Thursday, 20 June 2013

The Poet and the Robin


          Many, many years ago, in the city of London, there lived a poor young man named Nicholas Burns. Nicholas had two jobs; his first job was with a man named Mr Sloane. Mr Sloane was the owner of a big shop where he sold pocket watches, handkerchiefs, umbrellas and scarves for both men and women. Nicholas’ job in the shop was keeping it clean and helping customers. His other job was being a poet.

          Nicholas was clever with poetry; he had like writing poems ever since he was a boy. Mr Sloane thought that Nicholas’ poetry was a real talent. He once asked Nicholas if he wanted to sell his poetry in the shop as well. Nicholas accepted his offer, so Mr Sloane sold papers of poetry in the shop as well. Even though he had two jobs Nicholas only had just enough money to make ends meet.

          Nicholas’ poems were usually about a beautiful countryside, the seaside, and all sorts of weather and above all love. Both men and women loved his poetry and always bought them, but he didn’t get a lot of money for them.

          “It is a pity Nicholas” said Mr Sloane “your poetry is very good. Yet you don’t get a lot of money for it”.

          “It’s all right” said Nicholas “as long as people like my poems. That is what matters”.

          It was true; Nicholas loved it when he saw customers smiling when they read his poetry. But his favourite smile was from Lady Christina Pendleton. Lady Christina Pendleton was the daughter of a rich gentleman named Lord Frederick Pendleton. Christina loved Nicholas’ poems and always looked forward to his new ones. Nicholas and Christina had feelings for each other, but Lord Frederick Pendleton had forbidden them to spend time with each other. As Christina was a lady he believed that having a relationship with a poor poet would put the family name in disgrace. So Christina and Nicholas never revealed their feelings to each other.

          One day Nicholas was taking a stroll in the park, when suddenly he heard a twittering noise. “That sounds like a bird” he said to himself. Nicholas followed the sound of the noise and found the course of the noise behind a tree. It was a bird; it was a robin with brown feathers and a red breast. The robin was hurt; his left wing was broken and he couldn’t fly. Nicholas couldn’t stand having a bird like that hurt, so he picked it up and carried it to his home.

          Nicholas lived in an apartment; being poor he lived in a very small room. He laid the robin onto a towel on the table in his room and nurtured it for two weeks. Then at last the robin’s wing was completely healed and it could fly again. The robin was grateful to Nicholas and sang a song to him.

          “Your singing is very beautiful” said Nicholas “it makes me smile”. Nicholas opened his bedroom window and told the robin it could go now. But the robin didn’t want to leave; it wanted to stay with Nicholas. Nicholas understood and the robin became his roommate. So every day, when Nicholas finished work, he would go straight home to be with the robin and the robin would sing to him.

          Two weeks later a big announcement was heard in the papers. Lady Christina Pendleton was to be married to a rich gentleman ‘Mr Robert Bentley’ in three days.

          “I don’t agree to this marriage” said Mr Sloane.

          “I don’t agree with it either Mr Sloane” said Nicholas.

          The truth was Robert Bentley was a very rich man, but he was a foolish man. He liked to drink and gamble and never took anything seriously.

          “I think the only reason Lord Pendleton agreed to this marriage was because of his riches” said Mr Sloane “he always did care about money and status above everything else. I feel sorry for his daughter”.

          Nicholas felt down hearted by the news of Christina’s marriage. He wanted to be Christina’s husband, but Lord Pendleton had agreed to the marriage and there was nothing he could do.

          Two days later, just one day before the wedding, Nicholas and his friend the robin were out on the streets together. The robin was sitting upon Nicholas’ shoulder and was enjoying the tour of the streets. Suddenly they saw Robert Bentley talking to his best friend Tom Hardwick. Tom Hardwick was a drinker and gambler as well. They walked into an alley. Nicholas had a bad feeling about that; normally whenever someone walked down an alley street it meant he or she was up to no good. Nicholas asked the robin to see what they were doing. The robin flew to a window shelf above where Robert Bentley and Tom were standing and listened to what they were saying.

          “I can’t believe that you are getting married to Lady Christina Pendleton tomorrow” said Tom.

          “Yes” said Robert Bentley “and after that is when I will become richer than ever”.

          “What about Lord Pendleton and his daughter?” asked Tom “What will become of them?”

          “The old man is getting older and older Tom” said Robert Bentley “I’ll be claiming the fortune after he dies; besides I can wait for that. As for Christina, I need her to give me an heir”. Tom understood and congratulated him on his marriage and success of wealth.

