
Thanks to Jason, once again, for this amazing close up photo of a heron. Check out more of his photos at http://jasonfrels.com/2022/11/15/fiery-sky-over-inks-lake/
The kids were splashing in the lake but not for long. Summer was gone and the temps were dropping.
“Who is hungry? I have hotdogs, chips and cookies.”
Grandma Sarah was calling to them. Benji. Joelle and Marcia. Precious pieces of her heart, her dear grandchildren. It didn’t take long for them to come running from the lake. The screen door banged as they ran inside the cabin.
Benji reached for a cookie and Grandma went to smack his hand, but he pulled it away fast enough. “Wash your hands, you rascal.”
Soon all hands were washed and there was lively chatter as they ate.
“Tell us a story, Grandma, please.”
Sarah looked at their bright, hopeful faces, how could she say no?
“Hmmm….but you heard all of my stories.”
“No we haven’t Grandma, you always have stories to tell.” Joelle replied as her siblings nodded in agreement.
“Let me think …. I may have one left in me yet.” She gave them a wink and their eager faces smiled up at her as she began.
“A long, long time ago there was a young girl named Sarah.”
Benji smirked, “It must have been an incredibly long time, since you were young!”
Grandma Sarah reached out and tickled his ribs. Benji was the witty one.
“As I was saying there was a fair young maiden by the name of Sarah. One early morning she was out for a walk around the lake.
She was secretly hoping to see Rudy. He was a tall, lanky boy with red hair and freckles.”
“Grandpa used to have red hair. This is a story about meeting Grandpa.” Marcia got a dreamy look in her eyes.”I can’t wait until I meet my Prince. ” Joelle rolled her eyes at her sister.
Grandma Sarah laughed, Marcia and Joelle couldn’t be more opposite. The romantic one and the tomboy. Shaking her head she continued with her story.
“Sarah’s heart jumped when she spotted him across the lake. Oh how she hoped he would notice her this time. She had taken extra time on her hair and even sprayed some perfume. That was sure to get his attention.
Her face was burning hot, and as red as a cherry. How dare he? She hated boys. Feeling mad and humiliated she kept her face down while walking back to the cabin.
All Sarah had been able to say was “Hi” to him. He had looked her way and smiled, but as she got closer he scrunched up his face and said, “What’s that awful smell?”
How dare he? He handles stinky fish and he had the nerve to say her perfume stank! She didn’t think it was her perfume at first, but he kept moving away from her when she would get closer. Finally he wrinkled his nose and yelled, “Stay away, you smell!”
Her face still burned, but she did have a little smug satisfaction. She had pushed him into the lake. Served him right.”
Joelle laughed, “Go Grandma!”
Benji made a face, “Poor Grandpa, girls are such trouble.”
“Are not!”
“Are too!”
Grandma Sarah waited for them to stop squabbling and then continued once again.
Sarah’s time at the lake was coming to an end soon, her family would be going home. She hadn’t seen Rudy since that embarrasing day. What a swell vacation this had turned out to be. Not how she had planned at all. She was feeling sorry for herself while skipping stones across the lake.
A few minutes later she was in awe when she looked beside her. There was a golden heron so close to her. It was so still, looking so regal.
“Make a wish, I am the golden heron, at your service.”
Sarah’s mouth dropped open! Did that heron actually talk to her?
“You may want to close your mouth before a fish jumps in.”
Her mouth snapped shut but her eyes felt like they were coming out of her head. A heron was talking to her!
“How are you talking?” Sarah asked in astonishment.
“Well the same as you, I open my mouth and … I wouldn’t think I would have to explain it to you.”
Sarah didn’t know what to think but she wasn’t going to miss a chance to make a wish.
“Make Rudy like me.” She spit it out quick before getting too shy.
The golden heron said, “Your wish is my command.” And away it flew.
The following week they were packing up to leave and Sarah still hadn’t heard anything from Rudy. So much for her “wish.” She hadn’t seen the golden heron again either.
