"Going and Staying"
I
The moving sun-shapes on the spray,
The sparkles where the brook was flowing,
Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,
These were the things we wished would stay;
But they were going.
II
Seasons of blankness as of snow,
The silent bleed of a world decaying,
The moon of multitudes in woe,
These were the things we wished would go;
But they were staying.
III
Then we looked closlier at Time,
And saw his ghostly arms revolving
To sweep off woeful things with prime,
Things sinister with things sublime
Alike dissolving.
The formatting kinda got messed up, but the lines are in the right place.
I just like that he uses 'closlier' in III.
Thomas Hardy, by the way.
It's the first stanza really...it's like recalling that one happy time that maybe wasn't as happy as you remember it. For instance, there were bugs by the brook and the women were being, well, women about it. How annoying! But, oh, happy day it was!
I am too skeptical. It was a perfect day; the end. =)
Cont'd 8
Jeremiah stared at the ashes of the Great Fairy Godmother for a good while. It was actually quite difficult, given the 80 meters that he had been thrown back.
He tried to rise, but the light kept shifting before his eyes, and he could not focus long enough to get his feet firmly planted on the ground. A relization krept over him, and he looked down at his feet...his feet that should have been at the end of his skinny fairy legs. But all he saw was space where they should have been. His feet! They were gone! They must have lost in the blast. It was a great force that had shot Jeremiah back 80 meters into the Great Oak Tree where the Great Fairy Godmother had once lived. But then...the light flickered more and more and Jeremiah relized that he was going very blind. The beautiful trees! The green grass! The little buzzy bees that helped the flowers to grow! He would see them no more.
Jeremiah rested in the dirt, just to take it all in, thefact that he could not walk or see. He remembered the sound of his mother's voice, and felt a strange comfort come over him as he recalled his youth.
In the distance, he heard a chirping noise...closer it came, and closer yet, and Jeremiah felt a great thing lifting him off of the ground. He heard it chirp, and he felt it's wet tongue on his fairy self, and he was gone in one big gulp.
THE END
Cont'd 6
But then Mr. Toad stopped speaking with a loud crooooak. Before Jeremiah could react, Mr Toad was lying face down in a mud puddle...apparently unconscious.
Jeremiah took several steps backwards in horror. Mr Toad...the only one who would know how to reach Lucinda Toadstool...and now his pocket was flattened, and Mr Toad was-- well, he looked pretty flat too. Jeremiah let out a great fairy sigh in despair. He would never get wings, never, never. As he sat down beside Mr. Toad's dead body, Jeremiah let the tears fall and fall, until there was a great puddle at his feet. All of his dreams for a career, maybe even a wife--they were crushed now,
crushed. No one would want to marry a fair without any wings. They would think he was a fraud. But as he looked through his tears at the great puddle he had created, he saw in it the most extraodinary thing...something that might help things to look up for him after all! It was...
Cont'd 5
"In my pocket," said Mr. Toad, "was the fairy phone number of Lucinda Toadstool, a very good friend of mine."
"Lucinda Toadstool?!" exclaimed Jeremiah.
"Yes, Lucinda Toadstool, and I'm afraid my pocket is too flattened to retrieve her phone number," explained Mr. Toad.
Jeremiah, still confused, thought for a moment. "Why is her phone number so important?" asked Jeremiah.
"Do you remember the fairy who was swallowed by the huge dog, last November?"
"Of course I do!" replied Jeremiah, "She is one of my very good friends!"
"Well," started Mr. Toad, "the only reason why she got out alive was because Lucinda coaxed the dog into letting her out!"
"How did she do that?" asked Jeremiah...
by Liz R.
9:05 P.M.
Cont'd 4
A blindingly shiny tenor saxophone, which just so happened to be directed as to clip the one depressing wing that Jeremiah had. Left with only 76%--not 75%, not 77%, most certainly 76%--of a wing, he was in an even more pathetic state.
Used to such unhappiness befalling him, all Jeremiah did was sigh, pick up the broken piece of wing, and pick up his poor, pancake-esque Mr. Toad. Jeremiah gave a good, stiff shake to the toady flapjack, and Mr. Toad was right as rain.
"Oh, no, Jeremiah! Your only wing! I'm awfully sorry. Perhaps if I wasn't lying flat in the road, I could have done something to prevent it. Dreadfully sorry . . . "
"What happened to 'One does not need to fly in order to be a fairy'?" moaned Jeremiah. "Two minutes ago, you were cheering me on in my flightlessness; nothing changed, I just have even less of a shot a flight than before."
"Yes, but before there was at least hope of a remedy," sighed the toad. "You don't have to fly, but it does help in the convincing of people that you actually are a fairy."
"What do you mean, there was a remedy?" queried a cresfallen Jeremiah. "And why isn't there still one?"
"Well, you see," began Mr. Toad . . .
Cont'd 3
saying "You know. I wasn't expecting such a response as that. I was expecting you to say something like 'eat more flies like me, maybe you'll grow a wing' or something of that nature."The Toad gave Jeremiah an idignant look and hopped off his favorite rock, across the road, and into the pond. Except for the "into the pond" part. And the "across the road". You see, Mr. Toad didn't quite make it. Jeremiah's neighbor, the human, was out in his steamroller and so happened to flatten Mr. Toad exactly as he hopped onto the road."Oh Mr. Toad! Oh my! You poor...uh...pancake-styled thing!" It was just at that moment that Jeremiah's problems got a little worse. For out of the sky came plummeting...
by Eddie James
6:02 PM
Cont'd 2
"You see my fairy friend, you need not worry about your wings. One does not need to fly in order to be a fairy!"With that being said.. Jeremiah stepped back, closed one eye while pondering what the toad had just said. Jeremiah didn't expect such a response, instead he expected the toad to say something like "eat more flies like me, maybe you'll grow a wing", or something of that nature.Meanwhile, as Jeremiah was lost in thought...the toad sighed and waited for a response. And what a response he got, as Jeremiah began to speak which such a puzzling look on his face...
Posted by Xrystofer
12:25 PM
Somebody add to this; I'm dying to know what happens
Once upon a time, there was a fairy who onnly had one wing as a result of a birth defect. The fairy's name was Jeremiah, and he wanted nothing more than to be given a second wing so that he could have all the same opportunities in life as the other fairies did.
One day Jeremiah was walking along (he couldn't fly, you see) and was delighted to see his friend the Toad sitting out sunning himself on his favorite rock. Jeremiah thought that the Toad might be able to help him get a new wing, so he said "Mr. Toad, how can I get a new wing?"
Mr. Toad replied, " "
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