Herman’s New Beginning
Herman sat and looked out at the rain. He shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position then sighed. He was stuck in a rut and despite the new year and his good intentions to do something about the current rut he was in, Herman just couldn’t summon up any motivation.
The caravan he lived in was no longer accommodating his needs and it was long past looking its best. The thing with caravans was that they depreciated over time through general wear and tear and Herman had put his through a lot. He had travelled far and wide in his but now it was kaput! He liked that word…kaput, but he didn’t like what it meant, particularly for him at that moment in time. It leaked and it looked horrible with green slime growing up on the outside. In fact, the green was even creeping inside, due to the aforementioned leak problem.
He sighed again and stuck his head out to see if the rain was showing any signs of stopping. A great drop of water plopped down on his head from the tree that bent over his caravan. He took a sharp intake of breath at the sudden coldness then thought, actually that was quite pleasant, once the shock of it had worn off. He also couldn’t see much from his current location. You see, Herman had had a slight accident in his caravan on an uneven part of the track, and the whole thing went tumbling down a slope into the damn rut he was now stuck in and had been for days. No one passed by so his calls for help went unheeded.
The rut was now beginning to fill up with water…sloppy, brown, muddy water. Every time Herman tried to crawl up and out of the space, he just slid back down again. So frustrating. He was wet, muddy and cold and very unhappy.
Suddenly a loud obnoxious noise came from down the track above him. Herman’s spirit lifted. Could it be help? As the object making the noise, that sounded like a huge metallic grating monster, grew closer the noise became unbearable.
‘Oh!’ Herman cried out, shaking his head in distress then something wonderful happened.
As the great thundering object passed by his position, a wave of water came washing over Herman and soon he found himself propelled out of the muddy rut and quickly tumbling then tumbling some more, all the way down the slope.
‘Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,’ said Herman as he went head over heels, rolling down the slope.
On the way down a great weight lifted from his shoulders and he was suddenly caravanless. It was gone, just like that, obliterated into pieces until there was only Herman left.
He landed at the bottom of the slope and for a moment he didn’t move. He caught his breath then looked around. The sun in the sky began to break through the clouds and the rain pattered to a stop. He looked up the slope and saw the scattered debris of his caravan strewn down the whole side of the slope.
Now what?
Herman turned and saw the sea! He caught his breath again, this time in wonder. So that was where the sea had gone, he thought. How he missed it so.
He gathered himself together and hurried across the duney land, loving the feel of the soft powdery sand beneath him. And then there it was! Herman gasped! It was beautiful in pastel pink, an entirely brand new caravan, and it was empty! He looked to his left and to his right…then ran.
Before anyone else could claim the abandoned real estate, Herman gathered it to himself and squeeeeeezed quickly inside.
‘Ooh,’ he said once he it was positioned just right. It was quite roomy inside. It was perfect.
Herman trundled off across the sand and finally into the sea.
Herman sat and looked out at the rain. He shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position then sighed. He was stuck in a rut and despite the new year and his good intentions to do something about the current rut he was in, Herman just couldn’t summon up any motivation.
The caravan he lived in was no longer accommodating his needs and it was long past looking its best. The thing with caravans was that they depreciated over time through general wear and tear and Herman had put his through a lot. He had travelled far and wide in his but now it was kaput! He liked that word…kaput, but he didn’t like what it meant, particularly for him at that moment in time. It leaked and it looked horrible with green slime growing up on the outside. In fact, the green was even creeping inside, due to the aforementioned leak problem.
He sighed again and stuck his head out to see if the rain was showing any signs of stopping. A great drop of water plopped down on his head from the tree that bent over his caravan. He took a sharp intake of breath at the sudden coldness then thought, actually that was quite pleasant, once the shock of it had worn off. He also couldn’t see much from his current location. You see, Herman had had a slight accident in his caravan on an uneven part of the track, and the whole thing went tumbling down a slope into the damn rut he was now stuck in and had been for days. No one passed by so his calls for help went unheeded.
The rut was now beginning to fill up with water…sloppy, brown, muddy water. Every time Herman tried to crawl up and out of the space, he just slid back down again. So frustrating. He was wet, muddy and cold and very unhappy.
Suddenly a loud obnoxious noise came from down the track above him. Herman’s spirit lifted. Could it be help? As the object making the noise, that sounded like a huge metallic grating monster, grew closer the noise became unbearable.
‘Oh!’ Herman cried out, shaking his head in distress then something wonderful happened.
As the great thundering object passed by his position, a wave of water came washing over Herman and soon he found himself propelled out of the muddy rut and quickly tumbling then tumbling some more, all the way down the slope.
‘Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,’ said Herman as he went head over heels, rolling down the slope.
On the way down a great weight lifted from his shoulders and he was suddenly caravanless. It was gone, just like that, obliterated into pieces until there was only Herman left.
He landed at the bottom of the slope and for a moment he didn’t move. He caught his breath then looked around. The sun in the sky began to break through the clouds and the rain pattered to a stop. He looked up the slope and saw the scattered debris of his caravan strewn down the whole side of the slope.
Now what?
Herman turned and saw the sea! He caught his breath again, this time in wonder. So that was where the sea had gone, he thought. How he missed it so.
He gathered himself together and hurried across the duney land, loving the feel of the soft powdery sand beneath him. And then there it was! Herman gasped! It was beautiful in pastel pink, an entirely brand new caravan, and it was empty! He looked to his left and to his right…then ran.
Before anyone else could claim the abandoned real estate, Herman gathered it to himself and squeeeeeezed quickly inside.
‘Ooh,’ he said once he it was positioned just right. It was quite roomy inside. It was perfect.
Herman trundled off across the sand and finally into the sea.
©Caz Eddy 2020
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