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"Boots of Bellfonte"
A very nice man, and a pretty woman,
would walk by my porch every day.
They tried to keep up, with a cute little pup,
as he dragged them along the way.
I'd sit on the porch, of this now vacant house,
confused how I got left behind,
And those two kind people, would both wave and smile,
as their dog would hurry them by.
He wanted that squirrel, he watched everyday,
scurry up that telephone pole.
He'd grin to himself, as that cute little pup,
spun round like it slipped down a hole.
I could have walked over, and told him, "look up",
But there wasn't much I could say.
I quietly watched, the comedy unfold,
They'd yell, "Sammy, he went this way."
One day I waited for them all to come by,
with little Sammy leading the way,
'Twas the day I would tell them, just who I am,
if I could remember my name.
I sat and looked, toward the top of the street,
"they should be here any minute."
But my stomach growled so, from nothing to eat,
it was days since food was in it.
Just then he appeared; a much familiar face,
in a car I had seen before.
So I walked myself over, across the street,
as he opened up the car door.
He called out to me, in a silly shrill voice.
"Hey Bootsey, here’s something for you."
And he shook a bag, and it made lots of noise,
I knew it contained something good.
It was the nice man, who would walk with the girl,
that lived at the top of the street.
The one with the dog, that would drag them along,
I laughed as they hurried their feet.
He poured out the goodies into a small pile.
And pet me while he spoke my name.
"You like that, Bootsey?" he said with a big smile,
in that same silly voice again.
So Boots crunched away, while the man stood waiting,
with eyes fixed further up the street.
He turned and walked away, his eyes were still fixed,
as he sighed and quickened his feet.
I know what it is like to feel all alone,
when my family moved away.
Each night I would dream, they would come back for me,
From under this porch where I lay.
I liked the new name, the nice man gave to me,
and thought about it every night.
And in the morning, the cute girl up the street,
came along with her dog held tight.
She said, "Hi there Boots!", as the dog chased my squirrel,
as they quickly passed me on by
"I'll be back real soon, to give you a nice treat,
I'll be back she said with a smile.
So I waited a while and wondered a bit,
why that man was not by her side.
Maybe he is still somewhere on up the street,
doing something for her inside.
But she came back alone, with food in a bowl,
and even gave me some water.
She scratched on my head, " Now eat up Boots", she said,
you are the size of your brother!
So when she bent near, Boots said, come closer here,
just then he whispered in her ear.
That nice man you're with, every now and again,
calls me "Bootsey"when he's here.
But you call me "Boots", and since I have no roots,
only this porch where I reside.
Couldn't you both, just please get back together,
and choose a name you both decide?
Once, I mentioned to her; he comes here alone.
I thought that you two were a pair.
So why don't you just wait, sometimes he comes late,
And he always parks over there.
And oh,by the way, I just thought I would say,
that since I've been here by this post.
When you are not here, he whispers in my ear,
that it's you, that he loves the most.
And he told me, "one day", if he had his way,
that he would bring me home with you.
And Sammy and I, could run and chase squirrels,
and we would all be happy too!
I would not be sad, because what I once had,
the ones that had left me behind.
Because you now could be, my new family,
and I think we'd all be just fine.
And I know he loves you, because he too said,
a few things he thinks about you.
He asked me to tell him, when you come looking,
if you do love him as much too.
So I told him, I'll tell you, if you tell me,
which name that you will both decide.
Because you call me "Bootsey", she calls me "Boots",
here in Bellfonte, where we reside.
And please don't take forever, make up your mind,
this porch can get real cold sometimes.
We could be together, with Sam my brother,
then no one would be left behind.
S A Gibbins 11 - 8 - 11 - 8
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"Lookout
the Moose"
by Bear ([email protected]
Everyday a young moose would stand on that hill
overlooking the small village just beyond the forest. His mother would find him
there and walk beside him as he looked with wonder. She would always encourage
him the same way each morning.
" Do not ever go
into the village, we live in the woods We are moose and they are people.
They do not like us."
One day the young moose
saw children playing along the roadside. He had no friends and wanted to play
also. His mother had left and so the moose thought he would go closer to see why
they were so happy. As his big head poked out of the bushes near where the
children played along the road, one child saw him and
yelled.
"Lookout the moose is
coming."
The children were not afraid and jumped
around with pleasure to see the young moose, pointing at him and hollering for
their friends to come take a look. This made the young moose happy. They seemed
to like him and he wanted to play too. So despite what his mother had said, he
walked out from the bushes where he stood and slowly trotted toward the
children, playing at the bus stop.
He didn't
know what a bus stop was, and never saw a school bus before. As he
approached the happy children, they hollered even
louder.
