January 11, 2011
Discriminate
Flit flew easily over the dead stocks of flowers, swinging his head from side to side searching for the small insects that were left and day dreaming of a huge field of bright yellow flowers. The weather was getting cold and he needed to rest. Flying was hard this time of year but he had heard that there was a bee hive near here and he was hoping that it would still hold a bit of honey. It may not be frozen yet and even then maybe he could break a little off to keep him going until he got home.
As he flew slowly, a black image moved silently across the ground and into the underbrush at the edge of the meadow. Its movement was sleek and easy and Flit knew it must be the snark, Cezee, but where was she going and rather swiftly and at this time of day. He flew over to watch but lost track of her in the coming darkness. He shook his head and returned to go home.
A barely heard sharp crack came from his right and Flit just barely made out Old Carl walking along the edge of the trees. He flew over and landed on Old Carl’s head exhausted.
“What ya doing?” Flit was out of breath and even his curiosity was waning.
“Tracking Ceeze but lost her in the dark, guess I’ll go home.” Carl turned and started across the meadow knocking Flit from his head.
Flit gained height and called back “have you heard, Mira tried to replace Norgal but failed dramatically”.
“Ya” and Old Carl moved away.
Discriminate
Flit flew easily over the dead stocks of flowers, swinging his head from side to side searching for the small insects that were left and day dreaming of a huge field of bright yellow flowers. The weather was getting cold and he needed to rest. Flying was hard this time of year but he had heard that there was a bee hive near here and he was hoping that it would still hold a bit of honey. It may not be frozen yet and even then maybe he could break a little off to keep him going until he got home.
As he flew slowly, a black image moved silently across the ground and into the underbrush at the edge of the meadow. Its movement was sleek and easy and Flit knew it must be the snark, Cezee, but where was she going and rather swiftly and at this time of day. He flew over to watch but lost track of her in the coming darkness. He shook his head and returned to go home.
A barely heard sharp crack came from his right and Flit just barely made out Old Carl walking along the edge of the trees. He flew over and landed on Old Carl’s head exhausted.
“What ya doing?” Flit was out of breath and even his curiosity was waning.
“Tracking Ceeze but lost her in the dark, guess I’ll go home.” Carl turned and started across the meadow knocking Flit from his head.
Flit gained height and called back “have you heard, Mira tried to replace Norgal but failed dramatically”.
“Ya” and Old Carl moved away.
Flit sighed and flew on. He wondered where Ceeze had been headed and if she had anything to do with that episode with Norgal. But even more important was the situation that Mira had caused. Who would think that Mira could become King of ALL.
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