Michael’s Grandchildren wanted to know what next happened to Jenna
JENNA THE ELEPHANT, AND LIONS.
Jenna the elephant had by now, learned to carry the family royal,
He had learned to cope with the weight of a full Howdah,
As well as used to waiting, while his passengers did their business.
Majub was his master, and they had become friends.
Though Jenna knew Majub was boss.
Jenna’s father, Arjuna, was a massive elephant, but now retired.
He spent his days relaxing, wandering around and helping as required.
His lifetime had been spent mainly as transport for the royal family.
He had had a good life, and his son, Jenna, had now taken on his routines,
And he was pleased at the success his son was making of his duties.
As the day started, he saw Jenna being prepared for a trip with the family Royal
Arjuna agreed that he looked very smart, with coloured fabrics in a coil
He watched as they all climbed aboard and sat in their places,
Jenna moved off very slowly and stately, he was not at the races.
He set off down the track to town, but suddenly he stopped.
In front, lying on the track in the sun, was a pride of lions,
Although pretending to be asleep, they were not.
Jenna mustered all the courage he had got,
He had to move them to get by
Looking at his handler, Majub, he could almost cry.
He let lose the best trumpet bellow he could do
Not that it moved the lions. Even Majub was stuck to.
Suddenly, from behind, came an ear-splitting, extended, bellow.
The Lions fell over each other as they dashed for the bush.
Jenna recognised that bellow and was so pleased.
Arjuna was just behind. He looked at Jenna and teased.
‘We elephants stick together, you know.
If you need me just send a trunk call.’
Majub smiled ‘Old jokes still the best’ he muttered.
Jenna the elephant was so proud.
Jenna was an elephant, who came with Royal blood.
His father was so stately, the massive Arjuna was so good.
Jenna was quite shy but knew he had his duties.
Arjuna for many years had been the Royal transport,
Now the time had come for Jenna to take over.
Arjuna’s saddle was huge, decorated with jewels and gold.
Jenna had been fitted for his. It was now built, but nothing like as bold
He had yet to earn his status, by carrying the Family Royal.
His rider was Majub, a wiry little chap. He would show him how to toil.
The day came, at least for a practice. He was to take the Royal boys to town.
Soon he was dressed in all his finery with his saddle fitted along.
He was feeling quite wobbly as the boys climbed on.
His tummy was rumbling and there was little he could do
Suddenly from the back came a tremendous rumble and ‘phew!!’.
Fortunately the boys thought it funny and held their noses tight.
Majub was not at all pleased and said, ‘good job not their father, right’
They set off for town walking slowly down the track
He must note the way so he could lead them back
The further he went the better he felt. He held his head high with pride.
Majub also looked very smart, indeed he now felt proud
But seeing Jenna act the same, he said we should not yet be proud.
‘There is still much for you to learn’, he said out very loud.
Jenna realised Majub was right and they must be a team.
As they passed along this road with trees on either side
Something stirred within the bushes and Jenna watched his ride
Alarmingly, there was a family of lions that frolicked back and forth.
Majub turned to Jenna and held his rein most tight.
‘Just keep walking on’, he said. ‘That really is a pride!!’
‘Yes, a pride of lions’, thought Jenna.
He was proud of his bravery.
Dr Michael Healy
Kevin’s response to the ‘Bucket List’ trigger:
‘I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told’… is one of my mantras. My mother was incredibly practical, perhaps out of necessity as my father was not; perhaps from the make do and mend attitude of the war; perhaps because her father was a shoe mender – the inter war years being a busy time, but also one where customers did not return to collect the shoes he had repaired because they could not pay.
My mother got permission to start work not at the statutory accepted end of her 14th school year, but the Monday after her October birthday, just two weeks after war was declared in 1939. For decades after her father died in 1956 (from his Great War wounds – gassing) we had one of his lasts in our cellar.This had use right into the eighties – a trade secret to stop heels rubbing – gently hammer out the leather to stretch it.
One of our most famous family stories is about the time my Father got my sister and me to surprise Mother, who would normally wallpaper all by herself, by papering the hall ceiling for her while she was out at mass. All of us on ladders, he at one end, passed to Ces in the middle who passed it to me at the other end. We had difficulty making it stick in the stretches between us. It slowly drooped at one or two points and gradually, oh so gradually, gathered pace until it effectively dressed Ces atop her ladder. She was intrepid though. She did not let go her hand. She did let go of something else. At first the giggle … led to tears of laughter … before she eventually wet herself.
