Molly in the Land of Bluecondron

By Felicia McCaw © All rights belong to Felicia McCaw, 1003 N. 2nd Avenue, Saginaw, MI 48601 (989) 332-7718 revised 11-7-2014 date written 12-23-2009.

Far in the land of Bluecondron was a poor distressed creature who had been cursed from the day of her birth. She was ugly, bent, twisted, and bitter and everywhere she went she was cursed, spit upon and had the dogs sicked upon her. Everyday she got up and did the same old routine everyday. She got up and brushed her thin, straggly hair, bathed herself, brushed the few teeth in her mouth. She only had five teeth left in her mouth since the local blacksmith had pulled her other teeth because the other villagers had accused her stealing a loaf of bread.

Her name was Molly and what little hair she had left was a dull shade of red, her skin was indescribable since she was coated with so much dirt. She lived far in the forest where the trees was tall as the eye could see and the wind whistled eerily throughout the weird spiked limbs of the tallest tree. No one dared to come into this part of the forest since some of the villagers that came looking for Molly to blame her for every misdeed and crime that was committed on her and never came back.

This is what I told all the villagers to say “Who cares for her…every villager would say to each other…lets just beat her and throw her out of the village every time a crime or misdeed is committed”, said the fat, bald, rubber belly Major of Bluecondron.

“I agree I told them to say the same thing”, said the grey haired short runt of a man with eyes the color of flint who wore a turban to hide his bald head who had just been elected deputy sheriff.

Next came, Rump the Stimp's time to vote and he said in his most gruffest voice “I don’t agree with this decree and I just want to make it known. Make sure you write it down that I don’t care for this kind of underhanded dealings. I’m a fair man…even though I cheat at this certain card game I don’t believe in lying just for the sake of it.”

Lastly, came the blackest devil of them all, Othello the Liar, he said “To hell with you Rump the Stimp you are out. Do you hear me!!!! Out!!! Next time you cheat me at cards I will have you drawn and quartered and I will cut your tongue out before you can protest your innocence. Kill her do you hear me… Kill her or beat her so bad she will never come out of that accursed forest!”

“That’s it we have decided this wretched woman’s fate. Tell all the kids to hit her with rocks and the one who kills her will get a king’s ransom. But they mustn’t go into that part of the forest since it is accursed and we have fifty villagers unaccounted for and they have yet to return and it has already been two months since they left” said the fat, bald, rubber belly Major of Bluecondron.

All four of the leaders left the hovel where they met secretly twice a month to scheme and kill, thieve and conspire how to get more and more gold, treasure, land and everyone’s heredity who crossed their paths of deceit. After trudging through grass, mud, whipping wind and cold black night they finally went their separate ways for the night. All except Rump the Stimp, he was always the quiet one in the bunch and he was tired of being belittled, bullied, ridiculed and now threatened to be killed if he didn’t take care of Molly and kill her or beat her so bad she would never survive.

Well, Rump the Stimp had a plan and now was his time to make his move. He had been waiting for this moment to come. He sniffed disdainfully to himself and said to himself, “Do they really think I’m a fool that I can’t feel the executioner’s blade hovering over my short neck?” He sniffed again and said “No way am I going to be a party to this nasty ball of connivance“. Thinking to himself I know someone who will help me for I kept the teeth they pulled out of dear ugly, bent, twisted, and bitter Molly’s mouth.

Looking back, Rump the Stimp recalled that long ago a sea hag came from the ocean dragging a magical chest full of jewels worth many a king’s fortune and gave it to him to watch over ugly Molly. She told him if ever he needed help to look in the chest and there inside is a magical elixir for him to drink that will transform him into a person that he used to be two lifetimes ago. So tiredly, he went to his hiding place and dug the chest out of the ground from the back of a deserted hovel in the next village. Quiet as death he unearthed the chest and found the blue bottle with swirls and scrolled foreign letters on it and drank the entire contents as he was told to do.

In a twinkling of an eye, he felt himself weave dizzly and and wobble on his feet. He laid down and closed his eyes and went to sleep. When he became aware of his situation that he was lying on a cold, moldy, damp floor in the middle of an abandoned hovel he got up and looked down at his clothing and saw that they were hanging about his body and frame like tattered rags. He took a step and looked down at his feet and blinked. He could not believe his eyes his feet were twice the size that they used to be, he looked at his hands and torso and his legs and screamed out “What madness is this! Am I crazed? Am I suffering a delusion an illusion? My God who am I? My lord I am taller than croes! My head is touching the ceiling of this damn hovel!”

Rump the Stimp sat down heavily and put his head in his hands and thought to himself my god, the lord has finally answered my prayers and said be patient and you will know when the right time to drink this elixir. I will send to you a sea hag from the sea and this will help redeem yourself in my eyes for you will have to save a poor unfortunate beat down soul who has been cruelly treated by everyone, yourself included and the only way to save yourself is to help this creature. Rump the Stimp sat up and scratched his chin and to his surprise he was clean shaven with a dimple in his chin and he wondered what his face looked like and looked around for something to see his image in. Finding nothing he grabbed his too small cloak and took some gold and jewels from the chest and hid it again and sought out the nearest tailor in the village.

