Resilience

I hate to tell you, but Pegasus is a snob and unicorn is pulling potato wagon in Idaho. Czech and Moravian water men never made it into New World. They drowned in the salty sea. Fairies are hiding in the deep gullies stealing lunch provisions from the tourists. Veelas danced away and nobody knows where. Only witches and goblins flourish dressed in long evening gowns and tuxedos flocking stock markets. When witches come home in the night they turn off TV and tell their children stories about enchanted forests, weird women steeling little children in the hot noon and church bells ringing each evening at six. Little witch children squeal in fright and are afraid of unicorns, talking mice, walking dogs, and mechanical toys. Chicken-like spruce grouse living in boreal forest are about to be extinct. Correction: They are plentiful in Ontario. In my memories I am still going thorough beautifully colored children books of my childhood recalling water man's silly song about his cobbler job, when he is sitting on the willow tree and inside of the hollow is a pot of gold waiting to be retrieved. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 7/5/2010