"Lookout, the moose is coming, the moose
is coming!"
The young moose did not have a
formal name and had never thought much about it until now. The moose thought
that the children were calling him a name. Lookout! So every time that he heard
them cry, "Lookout, for the Moose", he thought they were calling to him. He
thought is was a very nice name, and the children called out his name so loudly.
They were glad to see him! So he trotted even faster to go and play with his new
found friends. The bus pulled up in front of the children as they hollered
again.
"Lookout, the
moose is coming!" And they jumped onto bus just as Lookout arrived. He followed
the last little boy right up to the step of the bus and stuck his big head into
the door, as the bus driver now yelled out to the children.
"Lookout, the moose is coming!" The driver
yelled.
The children laughed and stuck their
noses to the windows of the bus trying to get a better look at Lookout! The
silly moose now tried to squeeze up through the doorway of the bus and get on
board himself! The bus driver still yelling at Lookout, tried hard to close the
door, but Lookout was stuck in the way. The children laughed and hollered some
more.
"Lookout! Lookout!" This made
Lookout even happier. So many new friends liked him and called out his
name!
The driver finally pulled the door shut
and threw the bus into gear, lurching down the road. Lookout stepped back out of
the way and saw every smiling face in the windows of the bus as it went past and
down the road toward the schoolhouse. So Lookout decided that he should follow
the bus and see where his new friends were going to. He was having so much fun
and wanted to play some more with the children.
As Lookout came down the road near the school, he noticed
a man standing in the middle of the street with white gloves and a nice blue
suit, with a white hat to match on top. So Lookout walked over to him as he had
his back toward the moose. He had his arms out and something in his mouth,
helping more children get across the street to the school. Just as the children
passed the crossing guard they saw the moose and began to yell just like the
other children.
"Lookout, here comes the moose!"
Then they ran as the crossing guard turned around and now was face to face with
Lookout! He blew his whistle and then ran right past the school children.
Lookout thought that the sound of the whistle was a signal and so he ran after
the crossing guard who he thought was playing also. As the children rushed into
the school, Lookout was following right behind and when he got to the door, the
man with the whistle tried to shut the door on poor Lookout! He tried and tried
to fit into the door because he could hear all the children still calling his
name and laughing. He was really having fun now and wanted to go to school just
like his new friends! But he just couldn't quite fit in through the door and
finally a loud school bell rang, surprising Lookout. The door slammed shut and
soon no more voices could be heard. So Lookout
walked all the way around the
school but could not find a way in, nor could he find any more of his new
friends to play with.
This made Lookout sad. He
was having so much fun. Where did everyone go? He looked down the street and
decided that may be close to the stores in town, he would find someone else to
play with. So he went to find out and as he came near one store, an old man was
sweeping the sidewalk. When he saw Lookout coming, he too
yelled!
" Lookout! Here comes the moose!"
He shook his broom at Lookout and Lookout thought that it was another game to
play. He found someone new to play with him. So he grabbed the broom with his
mouth which made the old man surprised and he started to back up. Lookout
followed the man with the broom still in his big moose mouth as the man tried to
back into his doorway. Lookout tried to follow too, and see what was inside the
store. There were so many smells coming from inside because it was a bakery
shop. The smells filled Lookout's big nostrils and he tried to go in, but the
broom in his mouth kept getting in the way. He didn't want to drop the broom
because it was part of the new game he was playing with the baker. He tried and
tried but only part of his head got into the door.
"Lookout. There is a big moose trying to get into my store
and eat my cakes and cookies." The baker yelled, as he let go of the broom which
Lookout was pulling on, sending Lookout backwards.
The moose watched
the man grab a phone, as Lookout quietly moved closer to the door again. Maybe
he was going to get some cakes and cookies and play some more, so he stood there
patiently. The
baker slammed the door shut right in poor
Lookout's face. It hit his nose and the broom dropped to the ground. The man
inside pulled the shade down, so Lookout walked over to the big window to look
and see where his new friend had gone. Then, quietly, Lookout turned to walk
away, when all of a sudden, down the street, some more people called out his
name.
" Lookout, there's a moose." He
trotted down the street once again proud because a whole bunch more people were
calling out his name. He liked his new name. And everyone seemed to know him.
People he never saw or met all knew him by name and that made him proud. He was
having a great time and didn't understand why mother did not approve. Lookout
decided he wanted to live in town now too! All the people were real friendly and
they all knew him!
