Archive for November 30th, 2009
In a land where it was not uncommon to see pigs flying a few feet off the ground, Bella was different. Instead of tiny delicate-looking wings like all the other pigs, Bella’s wings were longer. “Why can’t my wings be just like everyone else’s?” She moaned.
“It won’t hurt to rest my poor old eyes, ” Jocko said, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll hear them if anything goes wrong.”
Jocko heard a child’s yelling. Then another and another. They were happy sounds. . . the boys were chasing each other around playing. All was well in his world. He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the sand.