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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Blow The Man Down

"Whoa! That windís a bit brisk, isnít it, Bonnie?" Bruce called, barely heard above the gale force winds that were blowing the butterflies south. "I donít think weíre making much headway. In fact, I think weíre being blow back towards Stirlingshire."

Bonnie put her hand over her eyes, trying to stop the rain from running into them. "I think youíre right. Maybe weíd better land. This is a waste of time to try to fly. It must be gale force nine. My wings feel so tattered and whipped around," Bonnie said, looking at her pink wings.

They flew down and landed among a forest of tall pines. "At least the wind isnít blowing us to bits," Bruce called, still having to shout to be heard. The pines bent back and forth, creaking and groaning. Pine needles fell to the ground, being hurled by the wind. "Ouch!" cried Bruce as a pine needle poked his body. "Letís hide in this hollow tree," shouted.

The two butterflies crawled inside the dead tree. "Thatís much better. At least we can speak without shouting," Bonnie said. "Look at my wings, will you? Theyíre nearly shredded." She rubbed and stroked them, trying to pull them back together.

"Mine arenít much better," Bruce sighed. "I wonder where we landed?"

"Weíll not know until this wind dies down. I saw a river though, just before we landed."

"It must be the Teith River. I think weíre near Doune," Bruce said.

"What? We were all the way to Braemar? Are you telling me the wind blew us down to Doune? Thatís a long way, Bruce!" Bonnie said, surprised at his announcement.

"Well, since weíre here, perhaps we can visit the castle, once the wind stops, of course. In the meantime, I suggest a nap."

They snuggled up in the log and slept. When they woke up, a few hours later, the wind had stopped blowing and the rain had let up. "This is much better," Bonnie said. "Just smell the woods. Itís a grand smell." She took a deep breath. "Now, whereís that castle?"

"Follow me. If my calculations are right, it should be about a mile away. Come on," Bruce called. They fluttered out of the tree and through the forest. They soon came to a meadow and left the trees behind them. "Itís quite hilly in this area, isnít it?"

"Yes, but isnít the heather lovely? Thereís the river. What did you call it? The river Teeth, as in choppers?" Bonnie laughed.

"Yes, Teith, but not the kind you chew with, silly, Bonnie. Up ahead; thereís the castle. See it?" Bruce pointed.

"Itís beautiful. The flowers are lovely too. Delightful. I see some primroses and violets!" Bonnie grinned.

"We should visit the castle first and then eat. Itís a big castle and thereís not that much daylight left," Bruce noted.

They flew towards the stone walls. Bonnie was fluttering around. "EEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Whatís the matter?" Bruce said, flying towards her. She was sitting on a ledge on top of the castle.

"What is THAT?" she gasped, pointing down.

Bruce looked over the edge. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" he screamed too. "Yikes! Itís ugly and frightening. Itís a monster."


Bonnie took a few breaths. She calmed down. "Bruce, there is no such thing as a monster. Iíll have a look." She bravely flapped her wings and fluttered down. "Itís a gargoyle," she laughed. "What on earth were we afraid of. Itís kind of cute, actually."

Bruce flew down. "Why, youíre right. It is a gargoyle. Look at the water gushing out of its mouth. It must be a waterspout too. Someone carved this out of stone. Isnít it amazing, ugly, but amazing."

They flew around the gargoyle for a while, darting in and out of the water flowing out of its open mouth. "Weíve seen the castle, Bruce. Can we eat now?" Bonnie quizzed.

"I think weíll find better flowers, tastier ones, in town. Can you wait?" he asked.

"Yes, I suppose," Bonnie sighed.

They flew into the town. "This is quite picturesque. Thereís an old church with its tower and graveyard down there and look at that; as usual in these old villages and towns, thereís a Mercat Cross in the center. I believe this town once had a sheep and cattle industry, maybe even held fairs."

"I like fairs," Bonnie said. "What are those pistols on the sides of the cross?" Bonnie asked.

"There also used to be a pistol industry. Doune Pistols were quite a popular thing and worth a lot of money today because there are so few left," Bruce explained.

"What an interesting town. Iím almost glad we were blown over here. Iíd have never known all this otherwise. Oh, what a lovely bridge," she noticed.

"Thatís the River Teith again. Bonnie, this is really nice here, but we need to head out. The sunís setting soon and with all this rain, itís going to be cold tonight."

"Letís go," Bonnie said and they flew off to find a safe, warm place to spend the night.

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