"If providence did beards devise,
To prove the wearers of them wise,
A fulsome goat would then, by nature,
Excel each other human creature." - Thomas D'Urfey

Sunday, September 30, 2012

A Hair Raising Tale

Once upon a time, in a land not so very far away, there was a grassy knoll.  Now this grassy knoll was not so famous as some grassy knolls, and not very much exciting ever happened there.  Certainly there was no opening and closing of mysterious umbrellas, or anything quite so ominous as that.   No, just a plain old, every-day, mundane kind of grassy knoll.

Now the grassy knoll was inhabited by a complacent horde of straw-like creatures who lived quite peaceably day in and day out.  They were sturdy and dependable folk, not given to over-excitement, the following of ridiculous fads, or any such other nonsense.  Sunrise to Sunset, and all through the night, they stood steadfast.

But one day a terrible thing happened.  A chemical plague, the likes of which had never been seen, rained down upon the grassy knoll.  Screams were heard as some  inhabitants tried to bunker in while others leapt to their death.  The slaughter continued for weeks.  Soon the grassy knoll was no longer grassy, replaced by a  barren wasteland as far as the eye could see.


But one fateful day, the attack ceased.  The coast was clear.  But was the grassy knoll ruined, destined to be forever devoid of life?  Slowly but surely, one inhabitant at a time began to re-emerge.  Like the Big Bad Wolf, the wielders of the heinous chemicals could huff and they could puff, but they could not blow down the resolve of the stalwart citizens.  Those citizens were just like the Ever-Ready Bunny ( except without the pink).

No, my friends, the denizens of the grassy knoll were as tough as they come.  Yet, for all their might, something within them had changed, for no being can enter the fray and come forth unscathed.  As a result, the straw-like creatures were no longer straw-like and certainly no longer straw colored.  For just as Gandalf, the Grey returned after being struck down in the Lord of the Rings, so the dwellers of the grassy knoll returned.  And, like Gandalf, they were no longer the same.  They were, in fact, whiteWhite, symbol of purity, the 'good guys', and Mr. Clean.  Who knew?

Will this change elicit a change in the terroir of the grassy knoll?  Only time can say.  Likely a certain wisdom will be born of the adversity.  Well, we can hope.

“No, my heart will not yet despair. Gandalf fell and has returned and is with us. We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon our knees.” - J.R.R. Tolkien


Kelly said...

The white grassy knoll was beautiful. That grassy knoll stood proud. It bore its white grass as a badge of honor. Strength of character and pride. It not only came through the onslaught but came back stronger.

Candy C. said...

White!! How marvelous! That is much better than brassy gray or (gasp) ORANGE!!

Marigold said...

Dear Kelly,
Right on, Sistah'!!! Or maybe it will be like the Goatdaughter, who was born with really dark hair and it fell out and came back in blonde! LOL!

Marigold said...

Dear Candy,
Well, that's what we have so far, but who knows. We do tend to be kind of backwards in this family. :)

Millie said...

I am quite fond of my white hair. I think you must be a perfect angelic vision of loveliness with your white hair.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Told you it would be beautiful!

Auntie sezzzzzz... said...

Like I said, White Rocks! :-)


Marigold said...

Dear MiMi,
I suppose things could change. After all, it is young hair. You know how the young are - always something new. However, in the mean time, does this mean the Goatmother is Snow White. :)

Marigold said...

Dear Millie,
Ha! There is not enough there to be a perfect vision, except of the Goatmother's scalp. ")

Marigold said...

Dear Auntie,
White rocks? Are we talking about rocks? I thought we were talking about grass. (I am such a smart-alecy goat! :))

Goat Girls Rule! said...

Dear Marigold -- would you please ask the Goatmother if she has EVER,EVEN ONCE IN HER LIFETIME heard a newborn buck kid, a young doeling, a dry yearling, a blue ribbon milker, a stinky buck, an old nanny or a barn princess complain about their coat color?

Marigold said...

Dear Goat Girls Rule,
Ah, but you misunderstand! No complaints, here. Just a statement of fact. Did you not see the part about purity and Gandalf and all that? Actually the Goatmother feels it will add to her whole power mystique as ButterBean!

rocketgirl said...

Dear Marigold, Please give Goatmother a nudge from me and tell her that I was checking in on her. Good to hear her progress and great attitude is still going strong.

Hillbilly Cuz said...

White is beautiful! In fact there are alot of us that lean toward white; cars, appliances, horses, shall I go on? White is "In"! Doesn't matter anyway/color you go.......Your Perfect!!!!

Marigold said...

Der RocketGirl,
Consider her duly nudged! Thanks for checking in on us!

Marigold said...

Dear HillBilly Cuz,
Plus it gives her an in with Mr. Clean. What a hunk! :)

Mrs. Micawber said...

Does this mean that the Goatmother is really Saruman? Or rather, Saruman as he was meant to be? (Obscure movie quote.)

Now all she needs are some long white robes and a gnarly staff.

P.S. Now I'm wondering: how did Gandalf slay the Balrog without getting all his hair burnt off?

P.P.S. Tell Snow White to watch her fruit intake. :)

Marigold said...

Dear Mrs. Micawber,
Heavens NO! The Goatmother is not Sarumon! She is Gandalf in his white form. Although, come to think of it, she could end up going back to the gray form because you know how she is. Never satisfied. Long white robes would be good,but I don't want her to have any gnarly staff because she might try to use it like a shepherd's crook and I'm not havin' any of that! Being philosophical, I have the answer to the Balrog question too...of course it WAS burnt off, but then returned. Born of fire and all that. Now, please explain the fruit statement, if you would be so kind?

Anonymous said...

I would totally rock the white hair. I wish mine was solid white. No, it's an icky dirty-blonde salt and pepper. Well, it is, when it's in its natural state... Currently, it is red. :)

Marigold said...

Dear Goats and Hounds,
Just exactly how many of you are goats and how many of you are hounds, eh? Red. Red would be good! Yes! Red! The GoatGrandmother's hair was red. Unfortunately, we will probably end up with a gray headed Goatmother instead. Probably not even lovely white!

Queen Quattra said...

I have a little white on me....which I really wish was more...I mean c'mon a goat that looks like an oreo is not half as beautiful as a full on white one...Wait, did I just say that?? Me? Queen Quattra??
Pure as the driven snow...snow's white, right??
Angels have white hair, right??
Light is white, so you're right!!
Oy!! :)

Marigold said...

Dear Queen Quattra,
Yes, white is good! I mean I have white, you have white. It's good. With the Goatmother's luck, it is going to change and she'll start getting darker stuff in there and be mousy. Mousy Goatmother.

Snowcatcher said...

You may have to start a whole new blog on this topic. I see another novel in the works. A white-cloaked novel. With a few white snowflakes here and there!

Marigold said...

Dear SnowCatcher,
Snow White and the Seven Goats? Uh, oh. Don't tell the Goatfather. That would mean she'd have to get two more goats. Oy. I ain't sharin' my Peanuts!