Food For Thought...
/Food For Thought -Trust The Process
When the other side finds out they own half Princess Lida;'s castle it takes Poppa's negotiating skills and Momma's golden ice chest contents to handle the diplomatic dining table.
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For many years and numerous decades Poppa had kept things rolling, putting in a hard day’s labor from sunrise to set. Never taunting successful finances, instead the Border Land Farm owner quietly assisted others in need, especially Princess Lida’s Father by providing his family with proper royalty friendly housing.
“I know Zebra,” he whispered into the four-legged referee’s ear, “trust the process, things will work out.”
Apparently, behind Poppa’s back, the other side who claims fifty percent of the Zebra’s stall, did research and discovered half the castle was on their property side. Meaning the other side had the legal right to overpower Princess Lida’s Father’s country, sending them packing.
While Paulie gifted Jamie Munroe an eggplant parmesan sandwich before her game, Princess Lida interrupted the kind act with some choice words, “you know Prince Paulie I may need hand out food, like that very soon,”
Paulie and Jamie peered up, “what your other side did was very under handed.”
“My other side?” Paulie pointed to his heart.
“Yes, they manipulated things around and now my father, the King along with his subjects maybe looking for a homeless shelter!”
Later Paulie presented the issue to Poppa who walked towards the barn and had a consulting conversation meeting.
“Trust the process,” Poppa grumbled upon entering the cottage following the advisory counciling.
Momma’s trusting image stood inside the kitchen, creating enough eggplant parmesan sandwiches that would feed an army. “Poppa, take these sandwiches to the other side, sit down with them and find out what is really going on, what did the zebra say?”
“Trust the process,”
“I figured so, our great minds think alike,” Momma closed the golden ice chest and smiled.
After hitching up the zebra with tack the two ventured across the border and when they arrived Poppa grabbed the golden ice chest. “You stay here,” he told the zebra.
Reaching the door, he pounded nicely, “we need to talk,” Poppa requested, and the resident let him pass.
“Poppa, it is good to see you,” the aristocratic figure exclaimed, “what can I do for you?”
“Well, first I brought you good tidings, in this golden ice chest,”
“That is very kind,”
“And would like to know where you found the property lines to the castle,”
“Is there a problem?”
“Well, the property still sits on our side, not yours,”
“Really, how so?
“Well for one thing that ice chest is real gold and the eggplant in the sandwich comes from a real garden,”
Studying the ice chest, the other side representative thought for a second, “I thought there was something wrong with that map.”
“Do we have a deal?” Poppa inquired.
Seeing a handshake, the Zebra stopped grazing and noticed Poppa empty handed, “yes I trusted the process.”
Sitting on the porch Momma saw Poppa and the zebra come to a complete halt, “how did you do?”
“Sorry to say, I return with nothing, except my shirt on my back,” Poppa paused, “and the goodwill feeling that the other side’s army will be fed.”
“Anything else? Did you trust the process?”
“Oh, yeah, the other side agreed the crayon zoning drawings were wrong,” Poppa explained, “sorry about the golden ice chest being left behind.”
“Do not worry about that,” Momma giggled, “Becky Sue’s father sells them discounted, a buck and a half.”
By Marc OBrien
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