Dazed and disrupted to find itself in metal. after its fall from the sweet, tall ash to the hull, straight between the gunwales. I well emphathize, furry little buddy. Listen! I am stunned, it said, hearing long ringing chimes from your window: the man played on, oblivious to the squirrel's dilemma. How now, when it heard a hammered ovation for its fine performance? Where had it been in its life, that was like this canoe, beached under sycamore, half in the Virgin Mary's miniature grotto? There she stands, beseeching all small thing, a foot tall herself, the patroness of gobsmacked rodents who peel themselves up and scramble to land, Maybe it became a voyager, Maybe, thus shaken, it learned to explore. |
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