(The last story is almost the same as the first. This story perhaps explains why these 1001 tales are called “Cabbages Seeds”.)
I’ve stopped gathering for a minute. I thought I’d tell you how an Angel showed me a field and gave me a spade and a sack of cabbage seed.
“Dig the field and sow the seeds,” the Angel said. “When the cabbages are ready, God will take you away.”
I began to dig and in my joy there seemed no night. Sometimes I looked towards the trees near the fence. I think there were further fields afield.
And now the seeds were planted. They sprouted and I knew every leaf. Not a weed survived! Sometimes I’d chase a butterfly. It was like a game, like a children’s game. Maybe the butterfly was God in disguise coming for a look.
Months passed and hearts began to form. Soon God would come. I’d been asked to grow these cabbages for heaven! It was a joke and I was jester.
Then I knew. They were ready for harvest. God would take me away for it was the time of the Angel’s promise.
But there’s no telling with cabbages as to the moment of ripeness. It could be now, but then again, it could be in a while.
God did not come to get me. The cabbage hearts broke open and the stalks grew into a field of yellow flowers. I have gathered the seeds into an old sack.
(That completes this series of 1001 stories, 101 music compositions, and 35 poems. The “collection” has been moved to the website at Stagebarn. Thank you for walking all or part of this journey with me.)