“Buzzbe” A short story by Guest Blogger Miriam Scully

by Fingal Libraries
by Fingal Libraries on December 21, 2015 in Libraries

A seasonal short story by Guest Blogger Miriam Scully who is a member of the Chinkwell Creative Writing Group. The Chinkwell Writers meet every second Saturday in Donabate Library.  Buzzbee My hoofs were killing me. Mary, Joseph and I had been walking for days. They had to go to Bethlehem to register for a census. […]

A seasonal short story by Guest Blogger Miriam Scully who is a member of the Chinkwell Creative Writing Group. The Chinkwell Writers meet every second Saturday in Donabate Library.

Buzzbee

My hoofs were killing me. Mary, Joseph and I had been walking for days. They had to go to Bethlehem to register for a census. The night was very cold. We looked for a place to stay. Everywhere we sought accommodation we were turned away as the place was full.

In her stable attached to the Wayfarers Inn Bertha Bovine sat. She ruminated on the coming and going of people over the past week. Suddenly the door to the stable opened and Mr Yacob the Inn Keeper entered. With him were a man and a woman sitting on the back of a donkey. Mr Yacob said to the man, “I am sorry this is all I can offer you for the night”. “We will be fine here” said the man.

The man whose name was Joseph lifted the woman from the back of the donkey and they began to make a bed on the straw. When Mary and Joseph were settled, the donkey crossed to Bertha’s stall and said,” my hoofs are killing me, may I sit with you”. Bertha introduced herself and invited him to share her stall and food. Eventually they fell asleep.

God spoke to Buzzbe in a loud booming voice. “You carried Mary and my son on your back for days. You are blessed among animals. Henceforth you and all of your kind will carry my symbol of appreciation on your back”.

Buzzbe woke up to a sound like a cat meowing. He glanced at Bertha who was also awake. They stood and looked over the stall. There in lamp light sat Mary with a baby in her arms and Joseph at her side. Bertha mooed and Buzzbe he hawed in delight at the sight. Then Bertha turned to Buzzbe and said, “You have a cross on your back”. So it was not a dream after all thought Buzzbe to himself I am blessed.

By Miriam Scully