I was going to write this particular post earlier (as in, in the middle of winter) but kept forgetting or having other things to post instead. But now, since I have come to a week where I don’t really feel like writing about anything (just don’t have that spark, you know?), I thought this was a good chance to post this before winter is officially over.
It being winter is not actually that relevant to this post, but I’m reminded of this story when I see people wearing scarves, particularly small silk scarves.
I actually heard this story all the way back in grade 7 (which was still primary school back then), and it was told to my class by a substitute teacher. The thing that puzzles me (and perhaps the reason why the story has stuck with me for so long) is that there didn’t seem to be any point whatsoever in her telling us this story.
I’m feeling a bit tired/sleepy (I’ve been up since 5am, but somewhat awake even before that) so I’m just going to give you the abridged version (not that I can remember exactly how she told it, anyway). I’m actually quite interested in knowing if anyone else knows this story too, and if there actually is a point to it…
Just a quick warning: it’s not a very pleasant story, so don’t read it if you don’t like unpleasant stories. Also, if you really like scarves, you might want to preserve your good opinion of them by not reading this story.
There was once a woman who always wore a scarf, 24/7. She was pretty normal otherwise. She married a man who accepted her scarf-wearing. In all the time that he knew her, he never once saw her without a scarf around her neck. As the years went by, and they grew old together, he didn’t question her. However, one day, when she was on her deathbed, he asked her to tell him why she always wore a scarf – he had to know before she died.
She relented, but rather than tell him, she decided to show him. She promptly took off the scarf she was wearing … and her head fell off.
That’s seriously the entire story. Even as a kid, being told this story, I questioned it. Why on earth would she tell us that story??
5 thoughts on “the scarf enigma”
What um, WHAT? Substitute teachers are known to be weird and of questionable sanity (not that there aren’t any pleasant ones) but this one takes the cake. To a bunch of 12 years no less.
Yeah, she was one strange lady, that one
That is one weird story. But kind of funny.
Most fairy tales are pretty brutal if you think about it. Bluebeard anyone??
I know right! No idea why people call these fairy tales or children’s stories…