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The Magic Minute
By Harriet
May Savitz
12th Happening
Roy Robin was baby-sitting. His wife
Jenny was out looking for some fruit for the young ones.
Usually he went with her, but she said she needed some time
alone.
Roy decided to surprise Jenny. She was
expecting another brood soon, and they would need another nest.
Usually she tended to such chores, but he worried about her
overworking and decided to help her out. Jenny liked her nest
in the fork of a tree between two branches, or on the ledge of a
house where she could see people go by. She and Roy always
returned to the same neighborhood each spring.
Roy kept himself busy all morning
gathering grass stems, roots, twigs, rags, string and paper for
the new nest. Then he lined it with dry grass.
“Roy, I need your help.”
Roy immediately recognized the voice. It
was THE ONE.
“I need GOOD NEWS about the TENANTS.
Bring GOOD NEWS to the Golden Eagle on the beach.”
Jenny arrived at about that time and found
Roy confused and worried.
“We received a message from THE ONE,” Roy
told her. “We have to bring GOOD NEWS to the beach.”
“Oh, that’s easy, silly. You just stay
here and mind the children. There’s plenty of GOOD NEWS close
by. I’ll get it and deliver it to the Golden Eagle.”
The Golden Eagle waited patiently on the
beach. He was unaccustomed to waiting for anything.
A Robin swooped from the sky.
“I was told to deliver this GOOD NEWS,”
said Jenny Robin. “How do you do, everybody.” Jenny greeted
the crowd, using her friendliest voice. Jenny enjoyed being
friendly. In fact, if one was to ask her, she would tell them
she was also known for her dignity and beauty as well.
Jenny delivered her GOOD NEWS. “Today I
found TENANTS who helped their neighbors. TENANTS often help
each other. When times are bad, they try to make them better.
They feel connected to each other, no matter how many miles
separate them. TENANTS help TENANTS every day somewhere in the
world.”
“We want WAR!” shouted the FISH.
The MOLLUSKS continued their DEEP
THINKING.
“None of you even cared that I traveled a
great distance to bring this message,” Jenny Robin complained.
“I’m going back to my own neighborhood where my friendliness and
beauty are appreciated.”
“This wasn’t
my idea,” the Golden Eagle called after the Robin. The Golden
Eagle certainly wished he were following the Robin into the
clouds. He could be getting some work done building his own
nest on a cliff or hunting for rabbits or mice, or perhaps even
catching a baby deer. But someone had to remain on the beach to
keep peace. He had been given this assignment by THE ONE. He
could not disappoint THE ONE. The Golden Eagle stood with
wings outstretched, his dark head turning from side to side.
Whoever went to WAR would have to pass him first and not any of
the FISH seemed eager to do that. At least not yet.
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