Okay the reason I write this story is mainly because it won't leave my mind so i can't concentrate on the other. And after all heavy stuff going down in LBW I needed some lighter and happier writing.
Part 2
Now let's get ahead of those sparkles shall we? The sparkles were heading for a convent out in the country side. This convent was also an orphanage and they had a very special teacher there… that some of the nuns loved and some hated.
His ways were strange to say the least. Strange things kept happening when he was there… but the worst of their children had turned into better people. Which was strange since the teacher was nothing but a boy himself. He was 18 and actually quite the intelligent and sophisticated person.
The nuns had no idea where he was from when he appeared on the doorstep while they waited for the teacher that was supposed to take the spot. The man would arrive later that day so they were now discussing what to do with the young man… that had missed chapel again and had disappeared.
"What should we do with that boy", one of the nuns asked.
"He could stay and work here", a nun named Sister Margareta said. She was the only one that was actually fond of the boy with the somewhat magical ability to make kids better people.
"No", another nun said. "He just causes trouble and he give the kids bad ideas!"
"He does not!"
"What does he do", the reverent mother asked calmly and the first nun started to sing:
Nun 1: He climbs a tree
And scrapes his knee
His shirt has got a tear
Nun 2: He waltzes on his way to mass
And whistles on the stair
Nun1: And underneath his nails
There is dirt everywhere!
Nun 3: I've even heard him singing in the abbey
Nun 4: He's always late for chapel,
Nun: 2 But his penitence is real
Nun 1: He's always late for everything
Nun 3: Except for every meal
Nun 1: I hate to have to say it but I very firmly feel
(all together): Wesley's not an asset to the abbey
Margareta: I'd like to say a word in his behalf:
"Then say it Sister Margareta", the Reverent Mother said calmly.
Margareta: Wesley makes me laugh
All nuns actually laugh about that, except the one that claimed Wesley being a bad influence. Their leader smiled softly and started to walk across the yard slowly, her nuns following her.
Reverent Mother: How do you solve a problem like Wesley?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
Margareta: How do you find a word that means Wesley?
Nun 3 & 4: A flibbertigibbet?
Nun 2: A will of a wisp
Nun 1: A clown
RM: Many a thing you know you'd like tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
Nun 1: But how do you make him stay?
And listen to all you say
RM: How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Margareta: Oh how do you solve a problem like Wesley?
RM: How do you hold a moon beam in your hand?
Nun 4: When I'm with him
I'm confused
Out of focus
And bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Nun 2: Unpredictable as weather
Nun 3: He's as flighty as a feather
Margareta: He's a darling
Nun 1: He's a demon
Margaret: He's a lamb
Nun 4: He'd out pester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
Nun 2: He can throw a twirling dervish out of whirl
Margareta: He is gentle
He is wild
Nun 3: He's a riddle
He's a child
Nun 1: He's a headache
Margareta: He's an angel
The Reverent Mother had enough of the bickering, there was only one way to describe this person so she sang:
He's a boy!
How do you solve a problem like Wesley?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Wesley?
Nun 3 & 4: A flibbertigibbet?
Nun 2 & Margareta: A will of a wisp
Nun 1: A clown
All: Many a thing you know you'd like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
RM: But how do you make him stay?
Nun 1: And listen to all you say
M: How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Oh how do you solve a problem like Wesley?
Suddenly they heard a door slam shut and looked towards the door that lead to the grownups' quarters. There they saw a young man dressed like a real gentleman… even though he looked like a country boy still. He hoisted up a backpack on his back and took a walking stick and started to walk.
"Wesley", the Reverent Mother asked.
"Good morning Reverent Mother", he said then looked at the nuns. "Sisters."
"Where are you going my child?"
"There is no need of me here anymore", he said. "Your new teacher will arrive in exactly", he took out his pocket watch. "3 minutes and 18 seconds. I'd rather be out here by then and save you the trouble of explaining to him why there is a young man in his room."
"Oh but dear Wesley you aren't leaving us are you", Sister Margareta asked taking his hand.
"I am Sister", he said squeezing her hand before pulling his own loose. "Like I said, the children nor you need me anymore. You would not listen to my teachings anyway because you already have your teachings that you will not sway from."
"Of course not", one of the nuns said sharply.
"Then I can't be of anymore help. There are others that will appreciate it and most importantl... need it."
"Well then my child", Reverent Mother said and walked up to him. She put her hands on his cheeks, bent his head forward and kissed his forehead slightly. "Go with our blessings and take care of yourselves. I know you will find your place someday."
"Thank you Reverent Mother", he said and put on his cap. He bid them goodbye and walked out of the abbey and disappeared from view.
All nuns: How do you hold a moon beam in your hand?
As soon as he got out of view Wesley, or Wes as he prefers to be called stopped and held his hand open. Those sparkles that left the Banks' house swirled around his hand and then there was a piece of paper there. Wes read through it and cocked his head to the side.
"Sounds interesting", he said and flicked open his compass. "Well I am in north Scotland by now and this family lives in…" he smelled the paper. "London. I'll be there in the morning… now where's my umbrella?" He picked up his walking stick and shook it two times and tapped it against a rock two times.
"I do not have time for this nonsense", he said sternly. "If you rather I break in two I will." The stick turned into his black umbrella with a head formed as a parrot. "Thank you." He flipped it open and began his rise towards the skies, if he was lucky he could rest on a cloud and get there much faster since the wind had changed.
TBC
malurin: Thank you :)
