Antidote to shun and straight lines

Once upon a time, a tall lean man named Dean set upon a journey on foot. The time and place are important to some people, but, to others, the time and place bends and changes and somehow those bends and changes make room for people to slip into the costumes of once upon a time.

And then what happens?

 On very special occasions Magic-makers feed an antidote, a potent dose, of this-and-that-and-the other which almost always includes Beings called Children. Time and Place are really never constant, stable or fixed. That is part of the reason Antidotes are so effective, especially when used on adult Human beings who tend to forget what is important.

The man named Dean was an adult human being who went on a journey through lands warm and dry, once upon a time. As the story was related to me, he wore a red stocking cap, a blue shirt that eventually became attached with many patches or badges from fire departments throughout that warm and dry land.

Since this man was journeying on foot, his son, another human being named Dean sent the man a stick for walking. Hickory by family name if memory serves true. But, maybe this is true and maybe this is truth on the bend.

The funny, and delightful thing about the way time and place bends when the Antidote is at work? The funny thing is how work bends into play and old men begin to age sideways like crabs in motion. Or, does that only happen if the old men are really Crabs in human bodies? Yes, well, maybe.

The once upon a time story of a man named Dean came magically alive when the son of Dean, the very same one who sent his father a walking stick from the family Hickory, bent to be with a family of children from the family Stockavitz.

While digging and sorting through years and years of memories and trinkets, the Antidote seeped her/his way into fingertips and nostrils of the son of Dean.  The crippling stickiness of Shun and Straight Lines had begun to work the Forgetting Spell.

Fortunately, the son of Dean had his own special magic. Imbedded in his name, that was an Antidote. It was his magical name ... Pete, that was spoken, repeated, spoken and repeated over and over again for thirteen days and nights.

Pete, oooh, this is beautiful.
Pete, what is this?
Pete, why are you sending that box to Molly?
Pete, who is Molly?
Pete, do you know how to play this? 
Pete, what ya doing?
Pete, can I help you?
Pete. Pete. Pete ...

Too often we Human People forget how precious the Antidote of Curiosity and Play are in the whole walk and talk and bend to time and place.

Too often we Human People shun those People who won't or don't wish to fit into the straight lines or tight boxes of expectations.

But.



The Antidote.

Once upon a time, once again, on a knoll not far from a prairie where the Forgetting Disease tried to wrangle the son of Dean of his own personal Antidote ...

A band of Children from the Family Stockavitz brought the remedy of Child's Play into the story and  then? And then, the magic and the bending of time and place broke the spell of the Forgetting Disease. Shunning and Straight Lines got caught on the tail of a kite. The kite and its tail dragged over bump and lumps of a campground, leaving those Shuns and Straight Lines knocked for a loop.

Silly unsupervised play, and the twitching of Bunny People's noses mixed up dreams of the most wonderful thing of all. The son of Dean and his dumpling round brown woman of a wife who writes stories and sometimes tells them were given reasons to believe, shun and straight lines are just short sighted reasoning and no fun at all!

Thank you Family Stockavitz, we will long, long remember the Antidote to Shun and Straight lines you brought to a pair of old dears when Spring came on a grassy knoll at the Bunny Camp.