EIGHT WORDS (from CD of songs puppet): teeth, bow, hair, clothes, vegetables, legs, man, Captain.
-If you allow me some advice, my lady, I would suggest not to look out at this time, "said Perkins after opening the curtains of the hall as he was asked by Lady Wester intent shortly before his breakfast.
His tone was calm and unflappable but the request sounded very strange.
-I do not want to do, "answered my lady sipping her tea - but if I go why should not I?
-Not to ruin a peaceful digestion Perkins answered with a little bow.
Milady could not resist the curiosity but looking out the window of the palace of his ancestors would have expected everything except a herd of cows grazing in its beautiful Victorian garden. Almost gave up her legs in surprise.
Cows?
If her hair had not been white they would be now for sure.
Those vulgar and smelly watery-eyed beasts tore with their teeth cattle the delicate buds of spring, rhododendrons, heather, horror-and-vegetables turned into the ruminant Indian lilac that his poor father, Captain Wester, had brought with itself from the colonies many years ago.
If it had not been educated in colleges in the United stiffer setup would scream and yell with indignation, but because it was a real lady she stood there in silence to observe the destruction next to Perkins, which in turn his, if it were cows instead of the mammoth did not lose his expression impassive.
Only that afternoon he was able to milady to vent his frustration on the shoulder of Horace more old family friend.
-I have never felt so desperate. Put yourself in my shoes better, not just the garden, which itself was beautiful, but the lilac tree had a sentimental value incalculable.
-O poor dear, but how did this happen?
Ah, all the fault of the new sweet pea hedges that were planted at the entrance. It seems that the pea is so fragrant that the cows, give me the time, did not resist.
-Really unpleasant.
-Oh, the lilacs of my Indian father! How much regret it. He had brought from the jungle as a token of love to my mother. I can never replace it.
Major Horace looked out on the remains of the garden of my Lady, a masterpiece of botany has always been proud of the manor. While contemplating the loose soil, trampled the flower beds and bushes uprooted a euphoric feeling of hope inside of him was mounting. For forty years he was madly in love with my lady but was never able to find the right words to declare and ask for her hand. Now maybe not all the evil was a silver lining.
-Se will partially repair your loss and bring a smile on your face I'm going to go to India, to face all the dangers of the jungle, find a copy identical to the one destroyed and put a cutting from transplanting.
-Sir Horace, leaving for India 's? Surely you are joking. Do not be offended if I remind you that you have a certain age.
-The best time to embrace the adventure, he said, already seeing a return after a thousand dangers with his arms full of exotic flowers and the lady, won by his devotion, which fell at his feet.
-You have a point-meditated milady. "But I'd better come with you, in case you need to nurse their ailments.
Major Horace felt overcome by such a hurry. A journey to distant lands the two of them alone was much more than he ever dreamed.
-It was not what I had in mind, my lady, but if you really nourished the desire to leave with me ...
-E will also Perkins. You see, he begins to be elderly and then bored to stay at home.
Perkins? That pompous old barn in the ribs, who for forty years could disrupt the rare moments when the greatest could hardly have courage for the declaration. If it was always in the middle, each time with his impeccable tone and its timing out of place.
-...- Here muttered the major.
-Perkins-she cried enthusiastically. -Want to join us?
-Excellent idea, madame.
Thus was formed the company of Indian lilac and two days later, my Lady, Colonel Horace Perkins and left for their company full of surprises.
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