“Well, I think you’re brave, Dear.”
“We’ve been through this before, Audrey, I’m always brave.”
“Then why are you denying me eye contact? It seems to me that you’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous!”
“You look nervous, as you fling that mud through the air, you know.”
“Yes, well, that could be because you keep bringing up tomorrow, Ma’am,” he replies, while standing up.
“Calling me names won’t help you sort your mind. What are you doing digging in the mud, anyway? ”
“Would you like a pie in the face,” he threatens, as mud goes flying through the air. Landing near her feet.
“I think you’re worried about a pie in your face, quite frankly,” she yelps, while she dances over two and three steps.
“I am not! What I’m doing is fishing, you see…”
“Yes, you are, Mister. Fishing? Umm, that’s mud. Just mud. Only mud.”
“Fix it!”
“I can’t fix it. This moment was meant to be, I believe.”
“What if I mess up horridly?”
“What if you do? It won’t change a thing. I’ll still be here, Darling.”
“Why?”
“Well, because I want to be, and you were here supporting me when no one else was, probably, so that makes us…us. You haven’t missed a single moment of mine. How many horrid moments did you encourage me through, Sir?”
“I can’t think of one, actually. No such moments for you.”
“There’s been plenty, ya Goof. Move over, please. What kind of fish are we looking for in here?” She questions, as her hands begin digging.
“Turtles.”
“Turtles?”
“Turtles…”
“…if you’re looking for turtles, then I’m looking for turtles.”
“There won’t be any turtles, I fear.”
“There will always be turtles…”
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Turtles are a must, I agree, Aud.
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Yes, well, I knew you would agree. Somehow, I knew. Thank you, my dear.
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*smiles bigger than big* This…was the best! And the ending…wasn’t that special?
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*sparkles brightly* Hi, Duke. Thank you.The best conversation yet, I think. The ending….are you asking me a question? Special? Yes.
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I think it was a thrilling conversation. *laughs nervously* Really I do. It…helped, you know.
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You liked the idea of thowing mud at her, admit it. I’m glad it helped. That was the goal, you know. Hope you didn’t get all cranky about it…
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Not at all. I was smiling very bigly big the whole time. Promise. It gave this professor confidence! The mud…yes! That’d be such fun!
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I’m so glad you were okay with it. *sigh* I like that you can spot yourself in my words. You are a talent, my dear. Stand proud! I’d throw mud at you…!
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Course I can! It was written beautifully. Go ahead! I love mud fights.
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*smiles* Thanks. *blush*
Then you blush and I smack you with a big watery mud pie!!
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Now mud pies taste good.
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*laughing soooo much* ! I wouldn’t throw it in your face, dear.
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Then where?
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Well, I did say that’s where I’d put it, so I guess I should hold myself to my word. *cleans off your mouth and nose*
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Goodness me.
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*smiles* *ducks*
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An enduring spirit to this beautiful parable. That last line is a stunner. A perfect way to end it. I’m ready to dig in some mud, get my hands and feet very dirty, and try to find some turtles.
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Thank you, August. I felt it should end just that way. Call me if you go. I’ll dig with you any time.
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🙂
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Always believe in the turtles. And chocolate.
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Haha. Yes, if we don’t who will…
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This is great!
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Thank you, West. I appreciate that! (I found you in my spam…? Strange. Anyway, didn’t want you to think I forgot you or your lovely comment.)
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Loved this.
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Thank you, Hem. 🙂 Feel encouraged yet?
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