Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 15
Sasporilla was becoming accustomed to the long days of classes combined with her work in the kitchens and laundry. She used her time to constructively practice working with water while getting her chores done. Working on the grounds with Hagrid and Professor Sprout was getting easier as out on the grounds she could practice her powers of Earth while in turn getting the odd jobs done they had tasked her to do. The weekends were taken up training with Drooble and Weerlow. She was really getting the hand of Earth and Water. So much so that they could no longer surprise her with any attack. She felt it coming and could turn it on them before they had the chance to get her.
It had been a long winter and Sasporilla was ready for the Easter Break. Lyra was going to her parents beach house in Spain. Sasporillas mum only said she had a surprise for her.
Sassy stood on the platform in Hogsmead, 25 minutes past when the Express left headed back to kings cross, leaning against the new travel bag her mum had sent her, with Gooseberrys house stacked on top. She picked at the guitar that hung from its strap on her shoulder. Gooseberry danced along to 'Do the Hippogryph' which was really the only song she new well.
A long purple car pulled up along side the train platform and adjusted its height so its doors sat level with it. A driver jumped out and ran alongside opening its back door for Sasporilla. The man looked familiar to her. Tall and thin with a pale complexion and long greasy black hair tied back under his drivers cap. Inside sat her mum and Miss Daisy who waved excitedly.
"Look they sent a big fancy car and all." Wysteria said. Sasporilla went to pick up her bags but the driver intercepted her.
"No worries miss." The driver smiled. "I'll take care of your bags. You just get in and enjoy the ride."
"Thank you sir." Sasporilla smiled and climbed into the back of the car.
The inside was huge. There was more room inside the car then some muggle busses she'd been on. Gooseberry found a bowl of fresh fruit and made a bee line for the peach on top.
Wysteria grabbed her little girl and gave her the biggest I miss you hug that seemed to go on for moments to long. Quite frankly Sasporilla would never get enough of her mums hugs so she just enjoyed it while it lasted. The car began to drive away up and off the tracks and into the sky.
"So is anyone going to tell me where we're going on this SPECIAL super secret Trip?" Sasporilla asked.
"Nope." Wysteria and Miss Daisy said in unison then burst into laughter like school girls.
The drive was long and peaceful. Sasporilla fell asleep in a sunny spot as the car flew above the clouds. Sassy dreamed of a boy who watched her from afar. The boy was scared, sad and angry yet showed no emotion other than a slight snarl on his left upper lip. Sasporilla tried to reach him but the boy was always to far away. Perhaps if he knew that just one person cared about him it would make the difference in his life. The dream became frantic and disjointed. The boy would turn corners. A man would be waiting for her as she followed. Evil laughter, explosions, dirty water, wands spewing green death.
Sasporilla jolted awake as the car touched down on an old country road.
"I'm sorry Sassy dear." Wysteria said. "I didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to wake you to say we're here."
The car turned up a long dirt driveway and drove through a long grove of trees. Sasporilla rolled down her window and breathed in the clear fresh farm air. As they broke through the trees She saw a man standing on the white porch of a large red farm house. He waved as the car pulled up.
"Myron!" Sasporilla yelled.
"Hello!" Myron Wagtail said heading towards the car.
The wheels barely came to a stop when Sasporilla threw open the door and jumped out, running up and hugging her friend tightly.
"Thanks for the guitar." Sasporilla beamed up at him. "I love it!"
"Did you bring it with you?" Myron asked.
"Yes its in the boot." Sassy said.
"Ah brilliant" Myron said excitedly. "After you all get settled in we'll get together and you can play me something."
"All right!" Sassy said breaking off and running to the back of the car to get her guitar. The driver looked at her, smiled and handed her the guitar. One of the strings had snapped.
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Sasporilla had her own room in the farm house. It was done up in whites, pinks and purples and was officially named on the door "The Sasporilla Bucket Suite."
She took no time putting her things in the cupboard and side board. After all she'd only packed for the week. Wasting no time she grabbed her guitar and a pack of extra strings. Gooseberry took her place on Sassys shoulder and they ran down stairs as fast as feet could carry them.
"Oy!" Wysteria yelled after her heavy footed daughter. "Slow it down! You sound like herd of water buffalo running wild you little animal!"
