One or two rambling commentaries instead of stories this month perhaps due to the title Tried to Explain. My story was one all about teaching computers to those who could and those who couldn't understand. Joan E was about a housewife under pressure trying to get a job. Pat was using her brain and memory problems. Rosemary on the impossibility to explain especially about the aliens. Joan R and childhood with a cricket theme. Sheila all about Bobby from a child to adult when he married a pretty girl and live ever so happy. John wrote about the crooked players who play cricket. Sally, intake to the military by a young recruit.Ann a broken leg and it wasn't fair. Sue's story involved U3A activities.
Brian won today.
TRIED TO EXPLAIN.
Derek Hobby was sitting in his car with his grand children, over
looking the valley. It had been raining, when all of a sudden the
children screamed, "look granddad, a rainbow, how are they made?
He tried to explain, all about the sun shining through the rain drops, but
they just looked at me with a puzzled look. So I told them a story I had
heard many, many years ago.
A long, long time ago when everything was starting out, and even the
stars were so young that they were still going to school, there was a
special class which was everyone's favourite, and having by far the most
fun.
The class members were a bunch of rather mischievous
Fairies, Leprechauns and colours from Black and White through Red,
and Blue, Yellow and the rest. They hoped to grow up to be wonderful
colours, and this is what they were training for.
As well as funny and joyful, the colours were very naughty
particularly Black and White who were always late for class.
One morning the clouds were up there practising the their raining,
but they had been raining so long that they'd gone and created a
storm so bad that everyone had become so saddened and depressed at
having so little light. The only solution was to appeal, as a last resort to the mischievous
colours.
The authorities went straight to the classroom, it was early, and as
ever Black and White had not turned up. The colours were told to
hurry, they ran down the corridors out of the door and flew up into
the sky where the clouds were waiting. On their way up
RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN, BLUE, INDIGO, and
VIOLET, left a damp trail behind them. After a while the colours
returned to their classroom, every one was praising them for they had
lifted the gloom from their lives. The fairies asked the colours if they
would look after a pot of gold for them. The colours put it in a corner
of the room.
One day when the colours were out in the sky practising, the
leprechauns hid the pot of gold, and would not tell the colours where
they had hidden it. Even the fairies begged the leprechauns, with no
luck. All they would say it at the end of a rainbow.
So one day some one will find the pot of gold.
Next month's title. "Could not identify"
