Izy isn't just restricting us to one page of prose, however—we have to tell the whole story in a mere ten lines of poetry!
This story, for reasons I won't reveal here, had an enormous impact on my life. I memorized the entire thing and have kept it, more or less complete, in my head ever since. And it was already a poem!
|A real toad|
Here, then is one of my all-time favorite stories, distilled into ten lines of very bad verse, but still, I hope, recognizable for what it is.
For those who know nothing of Kipling (egad, do such bounders exist?) this is a short summary of his long poem "Ballad of East and West".
Uh-oh, my horse is stolen! I’ll get it back for you, Dad!
officer’s son rides big old horse to chase his father’s mare
rocky terrain makes overnight ride difficult
big horse, tired and thirsty, falls beside a stream
thief comes back, knocks gun out of son’s hand
much talk about pistols, horses, sons and rocky terrain
son says, “You’re OK, man. Take my other gun.”
thief says, “One for one, you can take my son.”
thief’s son is like buck in spring: no women to see or swoon!
both sons, east and west now equal, return to army
THE END, by Kay Davies, April 25, 2013