"Ah the excitement of youth." Miss Daisy said setting up her rocking chair outside her house.
"Truth be told." Wysteria said. "I'm pretty excited too."
*******************************
Myron Wagtail showed Sasporilla how to change out strings on her guitar. It was easy as 1, 2, 3... um 4 & 5... ok 6 too. Well he was a singer after all and the band hand techs and rodies to deal with that stuff. They sat on very comfortable out door chairs on the front porch.
"There." Myron said handing Sasporilla the guitar. "Now that that's settled how about a song?"
"OK." Sasporilla said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The first few notes were harsh klinkers indeed. "I'm nervous."
"Why?" Myron asked. "It's just me."
Sassy started playing "Dance like a Hippogryph." Myron jumped to his feet danced and sang along. It was just like at the concert but better because now she was the guitarist.
Wysteria and Daisy carried a plate of cookies and a pitcher of Lemonade. When the song was over Daisy and Wysteria applauded and cheered. Myron did his trademark stage bow and returned to his chair.
"We put together a small snack for before tea." Wysteria smiled and sat down beside her daughter.
"So don't fill up." Miss Daisy wagged her old bony finger at the youngsters. Wysteria grabbed 2 Ginger snaps from the plate. "That means you too!"
Gooseberry jumped up onto to table, grabbed a ginger snap and started munching.
"Gooseberry loves ginger bread." Sassy said. Gooseberry smiled and took another bite.
Glasses poured and lemonade sipped all sat back and enjoyed the cool spring afternoon.
"Ladies", Myron said concerned. "Please tell me you're not cooking. This is a vacation!"
"No, no." Miss Daisy said. "Your kitchen elves Nurnie and Greeble made it very clear that we were not to assist."
Sassy laughed at the thought of her mom and Miss Daisy not being allowed to cook.
"So were you surprised?" Myron asked. "Your mom and I have been in contact for a bit working this week out. You know, my schedule, hers and yours."
"I was so surprised!" Sasporilla said looking around. "I can't believe all this is yours."
"I'm renting for now." Myron said. "I have to the end of August to decide if I want to buy. I like it out here away from the city."
"Yes it's very peaceful." Wysteria said.
"Any luck in the house hunt?" Myron asked.
"Nothing yet." Wysteria smiled. "I'm holding out for the perfect spot."
"Good for you." Myron said. "Never settle. Hold out for the right thing and you'll never be disappointed.
********************************************************
Dinners, long walks in serene pastures, interacting with some the whittiest cows Sasporilla had ever met made for the perfect Easter vacation. She found her self in the east pasture trying some of the chords and picking techniques Myron had shown her.
Sasporilla yawned. Nights here were quiet and peaceful but her dreams were not. Nightmares had plagued her slumber since the day she arrived. Last night she hadn't even wanted to go to sleep and just tried to stay awake. Of course not being used to late nights she dozed after eleven. Trapped in a tumultuous world of disturbing imagery.
"May I join you dear?" Miss Daisy asked popping out of nowhere.
"You never have to ask Miss Daisy." Sasporilla said patting the grass. "You're always most welcome with me."
Miss Daisy kissed the young witch on the cheek. Such genuinely sweet loving child.
Miss Daisy pulled a small tea towel from her hand bag and placed it down on the grass beside Sasporilla and sat down. They sat and looked out across the pasture at the clear blue sky.
"I thought that perhaps today, in this perfect spot, at this perfect time, would be the perfect place to teach you about the Air." Miss Daisy smiled.
"Sounds perfect." Sasporilla laughed.
They sat in silence as the wind gently washed over and around them, caressing their skin, and making ripples in the grass.
"The air, like water, like earth, is very much alive." Miss Daisy said quietly. "It can be as soft as a babies kiss, as hard as a brick wall, as strong as a team of dragons!"
"I've tried to feel the air like I do water and earth but its just beyond me." Sassy said a bit ashamed.
"That is because you don't know how to feel it or what to feel it with." Miss Daisy said placing her hand gently on Sasporillas. "You can feel water from your insides out. You can feel Earth in your nose, your muscles and skin. Air you feel in your chest, your lungs and in your palms."
Sassy took a deep breath allowing the air to circle inside her, exhaling as she looked at the palms of her hands.
