The Prophet led her to a cave between the rocks, built a fire, and the fish cooked on the open homemade grill.
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| Mr. Eagle |
The Child sat at the cave opening talking with Mr. Eagle. His gaaaaks came at timely intervals letting her know he understood.
Soon their meal of fish and a dandelion salad prepared by The Prophet was ready, and The Child ate heartily.
"Prophet?"
"Would you tell me a story?"
"Of course, Child. What do you want to hear?"
"About the Lacedaemonians and then maybe a little bit about Latin America."
"Why Lacedaemonian?"
"Because you once told me the Lacedaemonian, Laconian, and Ladin were great people. Do you remember?"
"Child, I never forget."
"Oh," The Child murmured.
The Prophet regarded her. He could see her mind ticking, overflowing with thoughts.
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| The Child |
"Have you ever been to Lacedaemonian?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Cause you seem to know everything."
"Oh, I see."
"Prophet, you still haven't told me what karyotype means?"
"You haven't forgot that?"
"Did you forget."
"Child, I told you I never forget."
"Can you mix the story about the Lacedaemonian, Laconian, and Ladin and add in Karyotype too, so I'll know what it means?"
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| The Prophet |
The Prophet chuckled at her cleverness.
"I thought you wanted to hear a story about Lacedaemonian and Latin America or did you forget?"
"Prophet, I never forget."
"Oh, Child, travelling with you brings me inexplicable joy."
"Once upon a time," The Prophet began. "People lived in Greece who called themselves Spartans or Lacedaemonians or Laconians… "
"Prophet?"
"Yes, Child?"
"What does inexplicable mean?"
Shalom Aleichem,
Pat Garcia
Shalom Aleichem,
Pat Garcia