          After listening to their conversation, the robin flew back to Nicholas.

          “They are up to something aren’t they?” asked Nicholas. The robin tweeted as if to say yes. Nicholas really wanted to see what Robert Bentley’s plan for the Pendleton family was, but he didn’t know how.

          When Nicholas went to Mr Sloane’s shop for work, Mr Sloane was pleased to see him. He told Nicholas that Robert Bentley ordered some things from the shop and wanted them to deliver the things to his home. “Can you deliver them please Nicholas?” asked Mr Sloane “I need to stay here and guard the shop”. Nicholas agreed to do so and was happy; this was his chance to find out what Robert Bentley was planning.

          Nicholas went to Robert Bentley’s house to deliver the items he ordered. When he knocked on the door the maid told him that Robert Bentley was busy at the moment, but asked to wait in the study for him. When Nicholas was in the study, he put down the box of items and searched the study for evidence. In a drawer of a desk he found what he was looking for. It was a piece of paper of Robert Bentley’s plans of what he was going to do after Lord Pendleton died.

          Lord Pendleton owned four factories; a thread factory, a glass factory, a paper factory and a jewel factory. Robert Bentley’s plan was to tear them both down and replace them both with bars and shops and keep of the fortunes he would receive from Lord Pendleton for himself. As for Christina; she will give him a son and then will be gotten rid off. Nicholas didn’t like the ideas and placed the paper in his pocket to show to Lord Pendleton later. Then Robert Bentley entered the study and examined the items that Nicholas delivered. He had ordered five handkerchiefs, four umbrellas and two scarves as a wedding gift for Christina. He paid Nicholas for the items and then Nicholas left. Nicholas had a plan; he decided to show up at the wedding tomorrow and show the plans to Lord Pendleton then.

          The next day was Lady Christina Pendleton and Robert Bentley’s wedding. Everything was ready and all the guests were excited. Christina wasn’t excited about her marriage though; she didn’t love Robert Bentley. She had told her father that lots of times, but Lord Pendleton wouldn’t hear of it. Soon the ceremony started, the priest came up to the wedding vows. He was just about to ask Robert Bentley if he would take Christina for his wife, when Nicholas stormed into the church.

          “Stop the wedding!” he shouted, he walked down the aisle, “Lord Pendleton this man will ruin your family name if you let him marry Christina”.

          “What is the meaning of this?” demanded Lord Pendleton “And what are you talking about?”

          Nicholas took the paper, which showed Robert Bentley’s plan, out of his pocket and gave it to Lord Pendleton. Lord Pendleton grew red in the face when he read the plans.

          “You plan to ruin my factories and make my daughter an item to give you children?” he shouted at Robert Bentley.

          Robert Bentley just stood there nervously. “Well I uh” he said. “Enough!” yelled Lord Pendleton. He called the wedding off and ordered him to leave. Robert Bentley and Tom Hardwick rushed out of the church, as quick as they could.

          Lord Pendleton apologized to his daughter for making a grave mistake. Christina said it was alright and was happy that she didn’t have to marry Robert Bentley.

          “I thank you for telling me” Lord Pendleton said to Nicholas.

          “It was my pleasure sir” Nicholas said “and I ask if I may recite a poem I’ve just made up for your daughter”. Lord Pendleton accepted the request. Nicholas told Christina the poem.

                                         

‘Christina ever since you and I first met,

I have always wanted to say some things I’d never regret.

Your pink lips and skin as white as snow,

Always sets my heart aglow.

Your golden sunshine of hair,

With it’s beautiful flair.

And your beautiful eyes of green,

Makes you the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

What I want to say now is not a joke,

Even though you are rich and I am broke.

When I’m not with you I’m in a tiz,

That is why I have to ask you this.

Christina you are the love of my life,

Which is why I ask you to become my wife?’

 

          “So Christina would you become my wife?” Nicholas asked again. “I will” replied Christina and ran into Nicholas’ arms. Lord Pendleton was reluctant of this marriage proposal at first, but since Nicholas revealed Robert Bentley’s terrible plans, he agreed to the marriage.

          So Nicholas married Christina and became Lord Nicholas Burns. After Lord Pendleton died Nicholas inherited the factories and kept them the way they were. He still wrote poems for Christina and when they had children, he read his poems to them too. Nicholas and Christina lived a long and happy life together.

          As for the robin, it remained Nicholas’ best friend till the end of its life.