Daily Prompt: History of Language
Write a piece of fiction describing the incident that gave rise to the phrase, “third time’s the charm.” 🙂
Sorry for delaying this post.
“Third Time’s The charm.”
Hebert a wood cutter, went into a nearby forest to bring some logs to heat his little hut. He carried his axe and the other things he needed in his wheelbarrow. As he walked along the path to the forest, he was stopped by a man who wanted to know where he could get an axe just like his. Hebert was unhappy, the man had taken too much of his time with small talk, the clouds in the sky threatened to pour moisture any moment. Disgusted he turned around and headed home.
At home his wife was waiting for the wood. The empty wheelbarrow annoyed her, she at once started to accuse him of laziness. Hebert was in no mood to explain why he came back without the wood.
It was cold that night,Hebert learned a lesson,he must never try to talk to any passersby while he was going to take care of an important job.
Next morning he went along the same path ignoring everyone he met, singing a very merry tune. He heard a groan followed by a loud noise, at first he could not figure out where the noise came from, he boldly went ahead, what he saw frightened him, there were two black bears fighting with each other over a dead deer. Both wanted all parts of the deer to himself .
Hebert thought it best to return home, he had no desire to face two angry bears. His wife was waiting for him for the much needed wood, seeing the empty wheelbarrow for the second day in a row, made her absolutely crazy, she yelled, she cried, she swore, but Hebert took it in strides, he believed it was no use confronting an angry spouse. Dejected he went to sleep without eating anything.
He had a strange dream that night. In his dream he saw a woman who looked like an Angel, “Hebert, she said, “I understand what you’re going through, do not give up,go back to the woods tomorrow you will see what you want to see.”
This was his third morning, Hebert, dressed up had a pot of juice, and went on his way to get the wood he was struggling to get the past two days.
On his way, he met a jovial clown who said, “I really wish you good fortune today!”
Hebert was delighted, may be this will be a bright day for him.
Hebert was ecstatic, he was smiling as he walked along the path leading to the woods, there above him he saw scores of mynahs on the branch of a tree saying: ” Hello Hebert, are you going to chop some wood in the forest for your little hut, you will see what you will see?”
Hebert did not know what to think, what was he going to see was disturbing him. He walked about a mile, what he saw totally baffled him. Lined up in front of him were a group of elves with carts full of chopped up wood. They were arguing with each other to give their cart full to the nice stranger.One of them sang in his loudest voice,” Third Time’s the Charm, Third Time’s the Charm, You know Hebert,Third Time’s the Charm, fill up your wheelbarrow and take it to your good wife, she’s waiting Hebert, do not delay!”
Hebert was so happy he cried, he told himself he will always remember , “Third Time’s the Charm!”
Thank you for sharing this fiction post. You have such a knack at creating the most interesting fiction. Sometimes fiction conveys things that even non-fiction cannot.
All good wishes,
I find in fiction I have freedom to write stories that
can be anything, it gives one’s mind to relax because no one can challenge it. It’s make believe. 🙂