A little creature was wandering in its pasture. Looking beyond the horizon, It realised the world is far larger and waiting for its discovery.
And that’s where the dilemma starts. Its curiosity doesn’t go very well with its fearfulness and its needs of being cared and protected.
One day, on the way to the horizon, It stumbled and fell ill. Lying down in the cold and rotten hay, It feels the loneliness and tiredness, deeply in its heart, It wants a home.
Luckily, there was a kind-hearted farmer who saw it, loved the little thing, took It home and cared for it. It appreciates its new life, simple and peaceful. From time to time, It was taken to see the world by the farmer and It loved all that about human world.
However, nothing is that easy in life, conflicts and unfulfilled desires mounted in its small head. Again, It likes to wander around like a silent shadow in the small garden, talking to the wild daisy and buttercup about dreams and loves…
And the day has come, It suddenly caught the eye of a stranger who has deep and warm eyes. The eyes seem knowing how to talk, they tell It about another world that It has never known before, the stories of untouched land and fantasy world with kings, queens, knights, evils, fairies, fights for happiness. It forgot of everything else in its little world and It found its smile back…
One day, the stranger saw its leash in its neck, the farmer’s leash…
Again, being lonely, It wanders around and whispers to the wild flower by the road: “Should It or should It not”?
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The wild flowers swayed from side to side in the wind but said nothing.
The stranger stopped by the road, leaned down and picked the little creature up with a strong blue-ribboned arm. The stranger held the little creature still, turning the collar of the leash around looking for the little creatures name.
The wildflowers watched the stranger and the little creature and remained silent.
The stranger read the little creatures name out loud and smiled a warm lipless smile. After loosening the little creatures collar a notch and rubbing the little creatures neck the stranger leaned over the garden gate and placed the little creature gentley back in its little garden.
The stranger and the little creature stared and smiled and stared and smiled and stared and smiled over the fence at each other until the sun began to set over the strangers shoulder. The stranger kissed a hand, leaned over the garden fence and gently touched the little creatures forehead.
“I have to leave now and return to my own little garden” the stranger said in a sad voice. “If you want to find me, follow a bumblebee.”
the wildflowers had been waiting fot this moment to open their mouths and sing. As their voices rang out across the little garden, breeze blown seeds scattered over the garden fence, across the pasture and over the horizon.
The stranger and the little creature stood still and marvelled at the soft shiny seeds with wide eyes and open mouths.
At that moment a wildflower seed landed in the strangers golden hair. The stranger removed the seed, placed it gently on top of the little creatures head and winked before turning and walking away from the little garden towards the horizon.
The little creatures eyes followed the strangers journey. Every now and then the stranger would stop, turn, look back at the little creature in the little garden and smile a warm lipless smile. When the stranger crossed the horizon the little creature looked down,stopped smiling, paused for a moment before it turned its head and went back…
(…special thanks to a friend who was once her inspiration and a great helper…)
