Once upon a time, long, long, ago when dragons roamed the land and hobgoblins nestled under bridges there lived four bonny sisters with cheeks of amber rose.
These four led a calm industrious life of craft, cooking and tending to the wild creatures of the forest.
The three eldest were of a gentle and patient nature, whilst the fourth was willful and headstrong. Sharp was her tongue and impatient her hand as she wove her tapestry.
One fine Spring morning as the sisters sat at their handiwork they observed the dance of a pair of turtledoves out their window. As the courtship proceeded they wove the moment into their tapestry and an expectant hush stilled the chatter of the forest.
The youngest sister with a flounce of irritation left her place at the table and went out into the cool Spring morning. As she strode through the forest she was met by a dashing fellow in linen breeches and shining naval cap who clasped her to his bosom and claimed her for his very own.
So it was, dear reader, that the three eldest sisters waved goodbye to the younger as she rode off into the distance. And as the sisters wiped their tears and the calm of the craftroom descended once more, the question remains unanswered. Whose fate would you choose for your own? The willful fourth or the eldest three in their little home in the woods.
hmmmmm, would I have to live with my "actual' sisters? or could I pick some crafty sisters?
Posted by: jodie | March 28, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Hmm.. I think I'd probably giddy up with the guy on the horse and pop back to the sisters for the odd crafternoon! You can have your cake and eat it too, can't you?!
Posted by: Pip | March 30, 2008 at 08:38 AM