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PROMPT March 21st Write about good things that can come out of a bad situation. If you have an example from personal experience, please share! Collin sat all crunched up in his favorite chair. Well, it wasn't really his favorite, it was the only chair he had. So he guessed that made it his favorite. The gloomy sky with the dark clouds full of rain and the frosty air all around made him gloomy too. And a little nostalgic. Collin hated when he was feeling nostalgic because it made him face his past. And in the last 300 years there was a lot to face! He tightened his bony fingers around the chipped little cup that held some strong tea and a splash of cream. One nasty fungus-covered nail tapped the rim of his cup. Thinking, thinking, thinking, he was lost in a blase (pretend there's an accent aigu over the "e") moment of nostalgia. Depressing as it was he was trying to find something good, even great, in the past 300 years. Tapping, tapping, tapping, he stared out the foggy window. Suddenly his eye caught something. He leaned into the window, closed one eye, and fixed his other eye on a fuzzy little creature caught in a glistening sticky web. A bumble bee. "Nasty little thing," Collin grumbled. "Hateful litte creature," he grumbled some more. Collin had every right to grumble. At least that's what he thought. Because he'd been a victim of a hateful creature such as the one caught in the web. It happened when he was a spittin' wee mite, oh, about 200 or maybe even 250 years ago. And on a bright spring day under some billowous clouds in a field full of nothing but flowers, a mighty big bumble bee landed on his scrawny little arm and settled in the fuzz covering his upper arm. Collin was mesmerized by the thing. Everything on it seemed to move and vibrate. And it's tiny little stinger did a funny little dance, swaying from one side to the other. And...OUCH! That horrid thing landed it's tiny stinger right into the flesh of Collin's arm! It hurt like the dickens! And Collin cried out in pain. And then...the swelling began...his arm got bigger and bigger. And Collin felt sicker and sicker. Turning greener than green, Collin made his way to his hut and his bed. There he stayed...for the next several weeks. The swelling grew to a red pussy mess. His fought to keep the nausea at bay. And the pain was...well, by Collin's recollection, it was excrutiating. So, yes, Collin had every right to grumble about the bumble bee now caught in the web outside his window. And grumble he did. As he sat watching the little thing fight he picked up the only spoon he had, all tarnished and grimy. He dipped his spoon into the small pot of honey he stole from the family next door and stirred some of the sweet luscious goo into his tea. Mindlessly he stirred as he stared out the window. And then...well in Collin's world it was something rather unexpected. Maybe even a miracle. Collin tasted the sweet lovely tea and realized having honey was like having gold. Liquid gold. Maybe even a necessity. How could he ever drink tea again if there was no honey? And there'd be no honey if there were no bees! No bees like the one caught in the web. And just like that Collin had a change of heart. He had to act fast! He ran out the door. No coat. No boots. No nothing. Just naked old Collin! Ugly and hairy, but hell-bent on saving that bee! Collin raced to the web and ran his gnarly finger around the web to loosen the bee. He cupped the poor creature in his scaly palm and pushed as much of the web away as possible. And with some spit and a push the bee buzzed from his hand and flew off on a jagged little path. Collin let one scrawny arm fall at his side, and with the other he waved a jolly good salute in the direction of the bee. Collin realized he'd done a good deed. A bad situation turned into good. It wasn't a trick or a trap or even a spell. It was simply a good deed, and Collin's first. Collin tried hard not to smile. He tried to grumble and complain and gripe. But he couldn't. So he gave in and spent the rest of the day with a smile on his creepy little face. |
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