The Ranger

I cannot believe Red Monster! I feel betrayed; there I was last week, saying how we three are the best and everybody else should butt out and what has she gone and done?! Well I will tell you what she’s trying to do. She is trying to get a Revue Monster to start up a blog – of all the types of Monster only the Grammarian Monster is more despised! I will not tolerate sharing my cyber space with a Revue Monster.

Anyway be that as it may I shall continue to be professional, in spite of being upset, and so here is this weeks little ditty: You all need to write for 10 minutes on the smell of bacon – it may be the best or worst thing you can imagine or just conjure up memories – well, off you go.

The Ranger

The smell of bacon permeated the room as Sandra sat contemplating the day. It was too early and too wet to want to do anything much other than sit there in front of the mock fire with her fluffy slippers but unfortunately she had to go to work.

The bacon would soon be crispy beyond her liking so she stirred herself to make the much-coveted breakfast roll. She was starving and the day would entail lots of cold and damp and wet. It was days like this when she wished she had an office job – hell even a day job would be preferable.

Instead she found herself a warden of quite a lot of woodland. She would say she hated it but she didn’t. She would say she wanted a desk job but she’d tried that and almost died of boredom. She would say she was lonely but how could she be when she had the deer and badgers, the rabbits and, though she was trying to exterminate them, the grey squirrels. Then there were the birds that squalled and twittered and cheeped and cooed, their shapes silhouetted so serenely against the sky, regardless of the life and death struggle that may be occurring.

The trees even kept her company with the smell of sap rising – all tangy and sweet and the whisper of the breeze through the canopy.

No, the woods were her home now – they had always been really. So she would get cold and damp but it meant that she could eat a bacon butty in the morning and not get fat and it meant she appreciated the warmth far more. It made everything mean more.

Sandra zipped up her waterproof and grabbed her dripping butty. She opened the door to the incessant drizzle, sighed and went out to work.

Posted: Monday, January 12th, 2009 @ 8:56 pm
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2 Responses to “The Ranger”

  1. Red Monster » Blog Archive » The Rent Says:

    […] Blue Monster is being so annoyingly small minded. I am beginning to be embarrassed about calling myself a Gurgitation Monster. He is not showing Revue Monsters any respect and this saddens me deeply. Green is lovely and is also very shy about coming on to the web and with the way Blue is behaving. Who can blame him? […]

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