The Old Woman

The Wise Seer

nce upon a time there was an Old Woman who loved stories. She loved all stories, but she especially loved Mother Goose rhymes. She loved their sounds. She loved their pictures. She loved the stories about their beginnings. She loved those rhymes so much that she wanted to share them with the whole world. But Old Mother Goose had not given an audience to her followers for many, many years. The only evidence of her continued presence was scattered tail feathers found from time to time in strange and exotic places. Afraid that Mother Goose could no longer fly, the Old Woman gathered together her most trusted friends who also loved Mother Goose. First, she called for the Wise Seer who possesses the wisdom of both past and future, whose vision and determination is a match for any task. Then she called for her Magician-in-Training, the gatherer of wisdom who would pass all knowledge on to the next generation. These three thought, and they thought, and they thought. They thought about how they could help Mother Goose fly again to the far reaches of the world to share her stories. All that thinking made the friends very hungry, so they ate and they ate, and they ate. They thought and they ate. They thought and they ate. They thought and they ate. They thought until they could think no more, but they were still hungry. So they ate until there was nothing left to eat. Devouring the very last Chinese noodle, the Old Woman remembered the stories of a new World-Wide Wizard (WWW) with a magic beyond even the power of Mother Goose. This Wizard could call-up images and sounds instantaneously with just the click of a finger. And they could appear anywhere, anytime, even all at once all over the world. This remembering should have made the Old Woman and her friends very happy, but it only made them sad because they had no shiny trinket to attract that elusive Wizard to them.

The Magician-in-Training

The Wizard