What started out as a mild winter turned brutal and cold after the holidays, It would be near March before more than a few hearty souls would venture out into the biting cold and frigid temperatures. A post was received by the household and they knew today, Great-Grand-Father would be stopping by for another visit.
Ainsley, wanted to be comfortable with the weather still so cold. The cold gave her the edge when her mother ask for her to dress nice. So sitting in the music room she looked more like a boy then a little girl. She did so love the feel of corduroy, and the extra thickness kept her legs warm.
She could hear him as he entered the door, two sets of heavy shoes firmly sounding on the floor. It was the footsteps coming toward the music room which confirmed her belief he was there. The normal gruff greeting just couldn't be heard this time. "He must have been speaking very softly this time," she thought.
In stepped Great Grand-father and behind him his servant carrying a very large box; stepping lively across the room and taking a seat next to Ainsley. Once her eyes saw past him to the box, they became large as saucers, and her mouth formed a rather large 'O'. She didn't notice his rather comical smile at her reaction.
"Great-Grandfather?" she ask, "Would it be okay if I started the story this time? I promise it will start from the story ending of the last one."
He nodded his head adding, "Remember even though you are telling the story you will still have to finish it as well."
I will, she promised then told the end of the story. Without a break, she reached over and tapped the box twice, then began the new story.
The parrot was a tricky little friend; he was actually working for the British. Those long disappearing acts were times he would fly off to visit his contact for further orders. This last time, the contact handed the parrot his 'home' command; it was time to bring the Pirates back to the coastline, where troops were waiting to trap them. On the coast the British had made treaties and deals with several nations. Treaties which allowed troops brought in to help with the capture. King George the third himself had been willing to make a deal with the rebel colonist in order to secure their assistance as well.
So while the Parrot slowly brought Dandee and his men back to the Eastern Coast, the newly formed soldiers of nations were practicing the final plan of capture. In celebration for the up coming capture a party would be held the night before. Celebratory actions and practices from each of the nations, music, drink, song and a very large feast.
The next day, everyone took their places with many laying on the ground, in the trees and behind large stones, because they found it easier than to stand up. Most ate and drank little to much the night before. In spite of the wooly-headedness the soldiers with the aid of the parrot were able to capture the pirates.
After the capture, the King of England was so grateful of the colonial soldiers he gave them their freedom to create a new country. The French not to be out done gave all the lands west of the colonies to the newly formed country.
Great-Grandfather laugh long and loud, "You know, Ainsley, this might make a very good story, but I fear your history instructor may not feel so in its telling."
Ainsley gave a shy smile, "Yes I know. You did say it was a story, and the story belongs to me. Since it is my story this is the way I wish to tell it."