A rose by any other name…

What if a rose was a skunkcabbage?

There is a saying that states, “A rose by any other name, wouldn’t smell as sweet;”  and if any of you are familiar with Anne of Green Gables, which I’m sure you are, you know what I mean.  What is your opinion?  Do names really matter?  Does it matter what you look like on the outside, as long as your inside is pure and right?

I decided to write a short story on the subject, that hopefully you will find quite interesting.

The Thorn and the Rose

The sun smiled down upon the little town of Hedgehill, it smiled at the children, both notty and nice, it smiled at the families both poor and rich.  It grinned at the rust-colored fields and the green ones too.  And it smiled upon two particular children as well.  Their names were Adelaide and Bertie.  Now Adelaide was a very respected name during the time.  It came from the richest of rich and from ancestors who had lived in royal castles.  On the other hand, Bertie was considered to be the oddest name around.  The school kids laughed at Bertie, but she didn’t mind.  She minded her own business, and gave kindness back to her enemies.  Adelaide pretended to be polite to her elders just to receive all of the things she might want, but she had a wicked heart.

Bertie grew up to be a succesful lady, who became admired all over the country, but Adelaide grew up alone, being admired for nothing but the history of her royal name.

Now, one might want to imagine, things another way from what they are.  Just what if a bird would have been called a hippo instead?  But as you can see, it doesn’t matter what something looks like or even what they’re name is, it matters how they are on the inside.

So the answer to our question is:

A rose by any other name…is still a rose.

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2 responses to “A rose by any other name…

  1. kirsten

    Wow! That was a very interesting story! You are getting really good in writing! You’re right, before I agreed with Anne Shirley about if a rose was by other name it wouldn’t smell as sweet, but you’ve converted me a rose is still a rose!

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