The Grand Liege

The Grand Liege

By: Sara Wisniewski

T’was the morning of November the 13th. Bright, groggy, stiffened, ached and weakened, I had woken up. Sleeping through a majority of planned time, I had come to realize that my funds (that were normally accountable) were despicably blocked from usage. I wasn’t going to make it to the gym. I ate and made myself a smoothie with 5 ingredients- cacao, vanilla, caramel drizzle, and brown sugar. I told myself, “a refused bus fare won’t stop me”. So I planned on traveling with my feet. “It will be fun,” I insisted quietly. “Besides, not everyday is autotroph like this”, I whispered. I don’t get this many chances to spend time outside. Thinking over to myself that working 5 times a week these days... is hard enough. Self-therapy was my implication, destination and re-solution. The new year was coming up and I figured, why not focus on my inner psychotherapy needs?

My voluptuous adventure to the gym was spent walking through soft grass and 10,000 flying ladybugs. I had never been swamped by such goodness before. Curiously and unprovokedly, I had spent my entire walk, walking with them! At one point, a caterpillar had gotten in my way, so a seagull picked it up with its webbed foot and moved it onto the cedarleaf tree. Bright, bold, yellow leaves fell down. All the ladybugs enjoyed the ride down those leaves. I had never been so mesmerized though, by the grasshopper that had landed on my shoe when I was tying it’s laces. “Here ye, here ye”, he called out to me. “A-who?-Who?” , said the awoken owl in reply. What a double-bonus enjoyment! I had then, at that moment, taken my dogs leash out of my pocket, and tied Mr.Owhl to the journey.

Mr.Owhl, the grasshopper (as I may introduce you as Popper), and I came across a note! Oh, shock!

When I flipped it over it had written, “I’m on a mission to defeat every weakness. It’s only like that, because you think it is [like that].”

Tra-la-la, we continued on our journey joyfully and the rest went swell. If you think I’m joking, just know that I’m actually not. Mr.Owhl’s foot got swollen after he stepped on a cracked snail shell. He was rushed to the hospital by an ambulance. I decided to stay back and hoped to see him after the nurses had dealt with him. From then on, I continued, myself, arriving in the noon and returning at darkness.

I was stopped by a lot of people (at the gym) wearing clothing of the opposite gender. I wondered to myself, how their style connected to their gender plus exercise and whether it was helpful (or not). Did it help them pertain performance or be consistent in their routines? I figured that majority of the time, they didn’t see what they were wearing. So everything they perceived was only from an outlook of others. Was it senseful? Self-senseful? Or self- sensual? I had also come across flyers that inhibited bringing your own reusable bottle for hydration. Were water fountains not safe to use anymore? Thirdly, I had seen a children’s daycare at the gym with only one baby inside. Where were all the young, lovable toddlers, kids? More babies? When I had reached the upper level of the gym, I had heard the same music playing that I heard 3 times yesterday, 4 times the day before, 5 times the day before that day, and you can imagine the rest. Such dents and bends in our community were being shaped from each other. Reflecting off one- another. Once I had arrived at home, I actually kept hearing the song replay in my head 15 more times! Was I becoming retarded? Hmm........... the hard-felt thoughts I thought would never happen to me .... we’re coming alive. Was I aging? Perhaps my desire was at a superlicious level.

At this point, I had assumed that Mr.Owhl was thinking of our day. I can’t seem to forget the moment his incident happened and he reacted with a laugh. What a pleasant boy he was- I can not describe more. For he is the secret to my heart. “Oh dear Mr.Owhl”, I prayed. “We shall hope to return for more adventures once you are healed. For I will be missing you next time I am on one. Thank you for the times we had, even though one thing went wrong, I can not fathom how much it didn’t sincerely phase you. Amen.”

The next day, I noticed that Mr. Owhl was very irriconoscibile from his incident and it was very contradicting. It made me come to the realization that Mr.Owhl was my grand liege. Popper and I obeyed him with all respect and although he could fly, we had still let him rest without the journeying. The days passed as if they were 2D for us. We couldn’t wait until they would become 3D again. Some activities we participated in were card games, sparkly arts, wooden crafts and Mr.Owhl’s favourite game; I spy. We came up with a few songs that we can not even wait a second to sing on our next voyage. We were thinking of planning a longer trip on a boat ride eventually. It was time for a different scene.

Mr.Owhl’s nurse came to visit him every day. She was a flamingo from the eastern era. Her name was Ruth. She had advised him to moderate as often as possible in order of reducing problems. I, myself, advised everyone to remain patient because there was no way out. We ensured Mr.Owhl a safe landing each time he was done flying by placing pillows at random spots around the house. Popper called these “home-sides”. I can not thank him enough for being so funny, but at the same time.. I shouldn’t expose too much about our relationship -for Popper will get jealous.

At one point of my wait for Mr.Owhl to heal, I had dunked myself into the nearby community stream composed of water and gunk. I had, surprisingly, despite the windy weather... come across couples of frogs. The 1st couple were 2 poison dart frogs.

Another male and female frog couple were 2 Golden Poison Frogs.

The 3rd couple consisted of a male Amazon Milk Frog and a female too.

The 4th couple were 2 Mimic Poison Frogs.

They happened to be all poisonous so I spoke loudly from a distance to them. I warned them not to become too vexed with the storm coming by later. I wondered if they were aware of the forecast, then maybe they would secrete less poison affiliated with their mood, acconotating their reactions to negative weather. Before I had left, I told them to tilt their bodies upwards a little and to lay on their backs more frequently. That way they can wish upon more stars and have a fulfilled and heart-warming life at their fullest. I also had politely asked all 8 of them to get together for a picture. Snap. I got a photograph of them all at once, indeed. But, that is top secret. Only for Mr.Owhl to see. Hehe.

It happened yet again. The wind blew 90km/hr at a speeding rate. I was on my way to give Mr. Owhl the photo I took yesterday for him. Un-considerably, the wind blew it right out of my hand! I knelt down, putting my hands over my face and began crying. No despair had ever reached me before. It was not completely gone until Mr.Owhl appeared in front of me. “Hello, I got it!” He yelled in shear cheer. “Thy blessed almighty, thank you Mr.Owhl but it’s actually a gift for you.......... I assume, with a special delivery for you too.” I protruded. “Oh-my-oh Mr. Owhl I am, and my goodness am I ever so happy that I have such a grant coming my way. I do wish to inform you that I certainly can walk on my feet now. Thank you for everything, thy dearest friend.” He spoke in tears. Happy tears. Amen.