The Tale of Jack and Jill

Once upon a time in a land called FairyTaleVille, there was a boy and a girl named Jack and Jill. Jack and Jill were as close as two friends could be. You rarely if ever saw Jill without Jack or Jack without Jill. Their great friendship even made the chore of going up that freakin hill everyday to fetch that freakin pail of water a fun experience. They were great together and shared a wonderful friendship for a very long time. But over time, something changed.
Jill began to notice that something was wrong with Jack. He had started to leave her alone and leave her behind. Jill was concerned and wanted to help Jack in anyway she could but he wouldn’t allow her to and the distance between them grew worse as time went on. For as close as these two once were, it was now as if they were only mere acquaintances and on the road to becoming strangers. She would still see Jack around FairyTaleVille, only now he was playing with Little Miss Muffet, The Three Blind Mice, and the other residents in town. He played with everyone…except for her. Jill was deeply saddened by this because she had no idea or reason as to why this all happened. But time heals all wounds….although it can do nothing for the scars that are left behind… and eventually Jill started playing more with some of her old friends and made some new ones, too, like Little Jack Horner and Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater. Even the Muffin Man wanted to befriend Jill, however she declined his offer. Take heed….when a grown man comes up to you and asks if you would be interested in tasting “his extra sweet muffins”…. run, run as fat as you can. Even FASTER than the gingerbread man….and then report him to Mother Goose ASAP!

As time moved on, Jill’s friends helped her heart to eventually heal, but yet she never forgot about Jack. She still felt bad and often wondered about just what happened between the two of them. She thought perhaps he had more fun playing pat-a-cake with Mary and her Little Lamb and Simple Simon than he did fetching the water with her. She honestly just didn’t know what happened. But then one day, she decided she would try one last time to talk to Jack and see if he had any interest anymore AT ALL to go back up that hill with her again. She wrote him a note and asked Little Bo Peep to take it to him, but Jill never heard back from him. She began thinking that asking a girl who lost all her sheep to deliver an important note might NOT have been the best idea that she ever had, but in her heart, she knew Jack got the note and for whatever reason decided not to reply. Jill again was saddened but decided that she had now done all that she could do to try and repair things. The rest would now be up to Jack. She hoped one day he might join her again in going up the hill but at the same time she knew if he didn’t, she would be just fine going up that hill to fetch the water without him.
There is a moral to this story. In a relationship, no matter what kind it is, communication is one of the most important things. And if the lines are broken, and everyone isn’t on board to try and fix it, not even all the kings horses and all the king’s men can put it all back together again. Even in a land as sweet as FairyTaleVille, there can be no happy ending when a friendship is lost for no apparent reason because just like with Humpty Dumpty, for better or worse, you never know if things can be put back together again…..unless you give it a try.
Interesting take on things. I’m a bit nursery rhymed out myself. My grandson is at that age that he wants them read constantly.
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http://www.love-poems.me.uk/childrens_nursery_rhymes_jack_and_jill.htm
I enjoyed this, Moonlight!
BTW, here is a little poem I came up with when I was playing around with words one day.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, each one had a quarter.
Jill came down with 50 cents, they didn’t go for water!
But dingbat Jill forgot to take her pill,
Now they have a daughter!
Jill’s pop is planning a shotgun wedding,
Now Jack wishes he’d never caught her!
he played WITH Mary’s LITTLE LAMB too???? 😯
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Words are communication tools and open even the hard locks.
But also can be deadly. “We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.” Winston Churchill
Marigv