Down A Garden Path

Garden, Roses, Herbs, Flowers, Pink, Bloom, Romantic

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To be “led down the garden path”

To be “sold a bill of goods”

Offered “a deal you can’t refuse:”

To be subject to a ruse

No matter how you “candy coat it”

These things can be quite bleak

But how wonderful it would be

If they were the actual things

Of which the idioms speak

 

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The Breach

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Image: Wikipedia

The siege had dragged on for six weeks, and several ferocious actions had taken place before the gates.  King Sigmund knew his troops could not sustain their encirclement of the fortress much longer as winter was approaching, and worse still – rumours of a relief column had reached him.  The king therefore ordered one final push against the great citadel.

In this would-be final assault, his heavy infantry broke through the outer trenches and skirting walls.  This in turn allowed the sappers to make a small breach on the south palisade.  Unfortunately, the hail of missiles from above drove back the cream of his assault force.

In desperation to exploit what might be his last chance of victory, he ordered his winged-hussars into the breach.  They fought bravely, but fell back.  General Stanislov managed to halt the retreat of his brave cavalrymen, and regroup them for another push.  As he did so, he sent a rider to the king for ask for reinforcements.  He was sure that his horsemen did not have the strength to attempt the assault again.

While he waited for the monarch’s reply, Paval Red-Cheeks, the king’s jester led a band of musicians, jugglers, and cooks; armed with little more than staves and clubs, into the contested opening.  It seems the adage is true, that fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

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Fandango’s February Expressions #2: fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

The Messenger

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Pete walked into the busy bar and scanned the crowd.  It wasn’t difficult to find his buddy, Will, as he was at his favourite table knocking back his fourth Guinness.

“Did you know that your metre has run out?” Pete asked as he approached the table.

“Crap,” muttered his friend as he rose to go pay for an additional hour of parking.

He got to the door in time to see the truck pulling away from the curve, his car in tow.

“How could you let them do that?” he snapped at Pete.

“Do what?” Pete asked innocently.  “Don’t shoot messenger.  I told you it had run out, what more could I have done?”

“Did it ever occur to ‘the messenger’ to feed the metre for me?  I didn’t think so,” Will snapped.  He then turned his back on his ‘former’ friend and stomped from the bar.

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Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 17 August 2019