Miss Daisy gently turned and waved her hand in the air. Its delicate movements spun the air gently around it. Sasporilla could see the air twist and turn its flow around her movements. Sassy started to move her own hands in this way and watched the air flow on around and past. She watched as it travelled on flowing into the distance. She saw the air in its blending temperatures and levels of flow.
"I see it." Sasporilla smiled.
Clouds began to form in the sky which grew dark as the winds picked up.
"Looks a storm is brewing." Sassy said grabbing her guitar. "We better get inside."
"No." Miss Daisy insisted.
"But the storm?" Sassy asked.
"You are the storm." Miss Daisy said. "Air is delicate, air is powerful. To put to much in, effects it a thousand fold. To be the air one must be calm unless you want to bring a storm."
Sasporilla sat back down and relaxed her mind & her muscles. The storm continued to intensify. Sassy was getting nervous.
"Calm." Miss Daisy said. "Breathe."
Sassy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The wind howled blowing her over. She remembered being very young. Going on a walk with her mum to shops and spotting a white dandelion pulling it up and blowing at it so that it blew apart... just as her breath had made for the wind which blew her over.
Sasporilla jumped to her feet and raised her hand slowly to the sky. The winds slowed. She looked up to the clouds and with a gentle word separated them and dismissed them. The sky brightened and returned to a beautiful blue afternoon. Miss Daisy looked at her grand niece with pride as Sassy turned ever so slowly, arms out stretched and lifted into the sky. Floating like a balloon with the will to make the wind blow it where it would go. Through the grass and across the treetops. Over mountain peeks and hig above the clouds to the edge of infinity.
"That's my girl." Miss Daisy said. "Now come down and lets head back."
Myron was lounging on the porch reading Dickens when Sasporilla and Miss Daisy returned to the house.
"Having fun?" Myron asked.
"Oh my yes." Sassy smiled sitting down. Gooseberry sat in a hanging planter crunching on ginger snaps.
"You'll get fat if you only eat sweets!" Sasporilla warned the monkey who polled out a banana and stuck her tongue out at her.
"Cheeky monkey!" Sassy laughed.
"You know." Myrons eyes sparkled. "Its funny moments like this that can inspire me to write songs. You should try it."
"I haven't got the talent for that." Sasporilla blushed.
"Nonsense!" Myron insisted gathering up a bit of paper and a quill. "Bet you've never really tried?"
"Well." Sassy though for a moment. "No, I guess I never have."
"It's easy." Myron said. "Sometimes you get a tune in your head and words form from it. Other times you got the words and the music comes from them, see?"
"Yes I understand." Sasporilla said looking at the blank paper. "What should I write about?"
"Something you're passionate about. A cause or an emotion. Love for instance! Write about how much you love that cheeky monkey of yours!"
Sassy started to string some words. "My monkey."
"That's it." Myron said. "Just write them down and try and connect them."
"I have a little monkey.... and I took him to the country where he'll only eat gingerbread." Sassy sang.
"Brilliant!" Myron cheered! "Keep going."
The process was hard but fun and made for a most enjoyable afternoon.
It was late afternoon when Heather Dejour arrived with her entourage carrying a myriad of garment and accessory cases. Myron stood up to greet her with a kiss.
"Heather." Myron smiled. "What a lovely surprise."
"I found myself with a couple of free days and thought I'd pop out for a bit of fun on the farm." Heather laughed.
"Brilliant." Myron said. "There's plenty of room for everyone. I'll show your people where to stow there gear. You don't mind doubling up with me do you sweetheart."
"Oh I insist." Heather laughed giving him a devilish kiss.
'Get a room' Sasporilla thought as she picked out some notes. Myron showed Heathers people to their rooms while Ms.Dejour chose to stay on the porch and talk to Sasporilla.
"You must be Sassy." Heather sneered.
"Yes." Sassy said smiling putting down her guitar holding out her hand. "Sasporilla Bucket Miss Dejour."
Heather slapped the girls hand aside. "Look you little twerp. I know your kind. Poor little girl with the widowed mother who tags on to a star to siphon off their money."
"No I'm..." Sasporilla tried to explain.
Heather slapped Sasporilla hard across the cheek.
"Shut it." Heather insisted and then started to mock her. "Oh I don't have a poster. Send her a box of swag. Oh I don't have a guitar. Send her an 800 galion custom Glibtone. You pathetic little whore."