After being home for a week she was surprised to find a letter addressed to her in her mailbox. Who was it from?
Tearing it open she read the first lines. “Dear Sarah, How are you? I wish your family wouldn’t have left. I miss seeing you walking around the lake. You may not want to hear from me but I have to tell you something, though you are going to think I am crazy. Yesterday I saw a golden heron and ..”
A tingling sensation stirred throughout Sarah’s body as she continued to read.
“You can’t stop there Grandma, what happened?” Joelle asked.
“Yeah, I want to know, did Grandpa ever get you back for pushing him into the lake?” said Benji.
“Marcia, where are you going?” They all watched her running towards the door.
“I am going to go find the golden heron. I want to make a wish.”
Joelle smacked her head,”Oh help! Herons don’t make wishes come true, silly, But wait I want to ask it a question.” She was yelling as she ran out the door to catch up to her.
“Girls are so crazy and I have to put up with two of them!” groaned Benji. Grandma chuckled as she tousled his thick curls,
I needed this post.
To counteract a rather depressing one.
Thank you.
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Sorry about your depressing day, but very glad I could help bring some sunshine. You are most welcome!
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I don’t think that golden bird talked. I think Sarah mistakenly thought it talked because she was hard of heron.
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Groaning!
And Sarah knows what she heard. 😛
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I wouldn’t listen to some fowl-mouth bird either way.
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Well guess you won’t get any wishes then, PUNderhead!
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Any wish granted by that bird would probably involve fish anyway.
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You don’t like fish?
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Imagine this:
“Oh golden heron of the lake, I wish for a million dollars US.”
Upon arriving home you find that a truck has dumped a million fish in your yard. And inside each one of these fish is a one dollar bill.
I think that each wish would go a lot like that.
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Oh help!
I would just specify that I didn’t want the money inside fish!
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Sarah should have turned that heron over on its head. Literally flipping the bird.
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Sounds like a herondous experience.
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Yes, very flightening.
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That must be why that bird in the background is ducking
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😶🤚! Some stooges may have to duck soon!
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I thought that was a rock, at first. It reminds me of me, when Carolyn gets a little upset and throws one of her fits.
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…mmm…! I….i…don’t throw fits….Pfttttt!
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Uh-huh. I’m ducking, now.
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Sounds like the experience I have with reading puns! 😛
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😶🤚!!
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Girls are a lot of trouble.
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Pftttttttttttt!!
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I wish to find a golden heron who will grant me every wish I wish for! Ironically, that would make me stop and consider my wishes before stating them (especially those made in anger!).
Great story and great photo!
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Yes, sometimes we can get hasty with our wishes and end up regretting them.
Thanks and I agree about the photo, one of many great ones!
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That photo is stunning! I really enjoyed your story!
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It truly is stunning!
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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What a beautiful image to go with this story. Nice capture, Jason. I think this story has the potential to end up in the ‘be careful what you wish for’ category. 😉
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Haha! True, who knows what Joelle and Marcia may wish for! 😊😉
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This made me smile lots. Thank you ❤️
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Always warms my heart to know that my stories bring smiles, thats why I write. 😊
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Cute story! Herons aren’t that hard to photograph if you go up to them in a boat. They don’t pay attention to watercraft and are only afraid of people on land.
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Thanks Meg and interesting that .they don’t pay attention to boats.
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Hmm, what if Grandma had her attention on some other guy before Grandpa entered the picture? The grandkids made an assumption that the story was about their grandparents.
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Oooh aren’t you being clever.You are right making assumptions can get one in trouble.
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I’m still in that gray area where I can occasionally get away with comments like that. I know you wouldn’t take that from some of your regulars.😊
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LOL! You are smart. Just be careful, gray can quickly change. 😉
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Now that makes me think of my hair. Gray is going to be bald—not exactly my choice, but what can you do?
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😄
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