Did you have a
favourite toy when you were a child? That one special toy you liked playing
with the most? The one that was always there for you to comfort you, to
accompany you, to bring you savely through the night and maybe protect you from
the monsters in your closet and under your bed?
Mine was a plush dog
called 'Floppy Ear' - kind of human-like, able to sit upright with hands and
arms instead of front legs, with cross-eyed red plastic eyes and these typical
long, hanging ears. A present from some Eastern European country that still
existed at that time.
He was my companion
since I was four or five years old. He watched over my sleep. And he travelled
with me through the adventures in the land of dreams.
I am in a mood, I
must admit, a really very sentimental one. And I am counting the years since
'Floppy Ear' came into my life.
I was never a child,
the animal says, I was a cria and crias do not have toys. Crias are made to
become llamas. And llamas are important beings. The Heavenly Llamas are said to
drink water from the ocean and urinate it as rain and will return to the water
springs and lagoons where they come from at the end of time.
And you, bloody fool,
should stop watching those sentimental and animated Pixar movies of yours.
The animal was and is
and always will be a spoilsport.
Today is Tuesday, the
9th of June 2020 - Happy B.Day, A. - one week after #BlackOutTuesday.
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