As the people called his
name, Lookout walked farther into town. There was a large building with three
great big open doors to it. Surely I can find someone in here to play with, he
thought. There were great big red trucks, as big as the school bus Lookout tried
to get on. But these trucks had no seats in the back for children and there was
no driver that Lookout could see. In between the trucks there was a long pole
that went right up to the ceiling. Lookout stood there and looked all the way up
the pole and saw a door at the top. He could here faint voices up there and
wanted to find out who it was. Just then a loud bell rang and grew louder every
second. He
heard voices up the pole,of men yelling. First one man came
sliding down the pole, then another, yanking on boots and jackets. They didn't
notice that Lookout was standing right there. As they ran for the trucks,
Lookout wanted to go also. So he walked to the nearest truck and poked his big
head inside. A man with a funny hat blew a loud horn and Lookout jumped back,
almost landing on another man dressed in funny clothes and a big hat. The man
took one look at the moose and yelled.
"Lookout
for the moose!" The man yelled, then jumped into the loud
truck.
The truck made lots of noise and soon
Lookout could not hear anything when the siren started blaring and so he ran out
into the street ahead of the trucks. In the street he stood for a second until
the trucks came out of the building and headed right for Lookout. He ran down
the middle of the street every once in a while turning back to see where the
trucks were at. They were right in back of him! So he tried to run faster but he
was just too slow. Then he would stop every once in a while when someone
would call out to him again. But he didn't understand why they wanted to
play.
"Lookout you dumb moose!" They would cry,
and every time Lookout would stop and wonder, the big red trucks would blow
their horn and someone inside would yell.
"Lookout you big dumb
moose!"
But Lookout could not figure why there was so much
confusion. Finally further down the street he heard a faint voice cry
out.
"Lookout, there is a fire! My little dog is
inside!" A little girl cried standing with her mother. She had been home
sick from kindergarten that day.
Lookout got
there first before the trucks, because he had caused such a big traffic jam, but
didn't know he was in the way. The tiny little girl was holding a toy stuffed
animal. It looked just like a moose and Lookout wanted to see it better, so he
walked up to the little girl who was crying. She looked at the big moose
standing over her and then at her little toy moose. Then she looked back up at
Lookout and said with tears in her eyes .
"Lookout there is a fire and my little dog is in there."
Then she pointed to a window on the side of the
house.
Lookout had never seen a fire before, but
could hear the dog barking inside. He remembered one day in the woods that a dog
chased after him and when he chased back the dog ran around and played. He still
wanted to play. So he walked over to the window and saw the small dog jumping up
at the window. But he was too small to get out! The fire truck stopped out
front, as a fireman grabbed the little girl screaming as loud as she
could.
"Lookout! My dog is in there! Save my
dog, please!" But the fireman took her away from the
house.
The dog barked frantically as the fire
grew bigger. The firemen yelled to get away, as they unreeled there fire hoses.
But Lookout still wanted to play. He heard the little girl yelling his name over
and over again and something told him that he had to get her dog. So Lookout
stuck his big head into the window as the little dog jumped into the air,
barking wildly. Soon everyone was yelling .
"Lookout, Lookout" They cried.
The moose
knew he had to do something. So just as the little dog jumped one big leap again
at the open window, Lookout grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and carried
him away. The little girl screamed and tried to pull away from the firemen,
yelling, Lookout, that is my dog! The tiny dog barked wildly and Lookout saw the
little girl's happy face. So he brought the dog to her and set him
down.
The people gathered around and some started to say,
lookout! But before they could finish they were just amazed. Other children came
close and some parents said, Lookout, don't get to close! But still everyone
wanted to come closer to Lookout and touch him.
"Everyone likes me ," he thought. "Mother was wrong!" Just then it occurred to
Lookout that it was getting late. He looked off toward the woods and thought he
saw his mother. The little girl looked up at Lookout, while holding her dog, and
smiled. Then she stood up and thanked the moose and
said.
"Lookout everyone, I think he wants to go
home now!" So she waved her hands so everyone would move out of the
way.
Everyone petted Lookout as he walked past.
He never imagined that town would be so much fun. He had to go home but turned
once again as the little girl reminded him of one more
thing.
"Lookout that you don't get in any more
trouble on the way home." She smiled at Lookout and thanked him for saving her
puppy. Then everyone waved goodbye to Lookout as he wandered back into the
woods. He was going to go home and tell his mother that the people in town were
all nice and friendly. And he couldn't wait to tell her his new
name.
"Lookout"
The End
S A Gibbins 1994 wc 2332
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"I Stood Without My Shadow"
by
Bear ([email protected])
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Without my shadow , I was lost.
I became neurotic, constantly
looking behind.
I know it',s there, somewhere.
But I may have
made it angry.
After all, many have left me in the
shadows.
I even heard those remarks, from shadows.
