The Enchanted Forest

It was several months ago that a certain Professor entertained dreams of painting happy little trees upon the basement wall. In the intervening months, Sister Madly & Co. went on to romanticize those 8 happy little trees into a sweet little forest containing all things mad and magical, but there was that oh-so-slight difference: when it came to this forest, the Professor was thinking enchanting, while Sister Madly – she was dreaming enchanted. As it turned out, these were not the same.


Throughout this 3-month stretch, this particular Professor was constantly waxing nostalgic over a certain idée fixe when it came to the basement’s interior design: despite the 8 freshly painted happy little trees, the walls were still lacking that certain something. It was after yet another afternoon of exhaustive planning, planning, planning that Sister Madly found herself all but begging the Professor to add a Minotaur to this basement scene. Or perhaps a Pan. How about a fairy ring? Even a simple Cheshire Smile will do… for the love of all things polka dot, Professor, do something – please!

But the Professor had no intention of defacing the basement walls with such blatant whimsy.

“Absolutely not, Sister Madly; we’ll be adding birds.”

Birds?! Of all the wonders that the mythological world has to offer, you’re settling on birds?

The Professor, however, mistook Sister Madly’s questioning for confusion over the etymology.

“Birds, Sister Madly: the airborne species… you know, those things with wings?”

Well now, that is a different story!

The reason that Sister Madly was summoned to this specific art and cocktail hootenanny was so that she could paint these creatures upon the enchanted wall. But there was a flaw in this arrangement: you see, Sister Madly can’t paint- yet nobody in her immediate circle seems to understand this. The best she can do in such a situation is inspire a real artist by downloading some pictures.

And download she did:


“Birds are 2-legged creatures, Sister Madly,” the Professor said.


“And they are not adorable little gods.”


“No gods of any kind!”


“Birds, Sister Madly, and I know you know what those are.”


“Real pictures. Not cartoons.”


“Real bird species.”

sam the eagle

“Real pictures of real birds.”


“Real birds that exist today.”


“For heaven’s sake- pelicans don’t live in the forest.”*


“Sister Madly…”

polish chicken


While the removal of the laptop from Sister Madly‘s cold, dead hands may have solved the problem in the technical sense, it seemed the only way to put a stop to her vocal suggestions was to resort to dime store relaxation techniques.

Close your eyes, Sister Madly, and envision yourself at the edge of the cliff overlooking the Gorge – but without that massive brush fire that’s already destroyed two states and is currently breathing down your neck. Just imagine that you are standing there – with your machete, if you must – looking over the serene, rolling hills… the mountains… the river… when you close your eyes, Sister Madly, what do you visualize?

Well Professor, that is easy:


*Sister Madly found this dismissal to be much too hasty on the part of the Professor. After all, seagulls live in parking lots.

THEME SONG: Learning to Fly, Pink Floyd

11 responses

  1. <—– nods & smiggles and ponders a most definite love of flying and "Vulture Culture".

    Liked by 1 person

    July 2, 2015 at 5:33 AM

    • Sister Madly

      I prefer Cultured Vultures- you know, the ones that attend the theater and the symphony and know which fork to use, and when.

      Liked by 2 people

      July 2, 2015 at 10:44 AM

      • Will you settle for symphonic vulture to my ear?

        Forks were discussed but I still have a titch of ear infection and may have misunderstood.

        Liked by 1 person

        July 2, 2015 at 11:12 AM

        • Sister Madly

          I suppose I can settle this time around.

          Do vultures even sing?

          Liked by 1 person

          July 2, 2015 at 12:25 PM

        • Quite well actually. Mind you they went out and got the same producer Floyd did for “Dark Side Of The Moon” among other albums.

          Liked by 1 person

          July 2, 2015 at 12:35 PM

  2. ~meredith

    Now that’s a story I can wheeze through (breathe, no; but it’s great for coughing up the bogs in my lungs! Five-squeak-cheer for you, Madame… and many, many thanks. I have been upgraded, now, to the Productive Cough list, a sign of near liberation, thanks to the hilarity of this treasure. Should I live to write again, I will surely include references to this post as a medicinal wonder for shaking the grip from my lungs. Thank you… Oh, and farewell, just in case. )
    😉 Meredith

    Liked by 1 person

    July 2, 2015 at 6:51 AM

    • Sister Madly

      We can’t have this ‘farewell’ thing happen to you- that would be my loss!

      It’s good to hear that your Cough is Productive- most Coughs just lie around on the couch all day watching soap operas and eating bon-bons and leading non-productive lives…

      Liked by 1 person

      July 2, 2015 at 10:41 AM

  3. darkenwulfbytes

    Feeling rather bird-brained myself. She could have pushed for a flock of ravens or a murder of crows. A daggle of dodoes, not likely.

    Liked by 1 person

    July 2, 2015 at 9:06 AM

    • Sister Madly

      I like that Murder of Crows idea- although I feel that there would be 2 different interpretations when it came to the ‘Murder’ part.

      And I specifically avoided dodos- better safe than sorry and all that.

      Liked by 2 people

      July 2, 2015 at 10:35 AM

  4. Thouroughly enjoyed this. Be well.

    Liked by 1 person

    July 7, 2015 at 1:19 PM

    • Sister Madly

      Thank you!! ;c)


      July 9, 2015 at 9:48 AM

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