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Part 7: LDDB

 

Part 7: LDDB

The doctor suggested they should wait a while. Maybe when she is older, after her parents have stimulated her more, Elladeebea will respond better.

A couple of more months went by. Now Elladeebea is a toddler. Meanwhile, the people of Meadowland are still saying she doesn’t behave at all like a toddler. She is not crawling, giggling, looking about or making noises of any kind. She is not even spitting like the other babies. The jolly Mayor steps up once more. The Mayor of the Village asks the good people of Meadowland to give the farm folk and their baby another chance. After all, babies do develop differently. It’s too soon to draw any conclusions yet. Let’s give them one more chance.

When all of the babies born on the same day as Elladeebea had their group first birthday party, the farmer and his wife showed up with Little Elladeebea in their arms not able to hold up her head. The Village folk became very angry. One citizen cried out; where’s that lying farmer and his wife? I’ve got a rope. Come on over here you loudmouth, bragging, obnoxious hypocrites. The farmer protested; No! No! Give us more time. You can’t take the lives of the parents of The Saving One! The not so jolly Mayor disputed the farmer. Sir, we are not so sure your little girl is The Saving One. She seemed to have gotten worst instead of better. She is not doing anything the other babies are doing. We expected Elladeebea to perform wonderful, phenomenon, supernatural happenings for our little village. The farmer insisted that the Mayor not forget the Soothsayer’s prediction of disaster if the saving one was not born. The mayor moaned because he found himself in a great predicament.  The Mayor thought for a moment then he softly spoke; yes, yes, I remember. Now you good people of Meadowland give this child another chance to prove herself to us.  Then, the mayor turned to the farmer and quibbled; my good man, I’m warning you, if something doesn’t happen soon, I won’t be able to control this crowd.

Now the farmer’s wife spoke up. Oh, dear husband, poor us! What are we to do?  Husband, I think we need to come clean before these people do something stupid! An angry villager replied; if you people have something to say. I suggest this is the time to say it. Calmly the wife revealed; our daughter is different. She is not like other babies. The brave Little Boy uttered; of course she is different. We always knew she would be. The farmer’s wife continued; what I mean is I’ve long suspected the soothsayer did not call my little girl Elladeebea.  The young man now with his wife and daughter asks; if her name is not Elladeebea then what is it? The farmer’s wife expressed her idea of what was said. I think he called out the initials LDDB. The daughter of the young couple asked her parents; what was wrong with the soothsayer? Why would he give her a name with only initials? The Brave Little Boy announced to the crowd he did seem to be giving out of breath. Then to Elladeebea mother he asks; well, what do they all mean?

The farmer’s wife put into words the letters LDDB. “L” is for lame. She will never walk. “D’ is for deaf. She will never hear. The other “D’” stands for dumb. She will never talk. The last letter “B” is for blind. She will never see. The crowd is speechless. The farmer steps up and conveyed his own suspicions and reminds the crowd they must not forget.  Remember, we did fulfill our promise to you. Everything the soothsayer said did come true.  There was a time of plenty and a time of destitution. Now don’t forget my wife was the only woman having a single birth.  After the birth of our little girl everything went back to normal. People no longer felt the need to hoard everything they had.  There was now trading, bartering and selling of goods. In fact, before we never sold outside our little village. We now have free commerce all over the world. People we were once afraid of are now our friends. Things are better. Out of tragedy- hope springs eternal. Her new name is HOPE!

 

The End