But
every time I looked to see who,
they were gone. Just like my new
dilemma.
I searched far and wide,
even asking if others had
this problem.
They all stopped talking to me.
So I wrote
this pathetic muse.
I had nothing else to lose.
Just lost
time, in this shadow of a corner, where I write.
But everyone had one,
except me.
I will be OK, I believe.
If I can either get
over the loss or find my loss.
Seems though, either way, I
lose.
Don't you get tired of losing?
Or is it just
me?
I am staying focused at the chore I have.
Finding that
part of me that used to always, have my back.
It is funny, I put so
much faith into my shadow.
Maybe I took it for granted.
Maybe
I thought that it would always be there, like love, family and
friends.
Dammit! I cannot be that stupid; or can
I?
Tomorrow I'll try to look somewhere else.
I can't ask for
help either.
Everyone has a shadow, except me.
Besides as I
said, they will think I lost it.
I'll be damn, that is the problem
isn't it?
I did lose it, didn't I?
Well, who needs it
anyway?
I mean, I never wanted followers, nor fans.
Somehow
though, the shadow was always there.
Let's be rational
here.
I never worried about it when I had it.
I mean, who
thinks about their shadow?
Perhaps I should be looking for the reason
why,
instead of where it went.
I mean, I took it for
granted that I had, what everyone else had.
I was like everyone else!
My shadow and I.
I never had to look back, because I knew it was there
behind me.
It always had my back. Let me explain, and I am not
insane.
I was born with it. Like you, like me.
I had to
use it maybe twice in life.
Hey shadow? You have my back
right?
It was always there. Even though I was afraid of it
once.
But itseems that it has left now or something.
I am so
puzzled about this.
As I grew up, they said, never look back in
life.
So I took for granted that my shadow was there.
I never
questioned once why it was there.
Nor, why everyone had one.
I
just wanted to be like everyone else. You know, don 't you?
I never
heard of such a thing. But could you imagine this?
"Hey, today's news
is;some people lost their shadow."
I never read the news anyway, so now it's
my fault?
What is a shadow for, anyway?
Someone must know.
There must be someone.
It has been two weeks now since I started looking, and this damn rain
wouldn't stop.
I mean, I am looking for a shadow while everyone else
are pumping out basements.
I probably should help them and forget my
needs.
If asked, I could not justify what I was doing.
They
all hollered. " Hey you over there. Stop looking for whatever your looking for,
and help here.
I approached carefully; as I thought up my
excuses.
A nice man looked at me, looked behind me, and without a
word,
handed me a shovel. He said, start here.
It was then
that I realized, that a shadow is not that important.
So what, if I did
not have one; it's all flooded here.
I looked up and saw a glimpse
of light above.
The clouds parted and sunlight broke
through.
Cheers abounded and I thought I came here too
late.
What are they so excited about?
I need a shadow, and now
they want light?
I threw the shovel down and walked
away.
They don't really need me, do they?
After a few minutes
of figuring out what had just happened.
I regrouped and looked
back.
I'll be damn! Here it is.
I had my shadow
back.
I never did find out why or how.
It just was there
again.
Now I can be like everyone else again.
After
consideration over this whole mess, I learned a few things.
One, never
look back. It doesn't matter what is behind you.
What is behind you is
the past. Therefore, shadows are the past.
I never wanted to live in
shadows. But everyone goes through this.
The shadow thing I
mean.
Some how I believe there is a connection between light and
shadows.
But I am not sure. It was night time and as I passed the TV, I
saw my shadow.
I did pause to look out the window instead of the
clock.
But that's another thing. What time is it really?
I
mean there are clocks and day light savings things.
But the sun
comes up and goes down, regardless if we wrote timetables.
I guess
nothing is cut and dry. Nothing is what it looks like.
I mean this.
Just yesterday, I got a ticket and went to fight it.
They said the
light was red, I said green.
Then this guy behind me said, where's your
shadow friend?
I payed the fine and now,the whole damn search
started over again!
I just wanted to know if the light was a certain
color.
I didn't even know the guy, and when I was about to ask him
about the shadow thing,
he was leaving. I had a choice again, like with
the rain thing.
It was either, find the shadow, grab a shovel, or pay
the fine.
I'll be damn if I worry about so many things
again!
I still have my shadow.
Although, I do have to look for
him from time to time.
If I look back; he might be behind me. You know,
the past thing.
Then again, I think the time thing is more
important.
I did get this letter in the mail, that I wanted to
share with you all.
The letter started out by saying. God is the light
of the world.
It got my attention right then and there.
Maybe
God knows about my shadow.
Then again, it might be just junk mail, I
thought.
But below the opening statement, there was something
else.
