The Not So Wise Man
My friend Richard is always reciting quotes and old Chinese proverbs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fond of a quote or a cleverly thought out phrase but Richard does go overboard and it’s getting rather annoying.
Today he was cloud watching and claimed to see one in the shape of an elephant - a stretch of anyone’s imagination. When I looked up he said, ‘when a wise man points to the stars, only a fool looks at his finger.’
I am not a fool. I am a dog and I was looking at the doughnut in his hand.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers.
What’s That Noise?
“Andrew, what’s that creaking noise? Sounds like it’s coming from the attic.” I said.
He pulled down the loft-hatch and we climbed up the old ladder. I shone the torch around the dusty attic and over the odd pieces of small furniture.
“I can’t hear it from up here.” he said.
As we turned to leave and the noise started again.
“It’s definitely something up here.” I said, shining the torch around again. “Something’s moving!”
In the far corner a rocking chair was steadily moving by itself, causing the floorboard beneath it creak as it went back and forth.