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Topic: Enter (02/27/06)
TITLE: The Doorbell
By Rachel Rudd
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The man of the house walked through a grandiose room filled with the smells of a gourmet feast prepared for his party guests. Each place had been set with meticulous attention to detail. Everything shone of a delight in preparation and a love for those he invited.
When he reached the adjoining hallway, the magnificent dwellings ended. Here a simple homemade carpenter bench and a well-worn rug bid welcome to visitors. He designed the house in hopes that those who entered would see the beauty in simplicity before he overwhelmed them with grandeur.
“A bit impatient, aren’t they?” he smiled to himself and then peeked through the keyhole. “Oh, it’s Martin. Right on time, of course.”
He greeted Martin with a smile and beckoned him in.
“Hello, Jose,” Martin spoke in an arrogant voice. “Did you not think to send a car for me? I am the town mayor after all! I had to walk all the way over here. What kind of place is this you live in anyway? I thought you had money!”
Before Jose could get a word in edgewise, another guest arrived.
As Lillian came into the room, a look of consternation filled her face.
“Jose, I thought you invited us to a real feast, but by the looks of this place you would think we were on a farmyard. I better not stay. I don’t want to smell like sheep!”
A look of sadness filled Jose’s face.
When Jose opened the door, Lillian left without a backwards glance. A pretentious lady dressed in a long fur coat, high-heeled boots, and a hairdo a foot high then peeked into the room. She attempted to come through the door but her tall figure and loaded personality could not fit through the door frame! She simply refused to bend her knees. With a humph, she turned around and left.
Jose opened the door to greet the last guests to arrive. They were short enough to enter and thrilled to be invited.
“Jose!” They all screamed in enthusiasm as they ran to him with open arms. He laughed in merriment as they all attempted to crowd him with attention.
Martin glared with all his sternness. “What kind of party is this you want me to be a part of? Dine with dozens of children? Not in my lifetime! I’m going home.”
The door slammed behind his retreating frame.
After Jose hugged each of the small ones surrounding him, he called them in to the dazzling room that had been hidden from sight.
“Alright, my children. Let’s eat!”
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