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High Low, High Low – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“…and when the clock chimed 5, the dwarves stopped work,” Doug said to the little girl, Lea, in the bed beside him. “They put down their tools and marched from the mine, singing their song as they went.”

Outside the bedroom door, Doug’s wife, Elaine, stopped to listen as Doug told the story.

“High low,  high low,” said Doug in a singsong manner, imitating the dwarves, “it’s home from work we go!”

Elaine raised her eyebrows in surprise and stepped inside. “Doug! What are you doing?”

Doug turned to her and replied, “I’m telling her the story of Snow White, of course. Why?”

“But that’s not how the song goes. It’s ‘heigh ho’, not ‘high low’.”

Doug’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Really? I always thought it was ‘high low’.”

Elaine blinked, taken aback slightly. “You did?”

“Sure. After all, they’re dwarves. They dig in a mine, right? That’s way low, underground. And the mine is inside a mountain, which is tall, sticking high up in the sky, right? It makes more sense than ‘heigh ho’, doesn’t it? What does that even mean, ‘heigh ho’?”

Left speechless for a moment, Elaine could only stare at him. She finally found her voice enough to say, “If you say so. Well, it’s your story, Doug. Finish it up. Lea’s waiting.”

Elaine turned and left the room, but stood just beside the door to listen a moment longer.

Lea gazed up at Doug expectantly, and Doug continued.

“When the dwarves finally made it outside the mine, they ran as quickly as they could toward home, where the princess, Snow White, would be waiting for them with the dinner she had promised to fix them.

“A loud roar from above brought them to a sudden stop, and they looked up to see a black dragon circling high overhead. With cries of fear, the dwarves looked about for the nearest hiding place, but all they could find were some bushes, low to the ground. They crawled under them as best they could. A few moments later, some armed riders on horseback came charging down the path the dwarves had been on, brandishing weapons and calling angrily to the dragon. The lead rider was an old man with a long white beard and wearing a white wizard’s robe.”

Elaine rolled her eyes and left, leaving Doug to finish his strange version of Snow White alone.

 

 

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “high/low”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 5/17

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Author: jowensauthor

I'm a geeky, animal/cat-loving author of Fantasy and YA Fiction. I'm a supporter of animal charities such as the WWF. I'm also a fan of anime and sci-fi/fantasy. I'm an avid reader as well, and enjoy mainly reading fantasies, mysteries, and books about animals. I have a B.A. in History with a minor in English. I also dabble in making jewelry, reading tarot, and am interested in the paranormal. You can find out more about me and my various books and writings at my website: http://jeanneowens.weebly.com. You can also find me on Facebook, Google+, Tumblr, Twitter, Goodreads, and Pinterest.

2 thoughts on “High Low, High Low – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

  1. Cute. I’ve always loved Snow White and the seven dwarves. Never gets old.

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