Thoughts of A Refugee or Why Cabbages Matter
A gust of orange wind blew by overturning his cart, followed quickly by hob-nailed Fire Nation boots crushing the cabbages that formally resided in the cart. "MY CABBAGES" echoed across the walled city. "That bald kid with the tattoos, what has he got against cabbages anyway" grumbled the owner of said cart and decimated vegetables.
The apple vendor across the street laughed "let it go, they're just cabbages" and turned to is newest customer. People always liked fruit better than vegetables ,he thought bitterly. He over-turned the cart and started to salvage what he could of the leafy vegetable. There was not much left, just one whole cabbage.
Sighing he sat on his cart and thought of why he even bothered anymore. His mind wandered back to the little village where he grew up. As a child he had loved helping his father in the fields. His father grew the best vegetables this side of the Earth Kingdom, most prized of course where his cabbages. Omashu imported them by the cartful.
He remembered the pride he had felt the first time he sold a cabbage or the first time a customer complimented his merchandise "You always sell the freshest cabbages".
Then his dreams of home where interrupted by the memories of hob-nailed boots, crushed and burnt crops, houses, cabbages, people. Of running, screaming, leaving everything behind with the thought that it may never be seen again. His mother's sweet voice reciting one of her silly poems echoed along with his thoughts home , of homelessness ,of being a refugee. His favourite repeating itself in his head to make things easier:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If I was a cabbage,
I'd split myself in two,
The leaves I'd give to others,
The heart I'd give to you.
Yes a modest under-rated life that was what his parents had, that was what he wanted. They could have their adventure, their excitement, their fruit, all I need are my cabbages, he thought while lovingly stroking said vegetable.
AN: This is thanks to my friend ,Emma , who told me that silly little poem. I instantly thought of one person , guess who? its not that hard . I spent all class laughing at it and the thought of cabbages replacing flowers in poems and songs.
Sings " you don't bring me cabbages"