Tuesday, June 5, 2007

The Last Trek of a Faithful Steed (or The Piano-less Lady in De-Stress)

This piano was recently given to us by friends who are moving from the area. The story is not just getting the piano, though. The story is its long journey to our small apartment.
Early in the morning last Saturday, my courageous husband and daring brother, Kirk, left our home with a mission. Their mission, though difficult, was carefully planned. The objective, to bring the piano back to the fair maiden who was preparing biscuits and gravy to reward them for their diligent efforts. It would be a challenging quest, but the reward made all the effort worthwhile.
The plan was to carefully hoist the piano onto Kirk's trusty steed. . . umm, well, actually, his Ford Ranger. Then, after carefully tying down the piano, the adventurers would begin the easy part of their journey. They would bring the piano to the apartment with haste, and then would carefully unload the delicate instrument and quickly lift it with their muscular bodies and take it to the home of the piano-less young lady.
The first part of the plan went beautifully. With the help of two friends who happened to come along, they loaded the piano and tied it down. They were ready to set off. And they did. However, not far into their journey, they felt, or heard, rather, that something was amiss. Kirk's beloved steed was reaching the end of it's long life. As it travelled its last few miles, the adventurers could hear it's death rattle, and so they pulled to the side of the road in anguish for their trusty Ranger. The transmission was gone. There were no car surgeons near by, so the brave adventurers had to go to plan B. Jason signaled for help with his cell phone. They called the young lady, and she dropped everything, even the biscuit dough, and left with flour-covered hands to rescue her beloved. When she arrived at the scene of Ranger's death, she encouraged the two knightly gentlemen to join her in her steed post-haste. They traveled back to their home, rather disheartened. When they arrived, Jason once again used his faithful signalling device to call a pall bearer for Ranger. The pall bearer agreed to carry both Ranger and his precious cargo back to the old home place. When he arrived, he laid Ranger gently on the ground, and left.
In the meantime, the piano-less lady had completed her biscuits and gravy, and fed the distraught knights a nourishing breakfast. Little did they know that before the day was out, they would need all the energy that the breakfast had given them.
Now that Ranger was at rest, the adventurers set out once again to bring the piano to the piano-less lady. After all, aren't they supposed to rescue damsels in distress? Perhaps they were a little confused, because the piano-less lady had told them that the piano would help her de-stress. They tugged and pulled the piano away from Ranger's dead body. As they struggled with the weight, a good Samaritan happened by. He pulled over his trusty steed, and offered his assistance. With his help, the knights unloaded their precious cargo. He left with barely time for a thank you.
The piano was almost home. The sidewalk was relatively smooth, and so did not seem to pose any problems. Unfortunately, the piano was ailing. After being rolled smoothly for about three feet, the piano lurched as one of its rollers broke off with a snap. Although it caused a slight hesitation on the part of the knights, they persevered. About four feet later, another roller said goodbye to its lifelong friend. What would the brave adventurers do? They had to get the piano to the piano-less lady. After all, they had already received their reward. It would be unjust to simply leave the decrepit piano along the side of the road!
Suddenly, along came another good Samaritan. This time, it was the next door neighbor. With the cheerful personality of a sidekick, he pitched in, and the three brave young men heaved the piano off the ground, lifted it up the four long steps, and through the door into its final home. They gently rolled it on its two remaining rollers to its own special place in the home. It is now comfortable, with a window nearby to look out, and a wall behind it so that it can relax when it is tired.
The young piano-less lady is no longer that. Now she sits and plays the piano for hours at a time, day after day. The piano, even in its old age, still provides beautiful music for the young lady as she destresses. The knights continue to live their chivalrous lives. The Ranger has gone to its final resting place. Now it is resting in peace alongside many other once faithful steeds. Although it is sorely missed, it will always be remembered for its valiant effort, and its indomitable spirit, which it exhibited until its last breath.


  1. Bethany,
    Absolutely loved your account of the pianoless woman. Have you thought of writing children's stories!!!!!
    Aunt Brenda & Uncle Bill

  2. I'm glad there was a happy ending to this story. I gasped a couple times. and laughed often. I love music and am glad that the piano (and all involved) are safe.
    p.s. I read "She Cried" first...I had such a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, that I didn't feel I could post a comment.
    I'm impressed with your writing.

  3. Thanks, Natalie. I look forward to getting to know you better.


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