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Mr J. saw the head lights of the approaching car as it reached the bridge on the small brook. He could not help but smile – Little Ted. The boy had a very unboyish fear of outdoor sports. He had helped the boy overcome his natural instincts. A mischievous glint appeared in Mr J’s eyes. Hardly anyone knew the real color of his eyes.
The tourist who was Ted but no longer little drove on – soon the road was just a black velvet ribbon partially visible through the wispy curls of the mist. Apprehensive of its continuity Ted found the driving difficult and the inevitable occurred – the car was tumbled down a steep hill at breakneck speed through the mist. The ‘end’, he thought and passed out.
He was dazzled back to consciousness. He saw a smartly clad young man holding a magnesium flare. Ted flexed his arms and legs to assess the damage and found himself fully functional. The car too was intact and the engine was still running. He switched off the ignition and got down.
The young smartly dressed man stared at him and then said, ‘Welcome and how shall I help you?’
‘I was going to Mr. Jhingaroo’s castle and then hit a steep and lost control of my car’.
‘Well I am Mr Jhingaroo and you came from the wrong end. This is the underbelly of the castle’.
It has to be Mr J’s grandson- Ted thought. He examined the young man from head to toe and was stuck by the black riding boot on his left feet. The right one was brown.
‘I never knew my grand-dad or my dad for that matter’ Mr J had read his thoughts, ‘and I am wearing these mismatched boots because I had to fly here to save you Little Ted. I could not have done that in my brown boots – could I?’
Ted was taken aback, ‘I could not recognize you in your new avatar, Sir J’.
‘I am not surprised, you rely too much on your senses and lack in perceptivity.’
‘What is it about the boots, sir?’
‘The brown ones are my everyday boots and the black ones are my flying boots, I had to fly here on one boot ….. now let us fly back to the high castle and give you some dinner. Just hold my hand and close your eyes’.
Anyone breaking these rules will be loved and forgiven in the usual manner ~ From part of a sign in a shop in York, UK.