A few weeks back we held a ball at daycare. There were pink dresses and blue dresses. A pirate and an Indian too.
I believe I even saw a bride or maybe three. Some had bare feet and runny noses and others wore shoes very much like those the Princess herself would've worn. Somehow, in all the scuffle and shuffle, the pirate ended up with some fair maiden's shoes. He was quite pleased with his new found treasure and even dared to show them off to the Indian. The other
dancers' swirled and pirouetted and spun themselves silly. Some of the guests were overjoyed to be present and others were dragged in to the whole affair rather unwillingly.
But despite the unhappy few, the majority clung to their partners like the last song was about to play and their happy dream would be over, much like Cinderella at the Prince's ball. The pirate seemed quite out of character, with a happy grin on his face instead a the salty scowl that one would find on any ordinary pirate. But that maybe could be accounted for because of his fabulous footwear.
He probably hadn't experienced such finery in all his piratey life. Or maybe it was the blushing bride that had caught his fancy. My, was she a purty sight. Sadly, after much spinning and tripping about, the dancing and music began to slow.
Tummies began to rumble and the gowns and party frocks were put away. The Indian turned back into a boy and the pirate was no one other than Mr. Gilbert, himself. The fun was packed back into a box until a distant day when the music begins to sing it's familiar dancing tunes once again. Lunch was now in order. All that dancing can stir up quite the appetite, you know.
A few weeks back we held a ball at daycare. There were pink dresses and blue dresses. A pirate and an Indian too. 
I believe I even saw a bride or maybe three. Some had bare feet and runny noses and others wore shoes very much like those the Princess herself would've worn. Somehow, in all the scuffle and shuffle, the pirate ended up with some fair maiden's shoes. He was quite pleased with his new found treasure and even dared to show them off to the Indian. The other 
dancers' swirled and pirouetted and spun themselves silly. Some of the guests were overjoyed to be present and others were dragged in to the whole affair rather unwillingly. 
But despite the unhappy few, the majority clung to their partners like the last song was about to play and their happy dream would be over, much like Cinderella at the Prince's ball. The pirate seemed quite out of character, with a happy grin on his face instead a the salty scowl that one would find on any ordinary pirate. But that maybe could be accounted for because of his fabulous footwear. 
He probably hadn't experienced such finery in all his piratey life. Or maybe it was the blushing bride that had caught his fancy. My, was she a purty sight. Sadly, after much spinning and tripping about, the dancing and music began to slow. 
Tummies began to rumble and the gowns and party frocks were put away. The Indian turned back into a boy and the pirate was no one other than Mr. Gilbert, himself. The fun was packed back into a box until a distant day when the music begins to sing it's familiar dancing tunes once again. Lunch was now in order. All that dancing can stir up quite the appetite, you know.
4 comments:
Oooh How cute!!Thank You for the delightful story and pictures.Now that Stephen has weekends off we Need to get together!!!!!
How fun! I like the pirate. That's what I want to be when I grow up.
very cute post!
You are so whimsical and fun, beth, and relate this is in an original and entertaining format. Oops, that was a bit like an English creative writing critique...
Post a Comment