Hang Ten, Find Nine, Remembrance of Purpose
Once upon a time, there was a girl who just needed a break. The hustle and bustle of life under the tutelage of township had worn her down into a mere bodily pulp. So she walked to the edge of town, to the docks preparing ships for the horizon, in order to think and regain her mind. She sat herself down on the edge of a pier, dipped her tootsies into the water, and began to wail at what was caused. She lost her big toe to an even bigger fish passing by. What a fish that size was doing in the shallow water made little difference to the girl with the missing toe, for she was too busy missing her toe. And oh how she missed her toe! It seemed as though it was the only thing keeping her from feeling the pain now overwhelming her foot- had she only known what lie beyond the bounds of her skin, maybe she wouldn’t have taken her big toe for granted. But there was little sitting there ruminating would yield beyond a loss of too much blood, so she ripped off a piece of her shirt, wrapped her wound, and limped back to town. She stopped by a butcher’s shop, to see if the butcher had any spare parts, and to see if she could be aided in attaching any potential appendage. The only thing the butcher could offer was veal hoof, and so she took it without shame. Why have shame about all that you could manage? The butcher attached the hoof to her foot where there used to be a big toe, and she skipped along her merry way. She had to get new shoes, but beyond that, it was a happy ending.
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2015