There once were two lovely young girls, sisters in fact, who lived in a spacious abode that seemed, too often, to close in around them. They were two of four daughters, not the golden-brown edge ones, but the soft, fair-haired, middlest sisters, mixed and squeezed together so much that they couldn’t get along. In fact, they bickered constantly.
They bickered near, they bickered far
They argued things trivial, humdrum, and bizarre.
“I’m sick of your manners,” one would often yell.
“I don’t like your meddling or dubious smell”
The other undaunted, her resentments would list
And sometimes erupt in a tirade of fists
Finally the lady of the manor (the loveliest, fairest maiden in the land) had had quite enough. She threatened, cajoled, and punished the two sisters. In frustration, she assigned them chores in the hopes of building teamwork. The clever mother’s schemes worked…but only for a season. For the enmity between the two sisters had grown as great and thick as their noble father’s ample chest hair.
He, the master of the house, was wise on his own account and took action to solve the embarrassing bickering once and for all. He tied the legs of the two sisters together with red silky ribbon, telling them to write down ten things each admired in the other. Only then would the ribbon be removed and their freedom attained.
He congratulated himself on his shrewdness and saw to the other important tasks of the manor, little knowing that the two cunning sisters conspired against him. Each composed a flowery list detailing their own most praiseworthy virtues, swapped scrolls, and beckoned their father back to their dungeon. So pleased was he that he released the two fair girls immediately with a tender kiss on each brow.
He boasted to his lovely wife in their bedchamber that night and wondered at how she could possibly resist his dashing charm. While choruses singing praise echoed inside his swollen head, the lady heard the familiar bicker, bicker, bicker from the other side of the door. The master and fine lady gave up! Would the two sisters ever be confidants or were they doomed to dwell in the moat of antipathy ever after?
Alas, one fine day, something came into their hands that brought the two together better than any silk ribbon ever could. It was warm, imaginative, and likable to both parties. They loved this thing, pondered it, and discussed it non-stop. Oft in the evenings, side by side they could be found on a blue, fluffy throne doing nothing but soaking up the enjoyment of this thing…together. Yes, together.
An amazing light shone over the humble manor – the light of peace.
What was this wonderful thing of harmony, you ask? What could it possibly be? It was a book, then another, and another. It was literature that bound their squabbling hearts and imaginations together.
The lord of the manor, a brilliant novelist in his own mind, felt it important to pay tribute to one of the tomes that brought reconciliation to his home. To celebrate Divergent’s theatrical debut, I give you Virgil’s take on one of the wonderful works that put hatred asunder.
Not coming to a theater near you….
23 thoughts on “The Bickering Sisters”
Thank you so much. And most of it (besides the chest hair) is true!
great post, mark and i raised 3 daughters and was one of 3 daughters, along with a brother who came later. i am well acquainted with the world of bickering. well done )
I wish we could credit for solving the problem. We never found the common ground that a few books did. After a decade, the last year has been amazing.
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Thank you for sharing the story, Barbara.
How wonderful books are!
Indeed, on many levels.
Very funny stuff. Girls, well, for my money they are about 100 X harder to raise than boys and the drama is the stuff of good theater.
Not always ‘good’ theater. But there is a lot of drama for sure
Wow, this was awesome. I especially liked the “master of the house” character. 🙂
Thank you. Fiction is a great way to smooth out flaws and wrinkles…
It’s great! Awesome story! Thanks for sharing this! Neeky
So glad you enjoyed! Thank you for coming by.
Beautiful dear Mark! Thank you so much for following my humble blog. God bless you! Hugs!
Likewise, thanks for following mine. I look forward to reading more. Blessings to you.
Bound together by books, love it.
A very surprising twist in our ‘manor’
A nice one though.
Awesome post Mark. And I love the comment of the man’s ample chest hair. Hehehe. I can definitely relate to bickering. I was the only girl in my family, but my younger brother and I had it out a lot. We bickered like crazy.
That comment is only there to prove the farce. But the bickering and the solution are real.
How perfectly delightful! Just the lovely thing I need to relax my brain, smile out loud, and remember why I love life. Thanks. And, thanks as well for stopping in and liking my blog.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Blessings, Mark