When The Child awoke, she felt alone. A fire burned slowly in the cave. Mr. Eagle and The Prophet were missing. She went to the mouth of the cave. The sun shone. Her gut told her The Prophet had disappeared.
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| Butterflies |
The Macrolepidoptera family flying in the morning air resembled the thoughts in her head. She watched the different kinds of unique butterflies and moths, hoping. At midday, she knew, she would have to make it to Lily Pad on her own.
"That's what I hate about you, Prophet. Where are you?" she grumbled as she put out the fire and scattered the ashes. Grabbing her karabiners, she started descending the rocks to get to Lily Pad.
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| Lily Pad |
Arriving at her destination, she pushed Lily Pad out into the open stream and looked at the butterflies that were flying close to the banks among the trees and the wildflowers.
Soon, Lily Pad approached the open sea, and Mr. Whale rose up out of the water.
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| Mr. Whale |
"Mr. Whale, The Prophet has done it again. Sorry, but it's just you and me and the Macrolepidoptera Family I left back there."
Mr. Whale slapped the water with his fins.
"Can you tell me where he is?"
Mr. Whale slapped the water once with his fins.
"Oh, so you don't know?"
Mr. Whale slapped twice on the water, and The Child knew it was a helpless cause.
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| Mr. Eagle |
"Gaaaak, gaaaak, gaaaak," She heard above her.
"Mr. Eagle, where did The Prophet go?" The Child shouted.
"Gaaaak, gaaaak, " said Mr. Eagle as he flew farther out over the water.
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| The Child |
"Well, I guess it's me and you Mr. Whale," said The Child as she waved goodbye to the Macrolepidoptera family who were quickly disappearing from her view.
Shalom Aleichem,
Pat Garcia
