Lady of the Forest

Right behind our house, on the other side of the alley, exact center between the Zionist Jihad Party Boys' bunkers lives the village idiot. He sings opera in short bursts. It ends when he can 't reach the high note. They come out as a shrill cry much like a seagull.

The Lady of the Forest lives next to the village idiot on the east side. She has a one year old girl and several different men. The men all seem nice, they help her quite a bit. I'm not sure if they're lovers or brothers. But the Lady of the Forest needs lots of help. For some reason it is the same story for all Ladies of the Forest. They all need help in some way.

Her forest are a group of overgrown elm trees. They shade the Lady of the Forest but offer little else. The Lady of the Forest is blond, but not by nature, she has the hard look of someone who has seen battle and hard times. The Lady of the Forest wears thick black eye liner that makes the lines around her eyes pronounced.

Something is wrong with the Lady of the Forest. Some tragedy is etched in her being. I'm not sure what it is as yet. So much of my time is spent on tracking Mean Queen, Daddy and the Zionist Jihad Party Boys that the Lady of the Forest as been neglected and I think, the Lady of the Forest suffers from neglect of some kind. She has this perpetual sadness that surrounds Ladies of the Forests.

I gave her flowers and eggs which delighted her. Flowers for her child's first birthday party and eggs to eat. The gift delighted her and as the birthday party went on and the birthday song was sung, shortly afterward a fight ensued. One of those drunken fights with a girl screaming for attention and a man swearing because she wanted attention. They left the party and after a respectable pause, the party continued. But I could sense the sadness of the Lady of the Forest. It spilled out, even with the celebration of her daughter's first year.

The Lady of the Forest has secrets.