Judy Bintz always loved a lie in. To a fault. She was constantly late for work due to it. Just 5 more minutes she’d tell herself. But the reality was, those 5 minutes never made her less sleepy, just more late.
Early one morning, before her first (of five) alarms had gone off, she awoke with a start to a huge crashing sound. She leapt out of bed (a first) and wished she had someone beside her (also a first) to run forth and find out what that noise was and then report back to her where she was safe in the bedroom. Ever better – safe in her bed, under the covers.
But no such person was nearby – so it was up to Judy to investigate the sound herself.
Actually do I have to?
CRASH!
Yeah ok – off I go.
Judy walked down the hallway cautiously. She turned on lights as she passed them and made loud coughing noises. She wasn’t prepared to actually say
“I know you’re in here so let’s fight” or something.
She figured a few coughs and lights turning on would be amble announcement to the fiend(s) and they could skedaddle so their didn’t have to be a “thing”. Not that Judy would know what to do if she actually caught someone. She just knew she really didn’t want to catch someone.
She got to the other end of the house, now all lit and as looking as it was when she went to bed the night before. Had she dreamed the loud bangs? Judy turned on the spot, scrutinising her living room for any hint of the noisemaker and saw she had left the curtains open to her patio… and that there were several figures out on her lawn.
She froze and was absolutely terrified. There was so many of them – and they all seemed to be so still. And short.
“What do you want!?”
Nothing.
“I’m…I’m going to call the cops!!!”
Nothing….
Judy had a moment of inspiration – she would turn on the porch light. So far turning on lights had been a good move she reckoned. With jelly legs, she walked towards her ranch slider and flicked the switch beside the door.
The lights she had installed to showcase her beautiful garden flooded the landscape. Tears instantly streamed down her face. Her love and joy, the only thing she felt she could do right, her amazing garden, was trashed.
Some mindless, horrible, mean…. Fuckheads!!… had come and stomped all over everything and left what seemed like 100 ugly stone gargoyles all over her land.
Judy flung the door open hoping that the jerks were still nearby. Someone was going to pay for this vandalism.
As soon as Judy stepped out, she stopped. Her rage and grief evaporated into the forest just over the road from her house.
For the first time in her sleep-in loving life, Judy was up early enough to hear the birds of the forest waking and calling out to each other. Birdsong filled the air and she heard the peeps intertwine with the chirps and the more impressive vocal range of the whistles and warbles.
Judy closed her eyes and allowed the chorus to envelope her. Her heart lifted from its sudden melancholy and she felt like she was floating with supreme lightness and joy. She opened her eyes again and saw many birds perched on top of the gargoyles. The birds of all sizes and colours were singing at Judy and as she looked out at them, they all leaned forward and spread their wings out in what looked like a curtsey. Judy noticed then that all of the gargoyles were also bwoing.
How strange!
Judy blushed and looked down at her feet. She saw lots of smashed rock all around her, including what looked like the face of a gargoyle. She picked up the face and felt a touch of heartbreak. It looked scared! This must have been what made all of the noise.
Judy grabbed her yard broom that had been leaning up against the house next to the door and carefully swept up the pieces of smashed gargoyle. It didn’t seem right to throw the pieces in the bin, so Judy took them down to her destroyed garden and buried them where her basil used to be.
The birds all suddenly took flight. They circled Judy then peeled off into the sky towards their daily errands and adventures.
Judy made a sincere promise to them and herself, she would hear their song again tomorrow morning.