A Teacup’s Perspective - Part 2

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            Jeff’s sailboat, Beautiful, had lost her sail and the brave sailor was perched on a decrepit dock.  Still half full, the teacup was put aside as Curbie started giving instructions with all the calm and authority of a Sergeant striding through the hallowed halls of Saint Jean Garrison. The granddaughter braced the boat against the dock. Thanks to the mischievous wind spirit, Beautiful had been ushered between islands where the wind’s constant shifting was not allowing her to leave. 

            The wind spirit had dumped Jeff and pushed Beautiful to be battered by the shore. The water spirit, always mild and a bit ashamed of her counter parts action’s, gentled herself and her tempo against the shore. 

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            Together Curbie and the sailor tied multitudes of knots and arranged various gadgets and gizmos so that Beautiful could return humbly to home dock. Curbie announced that all was set, and they could leave. 

            Then Putt Putt would not, or could not, start.  The teacup frowned; Putt Putt was not doing her rightful duty. She should not have let herself go slack when unattended, it gave a bad name to inanimate objects everywhere. Curbie tweaked the motor and spoke gentle encouragements while the teacup scolded until they got Putt Putt started again.  

            Even slower the before, Putt Putt pulled them out of their sheltered hideaway. The water spirit generously ushered them along to the best of her abilities. Then, just as Curbie reached out to take another sip of tea, the wind spirit became petty and once again stole Beautiful away. 

            But Curbie was not the type to let temperamental spirits get in his way and with a quick turn Putt Putt was back at Beautiful’s side. Another of Curbie’s nifty knots insured that Beautiful would be with them for the rest of the laborious journey. 

            It was in such a way that the triumphant rescuers arrived back at the home dock. The teacup was finally empty, the boats were tuckered out and the water spirit had one last embrace for the fearless sailor. A thanks for the snazzy pair of sunglasses that he had left for her. A token of their friendship forged among wavering winds and blustery waves.