RE: NanoSteps Brainstorming 3 - And a Step to the Right
01-02-2018, 12:59 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2019, 10:57 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
01-02-2018, 12:59 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2019, 10:57 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
Yeah, yeah, this one is a bit late, but I was only inspired a couple days ago by a theatrical production I saw.
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog,
no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for
the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh
air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!
"What's to-day!" cried Scrooge, calling downward to a young man
in smart clothes who was passing in the street below.
The young man started, paused in his perambulation, and looked up
to see Scrooge in his window. "I'm sorry, sir?" he called back,
sounding not at all like a Londoner. Or, for that matter, an
Englishman at all.
An American! Scrooge thought. How unexpected! "What's to-day,
my fine fellow?" said Scrooge.
"Today?" replied the young man. He raised an eyebrow and peered
upward as if to make out Scrooge's features more clearly. "Why,
it's Christmas, sir."
"It's Christmas Day!”" said Scrooge to himself. "I haven’t missed
it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do
anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.
Hallo, my fine fellow!"
"Yes, sir?" the young man replied, a broad smile breaking out
upon his face.
"What a pleasant fellow," Scrooge marveled to himself. "Do you
know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one, at the corner?"
he inquired.
"Indeed I do, sir!" said the young man with a bit of a laugh in
his voice.
"Excellent, oh, excellent!" Scrooge cried, almost clapping in his
delight. "Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that
was hanging up there?—Not the little prize Turkey: the big one?"
"Do you mean the one half as big as me?" returned the young man.
"What a delightful fellow!" said Scrooge. "It's a pleasure to
talk to him. Yes, my good man!"
"It's still hanging there, unsold," replied the man. His smile,
if anything, grew even broader. "You would not be in need of
someone to make a purchase for you, would you, sir?"
"An intelligent fellow!" said Scrooge. "A remarkable fellow! Yes,
please go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may
give them the direction where to take it. Come back with the man,
and I shall give you a half-crown for your trouble."
The young man swept off his hat and bowed. "Oh, no need, sir,"
he said as he straightened. "I shall gladly fetch him and his
turkey for you, and you may save your half-crown for one in
greater need than I."
Scrooge's eyes misted slightly. How had he missed that there
were such good people around him for so many years? "Thank you,
kind sir! And a merry Christmas to you!"
"A merry Christmas to you, as well, Mr. Scrooge," replied the
young man. "And may your instruction from the spirits last night
bring you joy and happiness for the rest of your days." He bowed
again before taking off toward the Poulterer's, leaving an
astonished Ebeneezer Scrooge watching after him.
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog,
no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for
the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh
air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!
"What's to-day!" cried Scrooge, calling downward to a young man
in smart clothes who was passing in the street below.
The young man started, paused in his perambulation, and looked up
to see Scrooge in his window. "I'm sorry, sir?" he called back,
sounding not at all like a Londoner. Or, for that matter, an
Englishman at all.
An American! Scrooge thought. How unexpected! "What's to-day,
my fine fellow?" said Scrooge.
"Today?" replied the young man. He raised an eyebrow and peered
upward as if to make out Scrooge's features more clearly. "Why,
it's Christmas, sir."
"It's Christmas Day!”" said Scrooge to himself. "I haven’t missed
it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do
anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.
Hallo, my fine fellow!"
"Yes, sir?" the young man replied, a broad smile breaking out
upon his face.
"What a pleasant fellow," Scrooge marveled to himself. "Do you
know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one, at the corner?"
he inquired.
"Indeed I do, sir!" said the young man with a bit of a laugh in
his voice.
"Excellent, oh, excellent!" Scrooge cried, almost clapping in his
delight. "Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that
was hanging up there?—Not the little prize Turkey: the big one?"
"Do you mean the one half as big as me?" returned the young man.
"What a delightful fellow!" said Scrooge. "It's a pleasure to
talk to him. Yes, my good man!"
"It's still hanging there, unsold," replied the man. His smile,
if anything, grew even broader. "You would not be in need of
someone to make a purchase for you, would you, sir?"
"An intelligent fellow!" said Scrooge. "A remarkable fellow! Yes,
please go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may
give them the direction where to take it. Come back with the man,
and I shall give you a half-crown for your trouble."
The young man swept off his hat and bowed. "Oh, no need, sir,"
he said as he straightened. "I shall gladly fetch him and his
turkey for you, and you may save your half-crown for one in
greater need than I."
Scrooge's eyes misted slightly. How had he missed that there
were such good people around him for so many years? "Thank you,
kind sir! And a merry Christmas to you!"
"A merry Christmas to you, as well, Mr. Scrooge," replied the
young man. "And may your instruction from the spirits last night
bring you joy and happiness for the rest of your days." He bowed
again before taking off toward the Poulterer's, leaving an
astonished Ebeneezer Scrooge watching after him.
-- Bob
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....