Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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Dewey can see the tree’s roots have emerged from their former earthly prison, now with some extending into the crystal clear, slowly moving water. Daisy animatedly sniffs all around the vicinity. Dewey sees that what she finds so interesting is something bobbing near the water’s surface, at times above it, at times below. It makes a gushing sound as it stubbornly resists being washed over or away by the steady current. In the perfectly clear water Dewey can unmistakably see, growing from the Great Tree’s now visible roots, a greener than green, ten inch sprout, bravely reaching out for the sky.

Dewey’s wildflower is satisfied that she and he have seen what they came to see. She avoids the path and leads him directly through the soaked field, due westward to their car. They are both hot and sweating from their long walk in the sun. They’re also pleasantly surprised that the friendly little white cumulous cloud has positioned itself to shield the car from the burning sun. Daisy Dalmatian happily hops in the cool back seat, appreciative that it is not sweltering under the metal roof. Dewey turns on the engine and drives back home with the sun’s brilliance back upon the duo, lighting the way. Dewey looks at Daisy’s panting open mouth. She is smiling. Dewey tells her; “I love you, Daisy. You’re my magic puppy. We’re on our way home.”

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