This beautiful carving is apparently on a piece of furniture, which leads me perfectly into a little yarn from the viewpoint of a child.
Gram was having her new sideboard delivered this afternoon.
Abigail wondered what it would be like.
The big black one in the front parlour had housed the best china and cutlery, plus the sugar lumps in their blue glass dish with the silver petalled lid and matching feet. She would sneak in to pinch a few when she thought Gram was asleep, confident they wouldn’t be missed. Abigail hadn’t understood why a worm had wanted to make a home in it, but it had been chopped up for firewood, so now there was a big gap against the wall.
The van arrived, blocking out the light from the window.
Abigail stood on one foot in the hall as she watched the two men carry it in.
She was fascinated by the drawing on the door, and Gram caught her staring.
‘That’s the Sugar Guardian,’ she announced. ‘ That worm sure had a sweet tooth. Hopefully the Guardian will keep future worms away.’
Abigail went pinker than the ribbons on her pigtails and decided not to put Him to the test.