y the stars a ship was guided carrying a King and his younger daughter. The vessel floated across the waves undeterred by angry seas. Alas, the weather went rough, tossing the ship off its course. As the waters ravaged the deck, the king’s young daughter fell off the ship into the tumultuous abyss. Returning home he told the sad tale of his lost little glory and wondered if he’d ever see again, his little daughter, Adrienne.
espite the storm and all the terror, the little girl was left quite well. She survived, in fact, to find an island occupied by a kingdom of Sirens. So, many years passed and she was taught their ways, learned to sing, and tell a story. Most important she was shown a special way to look at the universe -where countless beauties can be found- when one has learned to see outside of one’s shell.
ne day, as the waves washed against the rocks the Siren Queen came down to Adrienne and told her it was time, time to go back to her home and live amongst her proper society. For if she stayed in the lagoon too long she’d never see her newborn sister. The Queen called up from the depths of the sea all manners of life marine. Barracudas, octopi, manta rays, clams and great white whales, to carry her off back to her to the Kingdom where she was birthed.
hen the sea creatures finally arrived at the shore nearby her kingdom and waved farewell, she found her tongue was so confused that speaking was made impossible. So she wandered the kingdom until castle guards discovered her slurping snails out of their shells and tying their empty homes into her tangled hair.
hen she was finally presented at court under the suspicion that she was the king’s long lost daughter, the king demanded, “If thou art mine daughter, there where is that voice I know so well? Sing for us and we shall see, if you truly are a descendant of me.” Adrienne inhaled deeply and she bellowed out a sound of most peculiar volume and pitch that it blew the crown right off his shiny head. And from a spire none too far, Bethany from her classroom heard a voice that had been running through her veins since the first day she had seen the ocean and been privy to its song. Her heart swelled in her bosom as she rushed out of her classroom demanding, “Who is that singing?” “Why ‘tis your sister lovely madam, though from exposure her mind hath went,” a courtsmen replied. Bethany, brushed past the courtroom just in time to hear, the lord of the land condemn this woman for the words she made him hear. For in them was a truthful light directed into all, to show the ones without sight that there is strength within us all. But one other understood. Nearby she hid, adorned in cap and cowl and perched on a log. She was a patron from an island far, the home of the Whistling Frog. And oh, so sad both maidens were to see the songster rushed out of the crowd that when the hours of darkness came, a plan was made to rescue her from the clutches of the brigade.
onspiracy will only succeed if more than one’s a party, so by night a deal was made between Bethany and Khattie. Because Bethany was the only one who could understand her screeching, she went first with Khattie close in tow to the tower they’d soon be pillaging. Fully clad in threads of black and holding swords of steel, they quietly slipped up the staircase aware of the danger they’d be meeting. But due to a fault in the floor below the soldiers heard them creaking. Up in arms, the brigade charged to stop them from escaping, but Khattie, quick of wit and action, dropped her sword and whistled loudly; through the halls the sound did carry, but the soldiers stood unyielding till they heard the sound echo from across the land. And from the sky quickly descended a rain of emerald green amphibians all a’ glistening. The frogs leapt and charged and carried away the three fair maidens to the far away kingdom of decadent felines and shimmering playthings where language no longer held relevance, where they lived most happily ever after.