The Red Robin

Skipping happily, singing at the top of her lungs in a lusty voice, Gwendolyn sang –
“Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head,
Get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
Live, love, laugh and be happy
….. dum dum dum de dum …
singing a song
when the red, red robin
comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along…”
At five years old, she didn’t really know where she had heard that song but it seemed so cheerful and happy she sang it in snatches of remembered words mixed with  slightly out of tune hummed melodies. The sun was shining.  The snow was glistening.  She was happy, happy, happy !!!
Gwendolyn was on a mission.  It was a special day today.  She had been sent on a very important, secret errand.  In fact, her morning had started out just like the words in the song. “Wake up, you sleepy head. Get up –  get out of bed...” her big sister Elizabeth had whispered in her ear. Elizabeth had explained to Gwendolyn that today was a special day for Mummy and Daddy. It was their ‘versary. They had been married a very looooong time – twenty whole years! Much longer than Gwendolyn herself  had been alive. Elizabeth had shown her how many by counting every single one of her fingers and toes. Imagine that. It took all of them.  Gwendolyn giggled at the memory of Elizabeth tickling her toes as she counted. Elizabeth was so clever and grown up, thought Gwendolyn. I’m going to be just like her when I grow up.
The girls were going to surprise their parents by making a special breakfast in bed. That’s why Gwendolyn was up at the very crack of dawn, skipping down  the garden path to collect some pussy willow branches from the tree growing in the back corner of their yard by the pond. It was Mummy’s favourite.  Harbinger of spring, the willow was budding early with fluffy, furry catkins. And wouldn’t you know it – there was a robin red breast sitting in the top branches.  Gwendolyn jumped up and down in excitement. Surprisingly, the bird just sat there watching her curiously.
Having collected five little stems, just like she had been asked to do, Gwendolyn rushed back inside, banging the kitchen door in her hurry to help. Sshhhh! Elizabeth warned her, fingers pressed against her lips. We don’t want to wake them up.
Loudly quiet the girls set about preparing a breakfast tray adorned with the pussy willows.  In no time at all it was ready. Elizabeth, carrying it carefully so as not to spill the glasses of orange juice, nodded for Gwendolyn to go ahead and open the bedroom door.
HAPPY ‘VERSARY, Mummy and Daddy she yelled as in her eagerness she jumped onto the bed and wriggled her way between her parents. Giggling with delight, she set about explaining the morning’s adventures to them. Elizabeth set the tray down on the bedside table and joined her. In no time at all the four of them were enjoying a breakfast of toast and vegemite with sips of orange juice to wash it all down. Mummy and Daddy said it was the best ‘happy ‘versay breakfast ever !  Gwendolyn thought so too.
©  Raili Tanska
Images Pixabay

26 thoughts on “The Red Robin

  1. ANOTHER children’s book in the works!!! You’re really on a roll! I meant to tell you something clear back the middle of December and forgot! Our Sunday School class at church had a Christmas party where we each had to bring a white elephant gift. Someone (no one knew who brought what) actually brought a jar of vegemite as their gift. That sucker flew from one person to the other, all trying to get rid of it. And the end the older lady who got it was kind of a sore loser. She opened it, took a whiff and gagged. I nearly died laughing. She wasn’t to be satisfied until all of us had smelled the stuff. I told them my friends in Australia and England use it and they looked at me like I had worms crawling out of my ears! 😀

    1. Lol !! Some people use it like stock in cooking, or make a cup of clear soup with it. I guess that makes it more palatable if you don’t like it but is so good on toast ! . I have a blogging friend who is French by birth, lives in Texas, loves vegemite. I did a couple of vegemite paintings and sent them to her. She sniffs them !!!!

  2. This is such a precious story. Is it a memory of your children or of you and a sister? Smiles, Robin
    You can now understand why I came to say a hello! I loved the European robin photograph. 🙂

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