Mr Khachaturian’s Donkey..a tale.......
Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 10:20 pm
Mr Khachaturian’s Donkey
Mr Khachaturian lived with his wife and 2 daughters in the great farming lands of Georgia Russia. During the run up to winter Mr Khachaturian had to make a decision to sell his remaining harvest at market to feed his family through the coming winter.
He loaded his cart and harnessed his donkey to travel the seven miles to market. The roads were treacherous the donkey struggled with it’s burden and finally bought to a complete state of inactivity, under the lee of a bridge.
Mr Khachaturian pleaded coxed and beat the donkey, absolutely zilch response.
He sat in the snow on the road-side bewailing his problems, along which hobbled an old wise-woman instantly spotting a punter.
‘What ails ye farmer? Asked the Y’s woman
Khachaturian immediately diatribes forth his woes..
‘No problem, says the Y’s women ‘pay me what I ask and I will assuredly get you to market this day’
“Anything’, wailed Khachaturian ‘anything.
“Give me your youngest daughter and I will see you on your way”
Well being a farmer 2 daughters & mouths to feed plus dowry’s to find it was, he thought a fair bargain. He agreed.
No sooner than he spoke the words she leant down hefted a sizable rock between two hands and swung it in a wide arch directly landing dead center upon the donkey’s head.
“What! screeched Khachaturian, the donkey’s legs wobbled uncontrollably it’s eyes both spinning in opposite directions, spittle dripping from it’s mouth.
“ Well, stated the Y’s woman “first you must gain the Donkey’s attention”
Soon after that Mr Khachaturian, his donkey and his harvest were seen ‘happily trotting down the lane’
The end of this story ? not in the least.
We yet have a Y’s woman and a young girl whose name was Sophie………
TBC.........
Mr Khachaturian lived with his wife and 2 daughters in the great farming lands of Georgia Russia. During the run up to winter Mr Khachaturian had to make a decision to sell his remaining harvest at market to feed his family through the coming winter.
He loaded his cart and harnessed his donkey to travel the seven miles to market. The roads were treacherous the donkey struggled with it’s burden and finally bought to a complete state of inactivity, under the lee of a bridge.
Mr Khachaturian pleaded coxed and beat the donkey, absolutely zilch response.
He sat in the snow on the road-side bewailing his problems, along which hobbled an old wise-woman instantly spotting a punter.
‘What ails ye farmer? Asked the Y’s woman
Khachaturian immediately diatribes forth his woes..
‘No problem, says the Y’s women ‘pay me what I ask and I will assuredly get you to market this day’
“Anything’, wailed Khachaturian ‘anything.
“Give me your youngest daughter and I will see you on your way”
Well being a farmer 2 daughters & mouths to feed plus dowry’s to find it was, he thought a fair bargain. He agreed.
No sooner than he spoke the words she leant down hefted a sizable rock between two hands and swung it in a wide arch directly landing dead center upon the donkey’s head.
“What! screeched Khachaturian, the donkey’s legs wobbled uncontrollably it’s eyes both spinning in opposite directions, spittle dripping from it’s mouth.
“ Well, stated the Y’s woman “first you must gain the Donkey’s attention”
Soon after that Mr Khachaturian, his donkey and his harvest were seen ‘happily trotting down the lane’
The end of this story ? not in the least.
We yet have a Y’s woman and a young girl whose name was Sophie………
TBC.........