Walking down the street was everyone in the village going about their daily mundane chores until woe and behold was a vision to make many a fine wench stop in mid step and gawk with their mouth open until their dam grabbed them and forced them from making a fool out of themselves. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the married wenches from peeking around their husbands smiling coyly and blinking their eyes at him as he continued to stride hurriedly to find the tailor shop. Breathing deeply, he closed the door thankfully behind him. Rushing toward him was a little mouse of a man with black hair split down the middle wearing a close fitting jacket and trousers. His name was Paul the Tailor and he asked him, “May I help you?”

Rump the Stimp said, “Please do. I unfortunately have no clothing or shoes that will fit me and I need an entire wardrobe and a room to stay while I wait. Can you help me with this request?”

Paul the Tailor said, “Mais Oui, Yes, I can and I can fulfill your request within two to three hours. I have some clothing that a client did not pay for and I can alter the garments and they should fit you perfectly, Monsieur. As for the shoes and boots, my friend Pierre has some shoes and boots that I gauge will fit you perfectly and I happen to have a pair that you can try on now.” Handing him the boots to try on, Paul the Tailor went and got his tape measure and waited while his customer Rump the Stimp tried on the boots. As Paul the Tailor thought the boots fit him like a glove and clung to his muscular calves like a second skin.

Rump the Stimp walked around trying the boots for comfort and gave Paul the Tailor a decisive nod and said “I will take everything that you have.” He stood still while Paul the Tailor took his measurements to alter the garments to fit. After taking his measurements, Paul the Tailor gave him an address of a tavern which rented rooms for travelers and whatever and told him he would send a messenger with a change of clothing and let him know when the rest was ready. Leaving half the amount due Rump the Stimp went to the tavern and rented a room and slept for several hours.

After hearing a knock on his door, Rump the Stimp went to answer the door with a sheet around his waist and told Paul the Tailor to come in and tried on one garment and paid him the balance of what was due and watched with secret glee as they brought in trunk after trunk. Striding around in his pantaloons and pirate shirt he shook his long wavy black hair and admired his dashing form in the mirror and said to himself, “They won’t know what hit them because look at me “Rump the Stimp” is dead and in his place is Paul the Blessed. Hee Hee. I will now be known as Paul Rochester of Soderridge a village far, far away in the southern part of this country and just visiting as traveler.”

Paul Rochester came down and signed the register for two weeks and told them that his patron Rump the Stimp went to the doctor and passed away and now he has to pay for his own room and board now. Smiling charmingly at the Innkeeper’s wife he gave her an extra sixpence for her trouble. Watching him with big eyes she watched him leave the tavern with a dazed look on her face and sat down and looked around to make sure no one was looking and tucked the sixpence in her bosom and fanned her heated face.

Paul left the village and went back to the land of Bluecondron and rented a room for a month. After renting the room, he went about putting his plan into action. Renting him a stead, he left with food and supplies at the next dawn and rode to the edge of the forest and walked into the forest until he came to a sign marked with jaggedly letters “keep out or else”. Laughing to himself he proceeded into the forest until he came to a clearing where the air was fresh, clean, and the sky was an azure blue and the clouds looked like big fluffy white pillows in the sky. Directly ahead was a small hovel with flowers planted around it, with deer contently drinking water from the small pond and sitting on a small bench was poor ugly Molly feeding a little squirrel crumbs from her hand laughing gently as it rubbed its little head on the palm of her hand.

Bending his head under a branch he looked directly at her and saw all the pain and sorrow in her eyes since he knew that this was the only sanctuary that she would ever have. Walking quickly he gave her a small signal that told her that this was him (Rump the Stimp) and that the fairy tale he told her would come true when she would need him the most. Paul Rochester (previously known as Rump the Stimp) looked at her and wondered how did she make it all these years alone with the small food that she managed to grub for herself and the small amount he was able to secretly bring her while trying to keep her hiding place a secret.

Reaching inside his bag he pulled the most unusual colored bottle ever beheld by any man on this earth and placed it inside her small work-worn hand and told her to drink the elixir and she would be free from the curse that was placed on her and her deceased relatives. Looking at him with big trusting eyes she raised the bottle to her dried parched lips and drank the entire contents of the bottle and fell asleep instantly.

Paul Rochester picked her up and placed her on a bed of daisies and watched the transformation start from her small feet to her small head. Shaking his head, scratching his chin he went and sat down and watched an unearthly glow surround her and enclose her until he could not see thru the pinkish cloud.

After what seemed like ages, he took a brief nap and when he awakened from his brief slumber there sat ugly Molly who was no longer ugly Molly but a young woman of such unearthly beauty that all he could do was sit and yearn to have her for his own. Walking to her quietly he approached with gentleness and kindness and grabbed her hand in his and led her to the pond and told her to look upon her true image and placed on her head a tiara with seven white giant pearls and on her finger a ring with a pearl and emerald to show his love for her always. Together they left the forest with their hands entwined and went to the Village of Bluecondron and were married and he went to the Mayor’s office and called for a hearing to be held immediately because he had found the missing princess (Princess Molly) and that she had been missing since she was a baby and was now married to him. The guards posted outside would arrest the Mayor of Bluecondron, Othello the Liar and the imposter with grey hair and eyes of grey flint and would be guillotined tomorrow morning.

Paul Rochester and Molly now known as Prince Paul & Princess Molly left the village and reclaimed the throne on behalf of her slain relatives and are now known as fairest couple in any kingdom who are fair and righteous in any judgment or dealing with their guests, servants and villagers and all others and lived happily ever after and anytime you see a rainbow their kingdom lies directly beneath it.


THE END.