I'm sorry, am I falling in to a repetitive writing paten? Also, I stole Bert's education to fund my selfish amusement. I thought it was sweet. I'll give it back to him late. Maybe. If it's any consolation I may have enhanced his talents slightly…
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Bert scowled as he lay hidden in the long grass, amongst brambles and gorse of the wild corner, watching the park keeper from between the leaves as he marched up and down, asking any one had they spotted an 'arty trouble maker'.
"Can't see w'ot all the fuss is 'bout," Bert grumbled, "It's 'nly chalk an' paint after all." He then ducked down as Smith span around, eyeing the bushes suspiciously. The woman he'd been pestering followed his gaze.
Somehow the nanny looked the jack-of-all-trades straight in the eye, despite the vegetation concealing him from the rest of the world. To Bert's astonishment, she winked at him then looked from the park-keeper to the shrubbery and back again.
"I can't see what all the fuss is about," Mary Poppins quipped, "It's only chalk and paint after all." she then strode off as Smith marched in the opposite direction towards the lake, muttering to himself. The man he'd been searching for watched him go.
"Cheers, love." Bert grinned, turning his attention to the nanny's retreating back as she disappeared from view towards the rose garden. She'd probably heard him but it didn't matter. He'd never told her to her face of course, but that didn't matter either. She knew…Or at least, he hoped she knew. Rolling on to his back, Bert continued to grin, absent mildly picked a blade of grass and chewed it, his smile now aimed at the bright clear blue sky. Clear and empty…like a new canvas.
An idea suddenly struck Bert. All his works were either on the pavement or hanging on fences, so he needed something to work on. But what with?
His brushes and chalks probably wouldn't work. "But a bit o'magic…" he chuckled plucking the greenery from his mouth. Twiddling the bit of foliage between his fingers Bert concentrated hard, tongue between his teeth and held the grass-blade like quill between his thumb and fore finger, aiming up above.
Suddenly against the blue sky, a white fluffy cloud suddenly appeared above him. Bert's grin broadened in delight, as he began stretching out the cloud experimentally. It was hard and slow work but he kept at it. Another materialised and another as he dabbed at his new canvas with his new material and drew out the first thing that came into his head. Large letters now spanned the patch of sky.
Unfortunately, Bert didn't get to finish his masterpiece, because as he started on an 'o', he was rudely interrupted by two shrieks that sounded from opposite sides of the park. One of them howled like a battle cry, the other sounded like howled like a group of children laughing.
"Spoilsports…" he chucked. Just then, mild panic suddenly struck Bert. He sat up and looked around. He hadn't meant to spell it out quite so loud and he might be hidden from the park keeper, but the clouds gave away his position. But that didn't matter, she'd seen him and he hadn't reckoned on her reaction, let alone if she was in front of her charges. But it didn't matter either. At least she knew now. He spotted a feminine figure remerging from the eastern garden just as the park keeper came hurrying into view. Both quite looked red in the face but determined and heading towards him. The jack-of all-trades gulped then leapt up and addressed them both.
"Can't see w'ot all the fuss is 'bout!" Bert yelled "It's 'nly cloud an' sky after all!" He then legged it as Smith pelting up the path, hot his heels. The woman who'd followed looked after them. She looked up, then to the shrubbery and turned her attention up to the sky again. The huge white slogan, bold as brass but white and soft as snow, still hung there.
i luVE U MArY P-
The nanny stayed still and quiet…then smiled. It wasn't finished but it didn't matter. it said all it needed too for her. She regained her composure and winked at his art, twisting the words and meaning, making it invisible to the rest of the world, before starting back to quell the laughter of her wards.
Had he been looking, Bert's astonishment would have grown immensely. A huge slogan, white on blue, hung there, now neater and refined and for his eyes only.
I Love you too, Bert
:)
