WISH
by
Deby Adair
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'Listen carefully, for I know a tale. I heard it from a traveller when I was still a child. Her face was shadowed by a plain brown hood and her cloak rubbed well-worn shoes. Gazing from wonderful, eerie eyes, there strode a dog by her side. They appeared one morning in our village street, and with that instant attraction of something new, like bees drawn to honey we ran to their sides as the huge beast let us pat his grey nose. ''Who are you? Who are you?'' we boldly called. "I'm a traveller,'' she announced in such a way that we knew we couldn't let her go. The dog looked up at her as if understanding every word. ''Where are you from?'' we called. ''Where are you going?'' ''Would you like to hear a story?'' she whispered, and we cheered as children do, then we jostled and gathered at
her feet and waited breathlessly for her tale to unfold. ''Im going to tell you about a unicorn,'' she began....... ' *** |