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The Wishing of Biddy Malone (end)
Inside, the little people were waiting, the beautiful boy in front of them, his hands outstretched. "Biddy Malone !" he called.
Biddy was too fired up to notice his smile. "Faerie trickery and foolery !" she shouted. "You lied to me !" Her anger created a whirling wind that blew the petals clean off the flowers in his hair.
All around the room, silken dresses and shirts flapped like flags.
"Those wishes were useless !" she yelled.
The boy laughed in a shower of little petals.
She screamed at him. "Worse than useless ! First of all, the singing and dancing.
Oh, I got there all right, but I had to do the work myself."
He came closer. "Biddy, hushathee a moment !"
But Biddy would not be hushed. "The third wish !" she cried, her voice tasting of tears. "It worked, did the third wish. But you tell me ! What's the use of a loving heart if it can't have what it loves most in the whole world ?"
He put a finger across her lips. "Biddy, mavourneen, Listen ! I didn't offer to grant you your wishes. I just asked you to name nothing has no value."
Biddy stopped to think. To be sure, if her talents had been given to her for nothing, they would have been worth just that. It was all her hard work that had made her singing and dancing her own.
The boy went on, "As for love, dear Biddy, I've been carrying your image in my heart since the beginning of time. Wisha ! I have and all ! But I needed to wait until you were sure. Yestereen your head told you to take a husband. But your heart loved me so well that it would not let you marry another. I knew then that the time was right and I could come back for you.
Biddy didn't know what to say. As the deep space in her heart filled with the light of his loving, the storm of her anger faded. The room became calm and the faerie folk set about straightening their coats and dresses.
"I am yours, Biddy Malone," he said.
She smiled and sighed and smiled again. Sure now, she was not over good at love talk, but there was a song fine and ready inside her and her feet were twitching like grasshopper's legs.
Her loveling held out his hands.
"Welcome home, Biddy Malone Let us dance."
BY - JOY COWLEY
Inside, the little people were waiting, the beautiful boy in front of them, his hands outstretched. "Biddy Malone !" he called.
Biddy was too fired up to notice his smile. "Faerie trickery and foolery !" she shouted. "You lied to me !" Her anger created a whirling wind that blew the petals clean off the flowers in his hair.
All around the room, silken dresses and shirts flapped like flags.
"Those wishes were useless !" she yelled.
The boy laughed in a shower of little petals.
She screamed at him. "Worse than useless ! First of all, the singing and dancing.
Oh, I got there all right, but I had to do the work myself."
He came closer. "Biddy, hushathee a moment !"
But Biddy would not be hushed. "The third wish !" she cried, her voice tasting of tears. "It worked, did the third wish. But you tell me ! What's the use of a loving heart if it can't have what it loves most in the whole world ?"
He put a finger across her lips. "Biddy, mavourneen, Listen ! I didn't offer to grant you your wishes. I just asked you to name nothing has no value."
Biddy stopped to think. To be sure, if her talents had been given to her for nothing, they would have been worth just that. It was all her hard work that had made her singing and dancing her own.
The boy went on, "As for love, dear Biddy, I've been carrying your image in my heart since the beginning of time. Wisha ! I have and all ! But I needed to wait until you were sure. Yestereen your head told you to take a husband. But your heart loved me so well that it would not let you marry another. I knew then that the time was right and I could come back for you.
Biddy didn't know what to say. As the deep space in her heart filled with the light of his loving, the storm of her anger faded. The room became calm and the faerie folk set about straightening their coats and dresses.
"I am yours, Biddy Malone," he said.
She smiled and sighed and smiled again. Sure now, she was not over good at love talk, but there was a song fine and ready inside her and her feet were twitching like grasshopper's legs.
Her loveling held out his hands.
"Welcome home, Biddy Malone Let us dance."
BY - JOY COWLEY
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