Campfire story: A trip of a life time
Maid: Oh dear, she smoking again. Let me wake the poor baby.
Maid leaves to the nursery
Mary R: Is my child ready for his bed time story? I must prepare for my narrative.
Baby Joseph wails loudly in the corridor
Maid: with a crunched up face Yes Mistress, your child is ready for your story, but ma’am please do tie your hair back, the odor does disturb the poor babe.
Mary R: What is that you say? The smell of the herb brings forth blessings and sweet water from the Palms of Egyptian lands. My child clings to my breast in want for more, please watch your words.
Maid: Yes ma’am
Mistress walks of towards nursery, and approaches crib, there lays Joseph crying and flustered from being woken up.
Mary R: Oh dear, do not cry my love I know you have been waiting for my story time. Now the time has come for my tale.
Picking up the child and sitting down in the rocking char. Mary drapes her long budded hair around the child, whom immediately starts to cry louder.
Mary R: Once upon a time, there was a little girl surrounded by her loving happy family. When she got a little older her father let her go forage in woods knowing if she went too far his brother, Joshua, would watch her. She went outside in the woods to play and find herbs for her parents. There was plenty of berries for her mom and special tobacco leaves for her dad to get for them. At the end of her day in the woods she come home empty handed and with lots of scratches. She told her family the Indians attacked her and took all her goods. The little girl’s father went and burned down the Indians Wigwams as punishment for hurting her. The next day the little girl went to collect her goods and came home empty handed and bruised up. She told her father the Priest beat her up and took her food, as a result the father burned all the churches as punishment. With no one else in the woods to hurt his daughter, he let her go out and play. When she returned home bruised and scratched up she hid from her parents. When her mom discovered her scratches, she said it was more Indians. So her father set the whole forest ablaze trying to drive out all the Indians. When the fire reached the other side of the forest it burned down her uncles home too. Her father was too late to save Joshua, lying next to his badly burnt body was all the dried berries and tobacco leaves stolen from his daughter. In the end the father killed the Indians and Christians over hurting his daughter when truly, it was his own flesh and blood instead. That day the little girl confessed her sins proclaiming she did hit the “stinking pipe” and never returned home with the goods because she smoked it all. She learned not to lie, because more people died then necessary. The End.
My story is a parody about Mary Rowlandson’s and the three little pigs. I wanted my story to insinuate that Mary was actually high during her captivity with the Indians and does not remember the real results. The introduction before Mary R, begins her story the maids smell her smoking and understands this is a queue for a bed time story. Mary R uses her bed time story with her son to practice drafts for her narrative. Instead of her being held captive by the Indians she was actually hanging out with her uncle Joshua getting high. She got so high during her time with him she forgot the true events of the story which is why her narrative puts the Indians in such a bad light. As the story concludes the Indians were cast in a better light, that is because she vaguely remembered it was not the Indians fault after all. Referencing directly from the Eight Remove, Mary’s son randomly comes to her and talks about the bible, this experience is reflected in her accusation of the priests. During class we discussed the idea if Mary “hit the stinking tobacco pipe” and my story is about how she did. Overall her long narrative was actually a foggy childhood memory she is now telling her son.