Doomsday Parts 1,2,3 and 4
May 31st 2017
National Walking Month
A beautiful blue sky greeted Doomsday with birds singing and hearts beating.
Instead of imagining Paradise the Fin Family decided to greet the possible ending of the world with a trip to Paradise.
Actions speaking louder than words they planned their trip and set off to a land of Wonder to the gardens of their friend Henry Moore.
The fabulous photographers of Bishops Stortford Photographic Society adopted Fin as their model with the following results:-
Your stick certainly is very popular, once we’d finished taking our pictures with it, we propped the stick up against the Double Oval as agreed. About an hour or so later I returned to my car just as a young family turned up with a little girl proudly holding ’the Stick’. I did a bit of a double take and thought… I recognise that stick!! When I asked how they came across the stick, the Mum explained that her daughter had found it and wouldn’t put it down, even though she’d asked her to leave it on several occasions.
So feeling quite bad I explained it was a famous stick and should really be returned to the Foundation. Fortunately without fuss the little girl handed the stick over to her Dad who duly took it back to your reception.
Hopefully you got your stick back okay?? If not, then please enjoy our pictures of it 🙂
Fin awoke from his dreams of Paradise and realised they still only had 24 hours to save the World!
He called Josh the Guerilla Gardener who launched the final Seed Bomb into the air with a mighty throw.
The small clay ball flew through the air in a great arc plummeting towards the earth as Fin himself had plummeted only a month before. Below something came into view, a small boy swinging a stick, the ball of clay fell, the stick swung, the ball fell, the stick swung and then they coincided, the small boy invented cricket or baseball in a moment and the ball of clay went flying once more on its journey further than it had ever flown before.
To another planet, another world, where huge monsters could be defeated by tiny children and where right overcame wrong and where happiness reigned.
The ball soared into the atmosphere while Fin hopped off to the dentist to get some roots attached with another Angel before meeting up with Sue for breakfast before the final battle approached.
Battles have been fought throughout time with good and evil on eitherside, peace or war?
From sticks to guns and beyond.
Defence and Attack a blurry line.
Fin raced back in time to see what it had been like in the so called Great War from 1914 – 1918, he found horror and humanity but not in equal measure.
One hundred years ago, a whole century has passed in Fin time since this grave battle and memories have faded but there are some things that are not easy to forget.
In the battles of long ago people used to gas each other and so everyone had to wear a mask so they could breathe. (Fin had been told that Trees too help us to breathe, he was rather proud of this).
Many, many people lost arms and legs, called limbs, just like the branches of a tree.
Many also died and Fin and Sue met the grand-daughter of one such soldier, Private Buck.
He had died at the infamous battle of Ypres and his body was found by a German soldier who found a photo of Private Buck’s family in his uniform. He kindly took it to the Red Cross who sent it back to his family so they would know of his fate and 100 years later Fin would see the wooden box that Private Fin had prepared for his time away at war.
Sue recalled that her grandfather had done the same and the small group felt a tiny bit of the horror that must have faced these men.
The post traumatic stress from combat or other difficult occurrences haunt many people late into their lives from their earliest days and it was down to the children and sticks of Hollybush School to keep this to a minimum. They had prepared the way, the Good Way, now they could only watch as the tiny clay ball descended towards earth at great speed, over the town of Hertford, over Hollybush School and on towards The Bad Way where the giants of oppression and opponents of freedom waited.
Brilliantly aimed the ball smashed directly into its target, the head of the cursed enemy breaking it into tiny pieces while all around it the ball of clay broke open spreading the store of tiny seeds across the land of waste.
The rains would come and with the compost as food the seeds would surely flourish and blossom in the weeks, months and years to come.
With careful nurturing each seed would accomplish everything it could and shine brightly into the world around it.
As for Fin he would return to his beloved family, Fiona and Little Fin and fight no more.
Dr Finlay, as we know would not last the month, the poison from the sting of the Killer Queen reaching its target before June would begin.
On the wooden box that was made for him it read that he had died of a broken heart and a list of words all beginning with Su…..
The flowers would grow around his grave in many colours and then one day something fell from the sky………!
The End or in French Le Fin.
Thanks to Dr Finlay, Fin and the children of Hollybush School,
Tomorrow would be another day.
—Dr Finlay Who
May 31st 2017