Sasporilla was angry but the words hurt her so bad she burst into tears and ran into the house. Amidst the ruckus of the entourage settling in to the large farm house it didn't come to Myrons attention until dinner that something was horribly wrong.
Nurnie the house elf came out of the kitchens into the living room where Myron and Heather snuggled on the couch in front of the fire.
"Sir." Nurnie said. "Dinner is being served."
"Thanks Nurns old man." Myron said rubbing his hands together excited at the smell of roast beef. "Did we have enough for everyone?"
"Oh yes sir." Nurnie smiled. "Even if your guests had not left we are always prepared for more!"
"Left?" Myron asked. "Who left?"
"The leaches left dear." Heather said hugging her man. "I saw to it. They won't bother you again."
"What did you do?" Myron asked angrily.
"Sasporilla? Wysteria? Miss Daisy?" Myron shouted as he ran up stairs.
In Sasporillas room he found the name plaque covered over by a handkerchief and the guitar left neatly on her bed with a note attached.
Dear Myron;
I don't want you to think of me like a charity case. We aren't leeches who use people for their money and fame. We're not those kind of people. In retrospect I can't accept your gift and humbly ask you not to send it on. I just wanted to be your friend. I'll be returning home early with mum and miss Daisy.
I'm sorry to have been a burden on you.
Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket.
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A small scrap of wripped up paper blew across the front yard of the farm. The tall thin man who had driven Sassy and her family to the farm walked over to it and picked it up. The scrap of paper was all that remained of Sasporillas first song.
"My Monkey by S.Bucket.
I have a little monkey
And I took him the country
Where he only eats ginger brea..."
On the back were 3 words "Bought the farm"
The thin man put it into his pocket with a dubious grin.
"Marlon." Myron Wagtale called out.
"Yes sir?" Marlon answered.
"I need your help getting Heather and her people packed up and out of here."
"But sugar plum." Heather said trying to calm her furious boy friend. "Where will we go."
"Straight to hell for all I care." Myron yelled. "Just get OUT!"
Sasporilla was becoming accustomed to the long days of classes combined with her work in the kitchens and laundry. She used her time to constructively practice working with water while getting her chores done. Working on the grounds with Hagrid and Professor Sprout was getting easier as out on the grounds she could practice her powers of Earth while in turn getting the odd jobs done they had tasked her to do. The weekends were taken up training with Drooble and Weerlow. She was really getting the hand of Earth and Water. So much so that they could no longer surprise her with any attack. She felt it coming and could turn it on them before they had the chance to get her.
It had been a long winter and Sasporilla was ready for the Easter Break. Lyra was going to her parents beach house in Spain. Sasporillas mum only said she had a surprise for her.
Sassy stood on the platform in Hogsmead, 25 minutes past when the Express left headed back to kings cross, leaning against the new travel bag her mum had sent her, with Gooseberrys house stacked on top. She picked at the guitar that hung from its strap on her shoulder. Gooseberry danced along to 'Do the Hippogryph' which was really the only song she new well.
A long purple car pulled up along side the train platform and adjusted its height so its doors sat level with it. A driver jumped out and ran alongside opening its back door for Sasporilla. The man looked familiar to her. Tall and thin with a pale complexion and long greasy black hair tied back under his drivers cap. Inside sat her mum and Miss Daisy who waved excitedly.
"Look they sent a big fancy car and all." Wysteria said. Sasporilla went to pick up her bags but the driver intercepted her.
"No worries miss." The driver smiled. "I'll take care of your bags. You just get in and enjoy the ride."
"Thank you sir." Sasporilla smiled and climbed into the back of the car.
The inside was huge. There was more room inside the car then some muggle busses she'd been on. Gooseberry found a bowl of fresh fruit and made a bee line for the peach on top.
Wysteria grabbed her little girl and gave her the biggest I miss you hug that seemed to go on for moments to long. Quite frankly Sasporilla would never get enough of her mums hugs so she just enjoyed it while it lasted. The car began to drive away up and off the tracks and into the sky.
"So is anyone going to tell me where we're going on this SPECIAL super secret Trip?" Sasporilla asked.
