the little boy and the beanstalk...

if you are sitting comfortably then i shall begin...

ONCE upon a time in a far off land there lived a little boy who had been sick for over a week. the little boy lived with his 'beautiful YOUNG stylish creative' mother and his three siblings...somewhere in the background was his 'handsome OLDER' father.

one sunny hot day the little boy's mother called him to her side

"dearest child you have been sick for over a week, i am weak with lack of sleep and i can no longer care for my garden. take this money and go to the market and bring me back some pretty plants"

"but mummy dearest, can i buy some beans?"

"dearest child, we can not decorate the garden with beans alone, now run along and do not disappoint your YOUNG mother"

"yes mummy dearest"...

and so the little boy popped his twenty dollar bill safely in his pocket and headed out to buy some plants, when he reached the market he wandered around looking for just the right ones...he kept coming back to the orange flowers because he liked the pom pom heads. he then added a large red flower with some ivy and paid his money.

on returning the little boy set to work in the hot midday sun. he dug and he toiled and then he started planting his new flowers...and when all was done he called for his YOUNG mother

"mummy dearest, please come quick so you may see your lovely plants on the porch"

" why dearest child, what a joy you are, you have made our house look respectable again"

then the little boy took his YOUNG mother by the hand and showed her a 'magic' plant he had grown in the back yard

"why dearest child where did that come from?"

"mummy dearest, i took the change from the dollar bill and bought one 'bean' on the way home, i planted it and it grew this big in one afternoon, by tomorrow it will reach the sky and i will climb my 'magic' plant, find a giant, steal his goose that lays golden eggs and you will never have to do the laundry and cook again and we can live happily ever after"

and they both sat on the porch with a cold glass of orange squash admiring the flowers and dreaming of a goose that lays golden eggs...living happily ever after

THE END

thanking you for all the studio love ~ Tif