So this is where we start the tale...on the outskirts of a
Ma, Pa and Francis Fiddlehead were the only fiddleheaded people in town.
It could be said that they were largely ignored because of their curious
Just as cars have a blindspot, Fiddleheads are shaped in such a way that
it is very difficult to see them unless one is quite clear about what one
is looking at and staring at them at a certain angle. Being semi-nocturnal,
they are often mistaken for large cats, tan raccoons, pointers and muskrats.
Perhaps it is their gait. In any case, they are more intelligent than all
these beasts put together and Pa Fiddlehead could count poker with the best
of them but never did because he believed morality was the thumb in the
Dutch dikes of despair.
But although Pa Fiddlehead was absolutely brimming with nuts of lucidity,
it can be safely said that Pa was very cautious, and that he had no sense
of wonderment, adventure, or smell. So it was from Ma Fiddlehead, née
Ma Ezekiel, with that shady ancestor--weasel, dandelion, or skunk--that
Francis got his amazing sense of direction and curiosity. Despite these
natural talents, Francis was no wild child. In fact, as soon as he was weaned,
he was told to go to school. Education, according to Pa, was to be his salvation.