Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

The Gardeners

Martin was one of the king's gardeners. The royal garden was a lavish place full of divers plants and flowers. However, the focal point of the rich assortment was an ancient spreading oak tree, that bore all manner of delicious fruits. It was this tree in particular that Martin looked after lovingly.

One day Martin noticed that some of the trees branches had begun to rot from within, and were bearing withered fruit. In his desire to stop the spread of the disease, he got a ladder, and carefully pruned the dead branches, making sure in his love for the tree and desire to please the king to spare the healthy branches.

Many years later, a new set of gardeners looked at the tree, which was still blooming beautifully. But instead of being joyous, these gardeners were troubled. Had the king indeed told them which fruits this tree ought to bear? Would he not be disturbed at seeing all these asymmetrical branches thrust forth in all directions? To be safe, these gardners fired up their RPW brand chainsaws and cut the branches from the ancient tree. When they finished, the tree was a straight pole, sterile and inoffensive. But they didn't stop there.

"I heard," began one of them, "that in the beginning, this monstrous trunk wasn't here at all. The king planted a pure and beautiful acorn without spot or blemish. It is surely this acorn, and not an ugly imposing gargoyle of a tree that he would want preserved in his garden."

So it was with shovels and axes that they set to work digging up the roots of the tree to get to the perfect acorn. When they finished they all stood around and stared at an empty hole.


Anonymous said…
And the moral of the story is...take life science courses before tending to trees?
-the awesome sis
Anonymous said…
If Martin had actually pruned rather than broken away then the RPW's would never have cut down the tree.

If men had never assumed the same authority as Christ the white and glorious cloth of Christendom would never have been rent into the many pieces that it had been torn.