Once upon a time there was a little house in the jungle that sat on stilts nearly 12 feet above the ground. A wide porch ran around three sides of it and there were rows of open windows allowing the breeze to cool its three rooms. The nine young ladies who shared it felt it was an ideal place to live. But perhaps it was a little too ideal, for various wild creatures also sought its comforts on a regular basis.
The girls to whom it belonged were generous, but the creatures did not return their generosity with equal respect. One species was particularly at fault – a dark creature that looked liked a winged rodent – but is also known as a bat.
At nights when they should have been out foraging and frolicking, they
instead chose to hold nightly council meetings at which they chattered incessantly for hours in their rafter homes. At times their conventions would get quite heated and all out brawls would occur complete with screaming and thumps from bodies being tossed through the air. And to make matters worse, each morning the evidence of their gathering would lie in the middle of the floor, right outside of the girls mosquito nets, as none of the creatures could break from their meeting to use the restroom elsewhere.
Things were getting out of hand. Two of the young ladies, sisters, felt that something needed to be done. So one morning they set off on a mission to eradicate their unwanted visitors. A quick trip to the jungle supplied the girls with a bush of prickly thorns which they deposited in their room and then went for the ladder.
One of the girls climbed the ladder against one end of the room while the other girl climbed up a window, across the top of the showers and toilets, and then perched in the rafters.
Using the broom and little sticks they poked and prodded three sleeping guests along the inside of the peak of the roof and into the great outdoors where they belonged. Then they took turns stuffing the thorn branches they had cut into each end of the roof to deter their guests return.
In contentment and peace all the girls celebrated their first evening of silence in a long time.
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The girls to whom it belonged were generous, but the creatures did not return their generosity with equal respect. One species was particularly at fault – a dark creature that looked liked a winged rodent – but is also known as a bat.
At nights when they should have been out foraging and frolicking, they
instead chose to hold nightly council meetings at which they chattered incessantly for hours in their rafter homes. At times their conventions would get quite heated and all out brawls would occur complete with screaming and thumps from bodies being tossed through the air. And to make matters worse, each morning the evidence of their gathering would lie in the middle of the floor, right outside of the girls mosquito nets, as none of the creatures could break from their meeting to use the restroom elsewhere.
Things were getting out of hand. Two of the young ladies, sisters, felt that something needed to be done. So one morning they set off on a mission to eradicate their unwanted visitors. A quick trip to the jungle supplied the girls with a bush of prickly thorns which they deposited in their room and then went for the ladder.
One of the girls climbed the ladder against one end of the room while the other girl climbed up a window, across the top of the showers and toilets, and then perched in the rafters.
Using the broom and little sticks they poked and prodded three sleeping guests along the inside of the peak of the roof and into the great outdoors where they belonged. Then they took turns stuffing the thorn branches they had cut into each end of the roof to deter their guests return.
In contentment and peace all the girls celebrated their first evening of silence in a long time.
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Hahahahaha!!! That is so great!!! When I was in Venezuela, my two roosters slept in the rafters of our bathroom since we didn't have glass but bars on the doors and windows. Needless to say, my roommates hated me when Petry and Sassy (I thought she was a girl) began to crow at 5:30 in the morning!!! But, atleast they weren't little winged bats that could fall in your hair and get tangled up causing two missionaries who brave much more savage elements (razor grass, sun stroke conditions, and swampy treks) to die of heartattacks!
ReplyDeleteWait, this isn't terry, this is Shannon!!! Terry has crazy stories about running across people eating big rats they chased out of the rafters in Lesotho.
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