Miss Honey's Story

Miss Honey invited me other to her cottage after I showed her what I was able to do with my eyes. Her cottage was adorable an quaint. It was the epitome of Miss Honey. It was small, and surrounded by beautiful flowers. She even had a well for water! As we walked up the path into her cottage she began to recite this poem every time she walked up this pathway. it was by a poet named Dylan Thomas,

"Never and never, my girl riding far and near

In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,

Fear or believe that the wolf in the sheepwhite hood

Loping and bleating roughly and blothely shall leap, my dear, my dear,

Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year

To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood." (p. 184)

It was a beautiful and romantic poem that filled me with happiness. We entered her cottage and i noticed she did not have any furniture, and no bathroom. I was confused and while we enjoyed our tea I inquired about her living arrangements. Miss Honey felt awkward, but then started to tell me her story. She told me that her and her parents lived in a very nice house, that was red brick and tucked away nicely. However, at the age of two Miss Honey's mother passed away. Since her father was the doctor in the village, he asked her mother's unmarried sister to come live and help them out. Miss Honey told me her Aunt was not a nice person. Then at the age of five another tragedy struck, Miss Honey's father died suddenly. She must much to young to ask questions at the time, but as she got older she did and was told her father had killed himself. Miss Honey simply did not believe it, it was just made to look like he had. After her father's death, Miss Honey was raised by her Aunt. Miss Honey described her Aunt as "a demon. As soon as my father was out of the way she became a holy terror. My life was a nightmare" (p. 198). However, when Miss Honey turned 18 she attended a Teacher's Training College, and became a teacher. Then she got a teaching job, her Aunt claimed sheowed her thousands of dollars for taking care of her for all these years. She arranged it with the school to have Miss Honey's money deposited directly into her account. Then one morning when Miss Honey was out on my morning walk she came across this cottage, and rented it from a farmer. Her Aunt was furious! But she moved out anyway. Miss Honey then became a heroine in my eyes, so brave for doing this, but she also needed help. I felt an urge, Miss Honey we can get your house back! It is yours. Miss Honey fell silent, "My Aunt is a respected member of the community" (pg. 205). I was curious, who was it? Miss Honey then looked me in the eye, "Miss Trunchbull, Aunt Trunchbull."