What Brownies are Made of and It’s Not Me ( Guest Post from @zoojourneys )

I’ll cut to the chase, I got kicked out of Brownies. On my first night

Doesn’t everyone?

You might say “Rogue Degenerate” but I’d like to think “Songstress in the Making”. Read on, you might be surprised (or not).

I had been begging my parents forever (probably not but when you’re young, things seem
like forever) to spend Thursday evenings singing and dancing.

My parents were either impressed with my maturity or it was just a coincidence that my cousin
Gillian handed down her brownie outfit to me.

Either way, I was about to experience that of my wildest dreams… Brownies! Oh to be
(around) seven again.

On that fateful sunny evening, I couldn’t have been more prepared;

  • Faded and too large outfit: Check,
  • Scratchy, brown wool leggings: Check,
  • Scarf that was strangling me: Check,
  • Pouch with payoff quarter: Check.

Things were shaky from the beginning.

I was greeted by this person that called herself a Witch “Owl” and she wanted my
quarter (and we all know what I’m willing to do for a quarter). It was pretty much a game of pull and tug.

I lost.

The torture didn’t end there.

Through some twist of fate, all my friends were put into the “Little People” group and I was stuck with the “Fairies”. Apparently my dismay was quite obvious as the real degenerate one of my peers gave me the secret verse that would enable me to join my friends.

Looking back now, I can’t see how her idea would have had any other outcome than what it did but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

And so, when it came time to hold hands, skip around a circle and sing “our” song, I was ready. I can remember it like it was yesterday and it went like this…

“We are the Fairies glad and gay, helping people with their day.”

My version…

“We are the Fairies glad and glum, helping people with their bum.”

I didn’t really want to be a Brownie anyway.

Got any Brownie stories of your own?

Besos, The Zoo
Sarah is the “Zookeeper” and Author of Journeys of The Zoo. When she’s not herding The Zoo, she enjoys blogging, talking and creative pursuits. She is sarcastic and almost always joking. She tries to remember that Life is Short. She became a Mother for the first (and last) time when she gave birth to Triplets; Alexander, Maximilian and Artemis. Sadly, Alexander passed away. This is their Journey.

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