One day in Georgia, land of legendary magnanimity and Kartvelian good heart, someone sitting at a sewing machine, a bolt of white cloth at hand and with nothing of rightness and worth profitably to do, thought:
I propose a deed of mirth and merriment for myself and generations yet to come! I shall create a slip cover and fashion a diamond shaped opening — small and deceiving in size, though of disarming charm — at its center, such an opening as might invite the unsuspecting bed maker to stuff a hateful and resistant comforter into it. The guiltless comforter, only, will seem hateful, while the lovely and delicately adorned cover, purporting guilelessness, will lie spread across the still surface of the mattress, breathlessly waiting with eager hope and longing, to receive with ardor its intended yet recalcitrant contents.
Reach and wrestle as he might, however, the bed maker, though he fit a comforter corner neatly into its proper cover corner, all other corners could not be aligned, could not be straightened, could not be matched to all three remaining corners at once — not without leaving the comforter twisted and distorted in such evil derangement as would have prompted Jesus, He of infinite forbearance, to drive it shrieking into the sea, this vessel for demons with a life of its own.
All this the imaginative seamstress contrived in her heart. Yet even she did not conceive, thus could not have designed, that a bed maker from a foreign land — a sojourner of limited means and barest necessities, a stranger announcing to those of open and trusting hearts his noblest motives and selfless desire for the betterment of humankind — should come upon this predicament artfully designed for the cramping of the mind, the weakening of the heart and despair of the soul. Even so, this precise circumstance obtained.
Still, goodness and truth proved o’erpowering and in righteousness prevailed. Yay and verily, the mind did not fail; the visitor’s heart quailed not. The enemy, its plans and most diabolical purpose undone, has been defeated. The cover and comforter were brought to yield, and now in their repose, perfected in their purpose for the warmth and ease of the somnolent visitor, they will fulfill that very aim which had been meant to be prevented. Not since St. George slew the fearsome dragon has such valor been found on the face of the earth. Let us lift our voices in thanks and praise!
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