When the noon time bell struck the twelfth chime, and even before the echoes of that twelfth chime stopped ringing throughout the little village, the plunderers plundered, the pillagers pillaged, and the looters looted. All the while, the butcher, the shopkeeper, the children, and indeed all the villagers watched in horror as their little village was ransacked by the ransackers. But Archie, who wasn’t only small, but also very clever, Archie became invisible, dear friends. Yes, being small had its advantages, indeed.
Not a single plunderer, pillager, or looter ever saw little Archie, because he knew how not to be seen. The leader of this vile gang, the vilest of the vile, the plunderingest of the plunderers, the pillagingest of the pillagers, and the lootingest of the looters ordered that his men should go about the village and gather up all the people from the smallest of the small to the largest of the large and bring them to the village jail, where they would be, each and everyone, locked away and left so that they might not send out a party after them to retrieve the spoils of all the pillaging, plundering, and looting. And, so, that’s exactly what the evil horde did. They rounded up everyone, the smallest of the small to largest of the large and locked them away in the jail; but they missed one very small, miniscule, insignificant, minute little fellow. And that, dear friends, was their biggest mistake.
We have to admit, it was a very clever plan on the part of the vilest of the vile hoods. But, he never expected that a very small hermit would have happened to have come into the village from the farthest corner of a faraway place exactly on the day that he hatched his evil scheme. And he certainly could not have planned on that very small hermit being invisible.
As soon as the pillagers, plunderers, looters, and ransackers were gone, little Archie ran into the jailhouse. There they all were, crammed into the cells so tightly, they couldn’t have escaped no matter how hard they tried. The largest of the large jammed up tight against the smallest of the small jammed up tight against the mediumest of the medium. And they all cried out, in a single voice “ARCHIE!”, when they saw him come through the door; for the first time in his life, little Archie had become the biggest person in that little village!
Archie placed a tiny little finger to his lips, hushing them down just in case any pillagers, plunderers, or looters had hung around, and quickly went to work. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him to a broom closet, and got a broom. Dragging the broom by its bristles behind him, he went to the wall where the keys to the cells hung and, standing the broom against the wall scaled up the broomstick, slipping once and quickly regaining himself, and grabbed the large key ring on the hook. But, it was too large and heavy for Archie to heft.
So, Archie leaned out on the broomstick, and then leaned in quickly, banging hard against the wall and knocking the key ring loose from its hook to the floor. It also knocked poor Archie to the floor, who landed right beside the key ring with a little faintly heard “Uuuummmppphhhh!” But, our little hero quickly got up and without so much as dusting himself off, druuuuuggg the oh, so heavy key ring over to the cell that the constable occupied and fell to the floor, exhausted by such a big effort for such a small fellow.
The constable retrieved the key ring, and reaching his arm outside the bars, unlocked his cell door. He threw the key ring to his deputy and soon all the villagers were freed! A party was arranged quickly, and into the woods they flew, after the vile gang of pillagers, plunderers, and looters, stopping in all the villages along the way to get support. The vile gang was soon captured, and locked in the very same cells that they had locked the villagers in, thanks to one very small, very invisible hermit. And all was well!
And so, dear friends, always remember this, no matter how far away in the farthest reaches of a faraway place you may dwell, no matter how minutely small you may be, inside each and everyone of us is a hero bigger than our circumstances just waiting to get out.
No matter what form life takes in you, it takes it for a reason!
The End
peace, wayf
