a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Peter, Peter...

Pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.


Carla said...

I think I have a pumpkin too. I didn't label things well, so I'm not really sure. This gives me hope:) Love this post:)

Melanie said...

Awwww Gail...I just read your previous post, and I am hoping that your doldrums have gone away?? I know what you mean about feeling "blah" every now and then, It's not a good feeling, is it??
Hang in there, okay??? :)

PS-To answer your question about bits....Amber always rides Waska in a halter, but Bo can be quite a handful, so he needs a bit. I am thinking of trying a sidepull, halfbreed sidepull, or a bosal on him though, as he cannot stand his bit...or any bit that we have tried on him over the past 12 years. :)

Tina said...

i always heard this tale as a child but never knew its meaning..until college and I took a lit course whose prof loved to explain the "fairy tales" maybe u already know..

Peter Pickering was the most handsome young man in Buckingshire, born just south of the intersection of Old Dirt Road and Dreary Lane. While he could have had almost any young maiden in the town, he only had eyes for Teresina. Unfortunately for him, Teresina was also lovely and had several suitors. It seemed he’d picked the one woman he couldn’t have.

Peter was determined, however, and once he noticed Teresina had a love of money, he set about making a fortune. You see, as a child he’d traveled to nearby London and found all sorts of strange plants the explorers had taken from a new world. Among these was the pumpkin, a plant Peter found was the delicious subject of a pie. He moved outside of the town, just below Scrabble Hill, where he purchased a small farm and grew these new fruits. Suddenly, everyone in the town wanted to own a pumpkin, especially around All Hallows Eve. Scary faces could be carved in these pumpkins to scare off the malicious spirits rumored to roam around midnight. As a result, the unusual new fruit sold faster than any in Buckingshire.

Seeing the wealth Peter had acquired, Teresina agreed to marry Peter, but she quickly found that the money did not bring her happiness. Furthermore, Peter had a controlling, paranoid air about him that frightened Teresina, and there were rumors circulating that she was seeking comfort in the arms of other men. Soon enough the whole town was joking. Peter Pickering had a wife, but he couldn’t seem to keep her.

Unfortunately, much to her horror, her lovers were soon turning up missing. Everyone in the town had their suspicions, but there wasn’t any solid evidence against Peter, and thus a case was not brought against him. Meanwhile, the town saw less and less of Teresina, until finally in late October she disappeared all together. Search parties went everywhere, but no one could find her. Her brother, Jack Sprat, was interviewed, Peter was interviewed, the whole town was interviewed! But still no sign of where Teresina could have gone.

No one knew what happened until Pumpkin-Carving season was in full swing, and Little Corrik Blue found Teresina’s frowning head in an empty pumpkin shell, where Peter had kept her, and kept her very well.

Pyatshaw said...

In our area we can only grow boring things like potatoes,carrots, peas, beans, cabbage, beetroot, turnips...you name "boring" we grow it.
Hope you ate feeling perkier.
PS I never knew the meaning of that rhyme either...thank-you, Tina.

Sharon said...

Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Three mice ran up the clock. The clock struck one. The other two escaped with minor injuries ;)

That's a pretty pumpkin you've got growing there Gail :)


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