One evening I was out for my daily stroll along the old bridge that led me down to a path where I used to fish as a small child, my father had once told me, “A man can make a life-time meal from fishing.” I was not really sure what he meant by that when I was young, but after he had passed away from a mining accident where he had gotten buried by the rocks that were once on the cave ceiling above him. Those words I hold close and dear to me every day remembering the last few words that slipped from my father’s pink-fleshy lips which were always chapped.
My father was a bold, strong, and brave man, always taking one for the team or sticking up for another fellow friend who would be whipped by the whipping boy. My father was the strongest of them all, he had been beat with a crowbar, stabbed in the rib-cage right between two ribs, shot with a nail-gun about 10-15 times, and stabbed right below his eye about five times, and landed on his back on the toilet seat, the pain my father felt that day was outrageous, but my father would not stop living, could not stop I should say he was the heart to our family where he had once been loved and cared for, without my father we were hopeless the money was our source of living.
The cruel things that the king’s knight did to us were heart-breaking, but as father said, “Greed will always harm an innocent soul once, but if you are a king greed will stay with you for a life-time. The phrases father always came up with always stayed with me, in the back of my brain. My father would always give great advice to people in need he was a great man and just from these stories you cannot tell that my stories cannot do the justice.
My father a very tall man standing about six feet two inches tall with thick greasy brown hair from working in the mines, bright blue eyes which always caught anyone’s attention no matter where he was, and who can forget his freckles on his forehead.
As I became older and started to understand what had happened to my father I became the ‘temporary father’ of the house always bringing meals to the table and keeping us in shape and alive, and that was the most important thing in our kingdom, staying alive. I brought home a variety of animals’ rabbits, turkeys, geese, and sometimes ducks. I would take my ‘kill’ and toss it on the table in our cabin, mother would skin it and gut it while my sister would boil it in a stew with some carrots, rice, potatoes, and celery that we could easily trade for in the market, which the king did not approve of.
The sun was shining, my clothes neatly folded on my dresser ready for me to wear, floor-boards creaking, and the wind blowing the chimes hanging from the nail about the window. I was ready a fresh new day and I was off to hunt for today’s meals. As I started to cross the border I noticed some foot-prints unfamiliar around here so I followed them, as I got closer I could hear this strange woods-dweller whimper in fear. I approached the animal, it turns around, and I jump. Only ever seeing this oddly brown shaped monster before startled me and I thought for a minute and I remembered that the king had such a thing like this called a dog. I did not want to hurt this dog since it could mean a hunting partner, protection, and a true friend. I took the dog by its fur picked it up and carried it safely home, mother was not impressed and told me to bring it back to the woods where it belonged, but I could not agree with her I wanted this dog. Mother and I finally agreed on keeping the dog after several minutes of arguing.
As the dog and mother passed away my sister and I became very old and grew up to become the most well-known, well-respected people on the planet and to that day forth there was no more cruelty in the world, but just peace and that is the way everyone loved it.