"Nope." Wysteria and Miss Daisy said in unison then burst into laughter like school girls.
The drive was long and peaceful. Sasporilla fell asleep in a sunny spot as the car flew above the clouds. Sassy dreamed of a boy who watched her from afar. The boy was scared, sad and angry yet showed no emotion other than a slight snarl on his left upper lip. Sasporilla tried to reach him but the boy was always to far away. Perhaps if he knew that just one person cared about him it would make the difference in his life. The dream became frantic and disjointed. The boy would turn corners. A man would be waiting for her as she followed. Evil laughter, explosions, dirty water, wands spewing green death.
Sasporilla jolted awake as the car touched down on an old country road.
"I'm sorry Sassy dear." Wysteria said. "I didn't mean to startle you. Just wanted to wake you to say we're here."
The car turned up a long dirt driveway and drove through a long grove of trees. Sasporilla rolled down her window and breathed in the clear fresh farm air. As they broke through the trees She saw a man standing on the white porch of a large red farm house. He waved as the car pulled up.
"Myron!" Sasporilla yelled.
"Hello!" Myron Wagtail said heading towards the car.
The wheels barely came to a stop when Sasporilla threw open the door and jumped out, running up and hugging her friend tightly.
"Thanks for the guitar." Sasporilla beamed up at him. "I love it!"
"Did you bring it with you?" Myron asked.
"Yes its in the boot." Sassy said.
"Ah brilliant" Myron said excitedly. "After you all get settled in we'll get together and you can play me something."
"All right!" Sassy said breaking off and running to the back of the car to get her guitar. The driver looked at her, smiled and handed her the guitar. One of the strings had snapped.
****************************
Sasporilla had her own room in the farm house. It was done up in whites, pinks and purples and was officially named on the door "The Sasporilla Bucket Suite."
She took no time putting her things in the cupboard and side board. After all she'd only packed for the week. Wasting no time she grabbed her guitar and a pack of extra strings. Gooseberry took her place on Sassys shoulder and they ran down stairs as fast as feet could carry them.
"Oy!" Wysteria yelled after her heavy footed daughter. "Slow it down! You sound like herd of water buffalo running wild you little animal!"
"Ah the excitement of youth." Miss Daisy said setting up her rocking chair outside her house.
"Truth be told." Wysteria said. "I'm pretty excited too."
*******************************
Myron Wagtail showed Sasporilla how to change out strings on her guitar. It was easy as 1, 2, 3... um 4 & 5... ok 6 too. Well he was a singer after all and the band hand techs and rodies to deal with that stuff. They sat on very comfortable out door chairs on the front porch.
"There." Myron said handing Sasporilla the guitar. "Now that that's settled how about a song?"
"OK." Sasporilla said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The first few notes were harsh klinkers indeed. "I'm nervous."
"Why?" Myron asked. "It's just me."
Sassy started playing "Dance like a Hippogryph." Myron jumped to his feet danced and sang along. It was just like at the concert but better because now she was the guitarist.
Wysteria and Daisy carried a plate of cookies and a pitcher of Lemonade. When the song was over Daisy and Wysteria applauded and cheered. Myron did his trademark stage bow and returned to his chair.
"We put together a small snack for before tea." Wysteria smiled and sat down beside her daughter.
"So don't fill up." Miss Daisy wagged her old bony finger at the youngsters. Wysteria grabbed 2 Ginger snaps from the plate. "That means you too!"
Gooseberry jumped up onto to table, grabbed a ginger snap and started munching.
"Gooseberry loves ginger bread." Sassy said. Gooseberry smiled and took another bite.
Glasses poured and lemonade sipped all sat back and enjoyed the cool spring afternoon.
"Ladies", Myron said concerned. "Please tell me you're not cooking. This is a vacation!"
"No, no." Miss Daisy said. "Your kitchen elves Nurnie and Greeble made it very clear that we were not to assist."
Sassy laughed at the thought of her mom and Miss Daisy not being allowed to cook.
"So were you surprised?" Myron asked. "Your mom and I have been in contact for a bit working this week out. You know, my schedule, hers and yours."
"I was so surprised!" Sasporilla said looking around. "I can't believe all this is yours."
"I'm renting for now." Myron said. "I have to the end of August to decide if I want to buy. I like it out here away from the city."
