesday-ellablogger/ – thank you so much for sharing your story! You really are an inspiration. Your friends are very lucky to have you.

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  3. bkpyett says:

    This story deserves to be made into a book, it’s so adorable! Friendship is a wonderful thing!

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  4. bethpow06 says:

    There is a Nurse Researcher who uses fairy tales to help women cope with their tales of abuse. He takes their stories and gives it back to them as fairy tales with them as the heroine. It sounds as if you have discovered this trick yourself! Sometimes the subjective is too hard to bear. Making it a little more objective gives you a little distance and makes it easier to manage. Good luck with your writing and your living – one is merely the expression of the other.

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  5. Reblogged this on I Bibble Opinions. and commented:
    Now this really is an ‘awwful’ post. I wish to find my Beatrice, too. Made my day. :’)

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  6. beverley says:

    Actually i think all my friends jumped of the see-saw before me and left me sat there all alone. It’s nice to know there is someone else out there with the same condition.

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  7. 6puppers says:

    And that’s how friendship should be :)

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  8. nariel4thewest says:

    awwwww!!!! I <3 this!
    Good, good friends that will find us even when we fall down the rabbit hole are a rarity and more valued I think than any gold in this world!

    I don't know where I would be without them.

    Annnnnd I'm grateful, for the new ones that I have found here, in this world of "wolves". When the wolf howls and I feel afraid (which is actually pretty hard for me to admit given all that life has thrown at me so far) I know that I can drop just a few key words and you ALL… know precisely what I mean. I don't have to do all the talk (or typing, which is nice-when the hands are hurting) because if I say "I've got no spoons left". EVERYONE knows what that means. EVERYONE would rush to throw cutlery at me. LOL.

    SO…. with that said…

    Here's your spoon, little gal. :)
    I'm wolf kin too. You can count me as a friend. :)

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  9. This is awesome! I loved it. Oddly the whole google thing is what I have stuck in my head. :) Did I say I love this!!

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  10. Julia Lund says:

    Such a touching tale of friendship. Would that we all had such a story to tell. And what a precious gift for Beatrice on her birthday.

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  11. I really liked this. The writing is very smooth and clear, and you really capture the essence of a quaint fairy tale.

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  12. Reblogged this on TX bridgefarmer and commented:
    Hope you enjoy. This brought a smile to my face.

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  13. Thank you for sharing this. It brightened my day.

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  14. Topaz says:

    This is so lovely! <3

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