When Ma returned there was a six inch patch of paper in the middle of the hall ceiling, a twelve inch puddle on the hall carpet, and a wasted roll of the wallpaper we could little afford in a corner.
I do try to do all the jobs. Laying a hedge I swung the billhook back and caught the back of my head. Only the dufflecoat hood saved serious injury. I’ve electrocuted myself fixing the washer, and broken a finger dropping a car axle onto it. Though the list of fixables did reduce over the years, I persevere, I am intrepid. I’ve fixed the flat screen TV in the last year … but now I am a bit of a ‘Gunner’ and the list of things I’m gunner fix is getting longer again.
There is no need to fix. I am no longer a poor boy. Money in the bank making negative interest. My kids deny it when I sing ‘I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told. ‘
There’s a hole in my bucket dear Kevin,
I’ll fix it dear Diane…
DON’T FIX THE FLIPPIN’ THING, JUST BUY ME A NEW ONE!
Sad Extinction of the Trees
Ouch! said the tree, I felt that, it hurt.
Yes its that guy down there,
making all that noise and dirt
Haven’t you seen what happened to the Poplar next door to me?
What? Fallen! cut down flat.
Thirty years growing and that is that.
Through gales, snow and floods^we have all stood proud.
New owner comes in and starts to treat us like a crowd.
First one, then two, then ten and twenty; we all crash
Turns us into trash!
All in his first 30 days
Now the rain will run right down the land,
the wind will blow a gale
And as for our neighbours next door;
Now they can see from their abode,
right up to Tuxford Gaol.
Dr Michael Healy, Egmanton
[Michael Healy has introduced a whole school to our website. His Grandson is following in certain footsteps. It is Retford Writers’ website and no age has been specified. I hope you find this encouraging. Ed.]
My Grandson (who has just turned 10) is very keen on writing, I hope, with some encouragement from me. He recently presented the story below to me and ask if it could go on Retwords. I said that was not my decision and Retwords was really for grown ups. I agreed I would send It to you to see what you think. His School have also entered him for the BBC’s 500 word competition. Perhaps we could have a young Writers section?
The Story of the models by Thomas Healy
It was the night before my birthday and I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow, I will be ten years old. My bedtime was close by and I couldn’t stop thinking about my model car that I had bought today as well as what I might get tomorrow for my birthday. Steadily I fell into a drowsy sleep. I started to dream and in that dream I was staring at my model of my Dads 1987 2.2 litre 5 cylinder turbo engine Audi Quattro. Suddenly the engine turned on, I shouted “Dad, Dad is that you” because I did not see my dad. It started to rev its engine, I did not know what it was going to do next. Quickly it sped out of the box and started rallying around dad’s lounge and my General-lee Dodge Charger jumped to the three seater sofa honking its Dixie horn as it did so. I had an Avro Lancaster model that was bombing the coffee table thinking it was the Eider Dam out of the dambusters. All my classic and modern red Ferraris were lining up for a dangerous obstacle race.
Someone shouted ready steady go! And when that Spitfire flew over, the race had started around the coffee table in my dad’s lounge. The Ferraris were first off the line with the Quattro not far behind, and the General-Lee catching up on them. Clockwise they were going round the table. On the second corner a Ferrari crashed, the Spitfire landed to see if it was ok. On the corner there was a fallen tree, everyone couldn’t get past it apart from the General-Lee. Suddenly the Shelby GT500 came in with all its might and it pulled the tree out of the way and every one caught up with the General-Lee. No one realised that the truck was there and the trucks drove in the middle of the track on purpose and the spitfire came out of no where and picked the truck up and put it down on the coffee table so he could not get off. Suddenly the Dodge Charger clipped the coffee table, spun out and caught fire, everyone stopped.
Steadily, I gradually woke up. It was my birthday, I ran down the stairs. I looked at my models in the lounge and they were all in outstanding condition and everything was all ok. I realised it had all been an exciting dream. My dad came in to the lounge as I had woken him coming down the stairs to check to see if I was ok. In his hand he had a present for me in the shape of a box . The box was the size of one for a model car. I was really exited now. I wondered what could it be. It would be amazing if it was a Jaguar E-type . I wonder if it could have joined in the race in my dream. I wonder what dream I may have tonight.
By Thomas Healy (Age 10)