Deal 1208: Little’s Bête Noire

The rumors spread quickly through the barnyard.

There was a new dog. He was going to require training before he was useful.

Ms Little was not happy. She had just got the last one calmed down after that whole sky incident. And now, a new one.

She really hoped the new dog hadn’t yet heard the stories.

Stories always grow in the telling,

Maybe it really belongs to the neighbors over on the Baskerville estate?


Deal 1197: Frogger

Hindsight, they say, sees all.

Which is just a way of taunting those of us without the talent for seeing events from a future point of view. That is, most of us.

The Fates, those weird sisters, they have that talent. Not many others do, or at least not many admit they do.

So if I knew then what I know now, would then me have done anything different? Would present me even exist if then me could have his way?

Deep questions, or just shallow thought masquerading as deep?

Sort of a reflecting pool of thought?

Water always figures somehow. More now than then.

Because I did not know then a key fact I know now.

Then I was just a Prince. A mortal man, who by luck of birth would someday inherit the right to be near the top (but not actually at the top) of the list of people who could inherit control of my kingdom. The top slot belonged to my older brother, as tradition required. And he was that special combination of unreasonably healthy and unreasonably well liked that made the weight of the rule highly unlikely to become my problem.

In other words, I was just a Prince, with no likelihood of duties beyond my own leisure. Not a care in the world. And no reason I could see for developing the need to care.

How foolish I sounded then, from where I stand now. I say “stand”, but of course other positions are far more common now. But then, “stand” it was. I knew nothing about the shape of the world, or the passions that affect great changes in that shape for little more than a whim of a powerful person. I may have benefited from the presence of power, but I was not myself powerful.

That last fact did eat at me a bit. I can admit that now, but then I would have denied any interest in power.

And that denial would provide the crack through which my downfall began.

For I am no longer that Prince.

I met a temptation. I was tempted. I was tempted badly, and then ill used, and discarded since I in fact had almost no power.

Now, I have exactly as much power as then, without the title to go with it.

Not even the title of mortal man.

I was tempted. I acted when offered a chance at a taste of the power and glory.

The lesson I failed to learn is that temptation rarely leads to real glory, only real humiliation and real defeat.

And a taste of flies on one’s tongue that I will never get used to.

I was a Prince, and now I am cursed to be a Frog for the rest of my days. Or until a highly unlikely event occurs. And without a concrete promise that should the unlikely happen, that it will actually help my plight.

Born a Prince, die a Frog.


Deal 1183: Fire

I walked away from the party concerned about how I understood reality. I had just seen proof that a kind of comic-book voodoo works. A burn mark on a drawing of a hand traced from the visitor’s hand became a blister on his actual hand, and on the very finger where the paper was burned. He explained it away as simplistic voodoo. We crumpled up the paper after marking the finger. After only a few minutes, his finger healed. The paper was now clean when uncrumpled.

Except when it suddenly went up in flames.

And left me with ashes on my palm.