"Yes it's very peaceful." Wysteria said.
"Any luck in the house hunt?" Myron asked.
"Nothing yet." Wysteria smiled. "I'm holding out for the perfect spot."
"Good for you." Myron said. "Never settle. Hold out for the right thing and you'll never be disappointed.
********************************************************
Dinners, long walks in serene pastures, interacting with some the whittiest cows Sasporilla had ever met made for the perfect Easter vacation. She found her self in the east pasture trying some of the chords and picking techniques Myron had shown her.
Sasporilla yawned. Nights here were quiet and peaceful but her dreams were not. Nightmares had plagued her slumber since the day she arrived. Last night she hadn't even wanted to go to sleep and just tried to stay awake. Of course not being used to late nights she dozed after eleven. Trapped in a tumultuous world of disturbing imagery.
"May I join you dear?" Miss Daisy asked popping out of nowhere.
"You never have to ask Miss Daisy." Sasporilla said patting the grass. "You're always most welcome with me."
Miss Daisy kissed the young witch on the cheek. Such genuinely sweet loving child.
Miss Daisy pulled a small tea towel from her hand bag and placed it down on the grass beside Sasporilla and sat down. They sat and looked out across the pasture at the clear blue sky.
"I thought that perhaps today, in this perfect spot, at this perfect time, would be the perfect place to teach you about the Air." Miss Daisy smiled.
"Sounds perfect." Sasporilla laughed.
They sat in silence as the wind gently washed over and around them, caressing their skin, and making ripples in the grass.
"The air, like water, like earth, is very much alive." Miss Daisy said quietly. "It can be as soft as a babies kiss, as hard as a brick wall, as strong as a team of dragons!"
"I've tried to feel the air like I do water and earth but its just beyond me." Sassy said a bit ashamed.
"That is because you don't know how to feel it or what to feel it with." Miss Daisy said placing her hand gently on Sasporillas. "You can feel water from your insides out. You can feel Earth in your nose, your muscles and skin. Air you feel in your chest, your lungs and in your palms."
Sassy took a deep breath allowing the air to circle inside her, exhaling as she looked at the palms of her hands.
Miss Daisy gently turned and waved her hand in the air. Its delicate movements spun the air gently around it. Sasporilla could see the air twist and turn its flow around her movements. Sassy started to move her own hands in this way and watched the air flow on around and past. She watched as it travelled on flowing into the distance. She saw the air in its blending temperatures and levels of flow.
"I see it." Sasporilla smiled.
Clouds began to form in the sky which grew dark as the winds picked up.
"Looks a storm is brewing." Sassy said grabbing her guitar. "We better get inside."
"No." Miss Daisy insisted.
"But the storm?" Sassy asked.
"You are the storm." Miss Daisy said. "Air is delicate, air is powerful. To put to much in, effects it a thousand fold. To be the air one must be calm unless you want to bring a storm."
Sasporilla sat back down and relaxed her mind & her muscles. The storm continued to intensify. Sassy was getting nervous.
"Calm." Miss Daisy said. "Breathe."
Sassy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The wind howled blowing her over. She remembered being very young. Going on a walk with her mum to shops and spotting a white dandelion pulling it up and blowing at it so that it blew apart... just as her breath had made for the wind which blew her over.
Sasporilla jumped to her feet and raised her hand slowly to the sky. The winds slowed. She looked up to the clouds and with a gentle word separated them and dismissed them. The sky brightened and returned to a beautiful blue afternoon. Miss Daisy looked at her grand niece with pride as Sassy turned ever so slowly, arms out stretched and lifted into the sky. Floating like a balloon with the will to make the wind blow it where it would go. Through the grass and across the treetops. Over mountain peeks and hig above the clouds to the edge of infinity.
"That's my girl." Miss Daisy said. "Now come down and lets head back."
Myron was lounging on the porch reading Dickens when Sasporilla and Miss Daisy returned to the house.
"Having fun?" Myron asked.
"Oh my yes." Sassy smiled sitting down. Gooseberry sat in a hanging planter crunching on ginger snaps.
"You'll get fat if you only eat sweets!" Sasporilla warned the monkey who polled out a banana and stuck her tongue out at her.
"Cheeky monkey!" Sassy laughed.
