Essay About The Surprising Story of the Little Blue Mime
A Blue Mime’s Story
This is the story of a family of blue mimes that live on the edge of a river. They tend an apple orchard and small farm. As you read, you will share in the daily lives of these mimes. Relive the simple times of this family, now forgotten in our fast-paced world. You will find out how the little blue mime has an adventure–the ending will leave you at a loss for words!
Mornings
Once upon a time, there was a family of blue mimes. There was mother, father, sister and brother mime. They lived at the edge of a small forest near a little river that wound through the valley around the forest. Rather large boulders lined the banks of the river.
There was a bridge nearby that the family of blue mimes used to cross to reach a well worn path. This path led to a small, nearby town. The family of mimes often went to the town to trade or sell produce and items they made on their tiny farm. They also tended an apple orchard. From the apples, mother and sister mime made pies, strudels, cobblers, sauce and cider.
The little blue boy mime worked long and hard, helping father mime gather the apples, remove the stems and place them in bushels. He helped mother mime wash and peel them. The little boy mime thoroughly enjoyed helping his mother and sister make these tasty items. But his greatest pleasure was eating the pastries when they finished baking.
Afternoons
The blue mimes worked hard from early morning until lunch-time, when they would eat some of the lovely apple pies or strudels. After lunch the little blue mime would get run around the orchard for awhile, instead of working. Later, he would join mother mime and sister mime for reading, writing, and arithmetic. Reading and writing gave him much pleasure, but, when he studied numbers his head began to swim and he’d get dizzy–like he was running around a tree.
On Friday afternoons, instead of playing and studying after lunch, the little blue mime would make a trip into town. He’d take some things to the market to sell and pick up more flour and lard to use for making the pies. These trips to the little town gave him great pleasure. He’d have a reason to cross the bridge and a get a chance to play poohsticks.
His friends taught him how to play–Winnie the Pooh, Christopher Robin and Tigger, too. He met them one day on the way to the town. They were playing poohsticks and he joined them in the game. (One can play on any bridge where there is running water, like a stream or a river.
Each player stands on the upstream side and drops a stick into the water. The one whose stick appears on the downstream side first, is the winner.) What fun the little blue mime had playing poohsticks that day!
After that time, when he was by himself, he’d play and pretend he was with Pooh and Christopher Robin. (He didn’t like pretending to play with Tigger because he bounced on the railing too much. When he bounced the little blue mime was never able to drop the stick right and he’d lose the game.)
Friday Afternoon
On this day, however, he was not going to play poohsticks. He was excited about a new game father mime had taught him. He had shown him a trick with paper. He showed him how to fold it into a triangle which father mime called a football.
He showed him how to turn it on its point, hold it with a finger of one hand on the table and flick it with the thumb and finger of the other hand. The little boy mime practiced making field goals on the picnic table in the yard, when he could.
Earlier in the morning, as he practiced, the football had gotten lost in the weeds. He had been thinking about using the two dollars that mother mime gave him each Friday afternoon. He decided to make another football. He was planning to practice at the end of the wooden bridge for awhile, on the way to town.
Mother mime gave him three apple pies to sell in town, which he put into the little wagon he used to cart things to market. She gave him two, one-dollar bills and instructed him to use it to buy two dollars of flour from the grocer. He hurried away and couldn’t wait to make his football.
He got to the bridge and stood up to the railing and made a football the way father mime had taught him. He lined the two bills up to make the football thicker and heavier. He folded the dollars in half long-ways. From the corner, he then folded it into the shape of a triangle. He folded it this way until he got to the end. Then he tucked the last bit into the fold. He turned it over on the bridge railing, but disaster struck!
A Mime’s Miracle
The football had fallen off the railing into the small river. He ran to the downstream side, of the bridge, just like he did in poohsticks, to see where the football was. It floated by until he lost sight of it. The large boulders blocked his vision. He panicked! Should he leave the pies in the wagon and race over the bridge to find the two dollars? Or go back and tell mother mime what had happened?
It took a minute or so to think about what to do. Finally, he decided to leave the pies and run downstream to see if he could find the football in the river. First, he did something that mother and father mime taught him to do in times of trouble. He motioned a prayer, “Dear God, please help me find the football!”
More time had passed as he prayed. He ran to the end of the bridge, down the path past the boulders. At the last big rock, he stopped. There were two, wet, one-dollar bills unfolded and drying on the rock! Looking around, he saw no one! How did they get there on the boulder? Quickly, he gathered up the two, drying one-dollar bills. He went back to get his pies to take them to the little town.
The little blue mime wasted no more time thinking, having just averted disaster! Down the path he walked swiftly, through the woods to town, his wares trailing behind him in the wagon. He sold the pies and bought the two dollars worth of flour.
Still thinking about his good fortune, he went straight back home to his little farm. All the while, he wondered who had found and unfolded the two one-dollar bills. When he got home he described, by motioning to his mother and sister mime, what happened. He then motioned the question, “Did God work a miracle?”
This is a Blue Mime’s Story.
