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~ Exploring the Mystery

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Falling Down

 

Humpty Dumpty sat on the edge of his seat watching the three blind mice down below attempting to avoid the farmer’s wife as Little Miss Muffett sat down next to Humpty.  Humpty was commenting on the pitfalls of trying to avoid some of life’s major unpleasant changes.

 

“The secret”, said Humpty, “is in being discerning before you take the plunge and commit to a reasonable course of action.” 

 

“I suppose so”, said Miss Muffett, absentmindedly swatting at a nearby spider.  “We’re not always sure when we commit to something that it will turn out the way we expected though”, she said.

 

Humpty was only half listening; he was distracted by what appeared to be quite a few of the king’s men, all riding their way at a gallop. 

“I wonder where they’re headed in such a hurry” commented Miss Muffet.  Humpty repositioned himself on the wall to get a better look at the horsemen.

Donnel Lester

February  2005

 Nursery Rhyme Interpretations

 

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the Kings horses
And all the Kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

 

Humpty Dumpty was a common “nickname” for people of large proportions in the 1400’s. This rhyme refers to King Richard III of England. The Battle of Bosworth took place on 22nd August 1485. It was the fight for the throne between King Richard III and the head of the house of Lancaster, Henry Tudor. Richard sat on his horse atop Ambion Hill ready for battle, directing his armies when he was murdered. Other suggested origins are that During the English Civil War (1642-49) “Humpty Dumpty” was the name for a powerful cannon. It was mounted atop the St. Marys Wall Church in Colchester to defend the city against siege in the summer of 1648. (Colchester was a Parliamentarian stronghold but had been captured by Royalists and they held it for 11 weeks.) The enemy hit the church tower and the top was blown off. “Humpty Dumpty” fell off and tumbled to the ground. The King’s men tried to fix him but to no avail. Another suggests that “Humpty Dumpty” refers to the tale of Charles I (Humpty Dumpty) of England. He was toppled by the Puritan majority in Parliament (the great fall). The King’s army (Cavaliers) could not restore his power. Charles I was executed by the Roundheads (“couldn’t put back together again”).

 

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The Man and His Goat

 

In a place not far away, there was a man who lived on a small farm in the hills at the edge of a valley.  He was pretty much self-sufficient, tending his fields, harvesting crops, and milking his goat.

 

As he did each day after a day's work in the fields, the man sat on a stool in the yard next to his modest house milking his goat.  The man valued the goat because the goat provided for some of the man's needs without asking for much in return.  With the milk, the man was able to make a variety of baked and cooked foods, cheeses, and sell the rest at the nearby village.  The goat helped sustain the man.

 

One particular day, unbeknownst to the man, high up in a nearby tree, a monkey sat watching the man milking the goat.  The monkey watched the process with great curiosity.  After milking the goat, the man took the pan with the milk in it, placed it in the shade to cool and then he returned to his house to tend to other chores.

 

Without the man to challenge him, the monkey climbed down from the tree to investigate.  The monkey strolled over to the goat, being careful to keep his distance even though the goat was tethered, and then approached the pan with the milk in it.  The monkey dipped his fingers in the milk and then cautiously touched his fingers to his lips.  Finding the milk to his liking, the monkey bent down and drank his fill.  With most of the milk gone, the monkey took a handful of milk, splashed it on the goat's face and tipped the pan over, letting the remaining milk spill out and seep into the earth.

 

A short while later the man returns to retrieve the milk which would have cooled by now only to find the overturned pan and a damp spot on the ground.  Confused, the man looked around, unable to understand what had happened to the milk and then he spotted the goat with milk still on its face.  The man then beats the goat, retrieves the empty pan and walks briskly into his house muttering under his breath.

 

The next day the man again finishes his work in the fields and arrives with a pan to milk the goat.  High up in a tree, the monkey watches the process and when the man has placed the milk in the shade to cool and gone back in the house, the monkey descends the tree and heads for the milk pan.  As in the previous day, the monkey drinks most of the milk, splashes some milk on the goats face and spills the rest on the ground.

 

When the man returns to claim the milk, he sees the scene of the previous day repeated before him.  He becomes furious and beats the goat before storming into the house.

 

(adaptation of a Sufi story)

 

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The first question that arises from this story is "How long will the man beat the goat before the monkey stops stealing the milk?"

 

The second question is "What are the names of the characters in the story?"

 

The third question you must discover on your own.

 

[If you want to try your hand at answering the questions, send me an email with your interpretation and we can compare notes.]

 

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In Search of What is Lost

 

The village scholar was walking by the house of the village fool one day and happened to notice him down on his hands and knees in front of his house.

 

"What are you doing down on your hands and knees this morning fool", the scholar said.  "Looking for my lost keys", replied the fool; "I could use some help."  The scholar, wanting to show-up the fool by finding the keys and thus impress himself with his own importance, systematically started searching the grounds in front of the house for the fool's keys.

 

An hour later neither the scholar nor the fool were successful in finding the keys.  Finally, the scholar could stand it no more and yelled at the fool; "where did you say you lost your keys!"  "I didn't say", replied the fool.  "But now that you've asked, I lost them in back of the house."  "Then why in the world are you looking out here in front of your house!", screamed the scholar.  "Because", replied the fool with a smile on his face "the light is much better out here."

  

Adaptation of a Sufi story

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There is nothing we must do.  There is nothing we must have.  There is nothing we must be. There is nothing we must know.  However, it is important to remember that when it rains we can get wet and that fire burns.