"You know." Myrons eyes sparkled. "Its funny moments like this that can inspire me to write songs. You should try it."
"I haven't got the talent for that." Sasporilla blushed.
"Nonsense!" Myron insisted gathering up a bit of paper and a quill. "Bet you've never really tried?"
"Well." Sassy though for a moment. "No, I guess I never have."
"It's easy." Myron said. "Sometimes you get a tune in your head and words form from it. Other times you got the words and the music comes from them, see?"
"Yes I understand." Sasporilla said looking at the blank paper. "What should I write about?"
"Something you're passionate about. A cause or an emotion. Love for instance! Write about how much you love that cheeky monkey of yours!"
Sassy started to string some words. "My monkey."
"That's it." Myron said. "Just write them down and try and connect them."
"I have a little monkey.... and I took him to the country where he'll only eat gingerbread." Sassy sang.
"Brilliant!" Myron cheered! "Keep going."
The process was hard but fun and made for a most enjoyable afternoon.
It was late afternoon when Heather Dejour arrived with her entourage carrying a myriad of garment and accessory cases. Myron stood up to greet her with a kiss.
"Heather." Myron smiled. "What a lovely surprise."
"I found myself with a couple of free days and thought I'd pop out for a bit of fun on the farm." Heather laughed.
"Brilliant." Myron said. "There's plenty of room for everyone. I'll show your people where to stow there gear. You don't mind doubling up with me do you sweetheart."
"Oh I insist." Heather laughed giving him a devilish kiss.
'Get a room' Sasporilla thought as she picked out some notes. Myron showed Heathers people to their rooms while Ms.Dejour chose to stay on the porch and talk to Sasporilla.
"You must be Sassy." Heather sneered.
"Yes." Sassy said smiling putting down her guitar holding out her hand. "Sasporilla Bucket Miss Dejour."
Heather slapped the girls hand aside. "Look you little twerp. I know your kind. Poor little girl with the widowed mother who tags on to a star to siphon off their money."
"No I'm..." Sasporilla tried to explain.
Heather slapped Sasporilla hard across the cheek.
"Shut it." Heather insisted and then started to mock her. "Oh I don't have a poster. Send her a box of swag. Oh I don't have a guitar. Send her an 800 galion custom Glibtone. You pathetic little whore."
Sasporilla was angry but the words hurt her so bad she burst into tears and ran into the house. Amidst the ruckus of the entourage settling in to the large farm house it didn't come to Myrons attention until dinner that something was horribly wrong.
Nurnie the house elf came out of the kitchens into the living room where Myron and Heather snuggled on the couch in front of the fire.
"Sir." Nurnie said. "Dinner is being served."
"Thanks Nurns old man." Myron said rubbing his hands together excited at the smell of roast beef. "Did we have enough for everyone?"
"Oh yes sir." Nurnie smiled. "Even if your guests had not left we are always prepared for more!"
"Left?" Myron asked. "Who left?"
"The leaches left dear." Heather said hugging her man. "I saw to it. They won't bother you again."
"What did you do?" Myron asked angrily.
"Sasporilla? Wysteria? Miss Daisy?" Myron shouted as he ran up stairs.
In Sasporillas room he found the name plaque covered over by a handkerchief and the guitar left neatly on her bed with a note attached.
Dear Myron;
I don't want you to think of me like a charity case. We aren't leeches who use people for their money and fame. We're not those kind of people. In retrospect I can't accept your gift and humbly ask you not to send it on. I just wanted to be your friend. I'll be returning home early with mum and miss Daisy.
I'm sorry to have been a burden on you.
Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket.
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A small scrap of wripped up paper blew across the front yard of the farm. The tall thin man who had driven Sassy and her family to the farm walked over to it and picked it up. The scrap of paper was all that remained of Sasporillas first song.
"My Monkey by S.Bucket.
I have a little monkey
And I took him the country
Where he only eats ginger brea..."
On the back were 3 words "Bought the farm"
The thin man put it into his pocket with a dubious grin.
"Marlon." Myron Wagtale called out.
"Yes sir?" Marlon answered.
"I need your help getting Heather and her people packed up and out of here."
"But sugar plum." Heather said trying to calm her furious boy friend. "Where will we go."
"Straight to hell for all I care." Myron yelled. "Just get OUT!"
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