It was a day not to be forgotten. A day when there were so many assaults on the countryside. Who could the peasants turn to for help? It seems there was no one with the courage to step forward to defend their way of life.
The nobles were nowhere to be found. Where were those who had promised protection for the poor? Would they perish? But how could the nobles let this happen? Who would cook and clean for them? Can they survive without us?
Slowly a rube came forward. A simple sort who’s costume needed many repairs. He was barefoot, dirty and spoke with a weak voice saying he would defend them. “How can this be?” they asked him laughing. You are a nothing a simpleton.
The rube spoke up saying, I may be nothing with nothing, but together we are something and have many weapons at our disposal. Gather your farming tools and we will meet at the bridge to defend our homes.
The rest of the peasants in the village were suspicious but did as the rube had instructed. The peasants laid in wait for the invaders to cross the bridge. After many hours had passed, a scout was sent out to see where the invaders had gone.
The scout came running back into the village yelling that the invaders had vanished. Cheers erupted throughout the village. In no time the rube went back to being the village bumpkin, the nobles demanded the peasants resume their duties and the village continued to get along in the same fashion of its past. It didn’t take long for the villagers to forget the courageous actions of the simple man who was willing to lead them to their defense of the invaders.
Her favorite doll was her Tiny Tears. She named her Janet after her little friend across the street. Mandy would take her for walks in her doll carriage, feed her from her baby bottle, and rock her patiently when tears formed in her eyes. Mandy loved her Tiny Tears so much.
Mandy had Raggedy Anne and Andy, and her Gerber Baby, but they just didn’t make her feel like a mommy like Janet did. She took such care of her dolls, especially Janet. So, when her younger brother stole Janet, took her outside, threw her up in the air causing her to get a scratch on her cheek when she landed, Mandy was beside herself.
How could Johnny do such a thing? Would he like it if she took one of his favorite trucks and did something to it? As Mandy ran into the house holding her precious Janet, she was crying. Daddy stopped her asking what had happened. As she reported the atrocity her little brother had committed, he hugged her ever so tightly. He explained that little brothers are like that. He didn’t really know why, but they had this innate desire to be a pain to their big sisters. He really didn’t mean to hurt your dolly, he just wanted to annoy you.
Mandy didn’t stop crying until she heard her daddy tell Johnny he was grounded for three days with no toys, and no TV so that he could think about what he had done. Smiling, Mandy walked past her brother sitting very unhappily in his room as she cooed to Janet held in her arms.
I am so excited that racing has begun again. The Daytona 500 is tomorrow. Speed weeks started last week with the Clash. Then on Thursday evening, the Duels took place. But the crown jewel of racing happens tomorrow.
My favorite driver, Kasey Kahne has a new ride this year. He goes from the 5 who belongs to Hendrick Motorsports to the 95 of Lavine Family Racing.
Maybe this will be the Daytona 500 he ends in Victory Lane. What a wonderful end to a great weekend that would be. I hope that the media gives him some respect during the race.
His car looks good and is fast. I can’t wait to see his progress with LFR. I think this move is a good one. He will be racing for someone who has his best interests at heart. I have always felt he never got a fair shake at HMS.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain