“A people without knowledge of their roots is like a tree without roots” – That was an advertisement that scrolled across the TV. For, twenty dollars,  they would check your DNA. Suppose I came from Iceland  – Land of Viking explorers – Epicenter of Mythology and Fairy Tales.

I drifted off to sleep, saw a psychedelic image of Iceland,

and viewed a Fairy Tale. When I awoke, I called the Fairy Tale “PERLA AND THE DRUMMOND DUCK”

Do you know Perla’s parents were born in Iceland and moved to Canada right after Perla was born. They hated Canada. Mother said the Canadian geese were too loud – their voices disturbed her peaceful sleep. Dad said their habit if eating the limited horse grass was disrespectful – and after eating all that grass the geese pooped on the remaining grass – disrespectful.

Mom said, I want to go home, back to my roots. – back to Iceland and the mid-night sun

Mom dreamed of Iceland and the Northern Lights 

.  But we can not do that. Since 982 AD, Iceland has banned any horse entering or reentering Iceland.

Mom and Pop fretted so much about their loss of home that they died up there in Canada. Young Perla and friend Addies moved to Drummond Island, USA.  But the Geese ate and pooped in the USA too. Addies said “ I hate this land, this pasture, these geese, and the Drummond horses.  I want to go home.

Perla said to Addies, “Mom and Dad did not know how to adapt and make new friends – the loneliness  killed them.  Perla said, “We must try – We must try to gain new friends. – We must try.”  With that, they both closed their eyes and drifted off to seep.

In their dream, They ask the Canadian Geese “Did you ever think of leaving the pasture and be like the duck, Eat, sleep and poop in the water?  The geese replied  “Well, maybe you should leave the pasture and and go live with the ducks.

The Horses said “You mean go away from what makes the Icelandic horse special – and live with the ducks?”  They felt strange and shed big horse size tears,

They felt strange, they cried, and shed big horse tears.

but they went to meet the duck on Whitney bay.  They stood by the water’s edge and envisioned a strange new land.

They saw a place where white horses pointed the way for any lost ducks, where the great 8 legged horse, Sleipnir, of Norse sagas, performed on stage. They, in their dream, saw Perla swimming all day. Their friend, Jim, canoed beside her – and the duck, the duck carried another Jim on its back.  Addies said “How can we make friends in this strange world of he duck”.

The strange world of the duck

 

Then, they both awoke. They said, we must stay in the pasture and try to get along with the horses that accept pooping geese  – the land of the duck is too strange.  We must give up some of our ways and do as these horses do. It will be OK.  We will not loose those important things of our roots – We can still Tolt, do the Flying Pace, grow long hair and change color in the winter.

That evening, Perla and Addies joined joined the other horses. They made no comments about wanting to return to Iceland.

Here is what happened in the pasture. At midnight the human of the pasture would sit and talk with them for hours. They were given treats of sweet food and fresh hay.

“Hey, these humans are real heroes.  They give us food, shelter, love, exercise, and they plan to take care of us for a long time.”  In Iceland, when heroes died, their horses had to give up their life to be buried with the hero.  It is not that way here.   WOW.”  Perla said, “By trying,  we have just found a great new way of living – we have adapted and we made new friends.”

Perla and Addies smiled and lay down by the fresh mound of hay and dreamed of another day in the pasture, with their new friends, with the geese, and with an occasional duck.  And Perla said, “We lost nothing – we can still TOLT, do the Flying Pace, grow long hair, change color in the winter, and we still are the most nice friendly horses in the pasture.”

It pays to try hard, to embrace the new ways and new friends, and still hold on to those important thing’s of your roots that make you a special person/animal.

THAT IS MY FAIRY TALE.

As you can see, I am not sure what I saw.