Something that caught my eye again.
It said, Jesus, was
a shadow of things to come,
A new world of happiness. Then we all
should walk in the light.
I held the paper up to the sun, and guess
what?
There was a shadow on the ground.
I wondered for a
minute, if this was Jesus?
Lights and shadows and what is going to
happen next.
It was all in this brochure.
I'll sit down and
read it later.
I stuffed it into my pocket
carefully.
After all, if God and Jesus have something to do with my
shadow,
I want to be respectful and not take this with a grain of
salt.
God, I am nuts. I'll have to go home now and look at my salt
shaker in a different light.
Lights, shadows, grains of salt, God and
Jesus.
And you think your life is complicated?
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"Lookout
the Moose"
by Bear ([email protected]
Everyday a young moose would stand on that hill
overlooking the small village just beyond the forest. His mother would find him
there and walk beside him as he looked with wonder. She would always encourage
him the same way each morning.
" Do not ever go
into the village, we live in the woods We are moose and they are people.
They do not like us."
One day the young moose
saw children playing along the roadside. He had no friends and wanted to play
also. His mother had left and so the moose thought he would go closer to see why
they were so happy. As his big head poked out of the bushes near where the
children played along the road, one child saw him and
yelled.
"Lookout the moose is
coming."
The children were not afraid and jumped
around with pleasure to see the young moose, pointing at him and hollering for
their friends to come take a look. This made the young moose happy. They seemed
to like him and he wanted to play too. So despite what his mother had said, he
walked out from the bushes where he stood and slowly trotted toward the
children, playing at the bus stop.
He didn't
know what a bus stop was, and never saw a school bus before. As he
approached the happy children, they hollered even
louder.
"Lookout, the moose is coming, the moose
is coming!"
The young moose did not have a
formal name and had never thought much about it until now. The moose thought
that the children were calling him a name. Lookout! So every time that he heard
them cry, "Lookout, for the Moose", he thought they were calling to him. He
thought is was a very nice name, and the children called out his name so loudly.
They were glad to see him! So he trotted even faster to go and play with his new
found friends. The bus pulled up in front of the children as they hollered
again.
"Lookout, the
moose is coming!" And they jumped onto bus just as Lookout arrived. He followed
the last little boy right up to the step of the bus and stuck his big head into
the door, as the bus driver now yelled out to the children.
"Lookout, the moose is coming!" The driver
yelled.
The children laughed and stuck their
noses to the windows of the bus trying to get a better look at Lookout! The
silly moose now tried to squeeze up through the doorway of the bus and get on
board himself! The bus driver still yelling at Lookout, tried hard to close the
door, but Lookout was stuck in the way. The children laughed and hollered some
more.
"Lookout! Lookout!" This made
Lookout even happier. So many new friends liked him and called out his
name!
The driver finally pulled the door shut
and threw the bus into gear, lurching down the road. Lookout stepped back out of
the way and saw every smiling face in the windows of the bus as it went past and
down the road toward the schoolhouse. So Lookout decided that he should follow
the bus and see where his new friends were going to. He was having so much fun
and wanted to play some more with the children.
As Lookout came down the road near the school, he noticed
a man standing in the middle of the street with white gloves and a nice blue
suit, with a white hat to match on top. So Lookout walked over to him as he had
his back toward the moose. He had his arms out and something in his mouth,
helping more children get across the street to the school. Just as the children
passed the crossing guard they saw the moose and began to yell just like the
other children.
"Lookout, here comes the moose!"
Then they ran as the crossing guard turned around and now was face to face with
Lookout! He blew his whistle and then ran right past the school children.
Lookout thought that the sound of the whistle was a signal and so he ran after
the crossing guard who he thought was playing also. As the children rushed into
the school, Lookout was following right behind and when he got to the door, the
man with the whistle tried to shut the door on poor Lookout! He tried and tried
to fit into the door because he could hear all the children still calling his
name and laughing. He was really having fun now and wanted to go to school just
like his new friends! But he just couldn't quite fit in through the door and
finally a loud school bell rang, surprising Lookout. The door slammed shut and
soon no more voices could be heard. So Lookout
walked all the way around the
school but could not find a way in, nor could he find any more of his new
friends to play with.
This made Lookout sad. He
was having so much fun. Where did everyone go? He looked down the street and
decided that may be close to the stores in town, he would find someone else to
play with. So he went to find out and as he came near one store, an old man was
sweeping the sidewalk. When he saw Lookout coming, he too
yelled!
" Lookout! Here comes the moose!"
He shook his broom at Lookout and Lookout thought that it was another game to
play. He found someone new to play with him. So he grabbed the broom with his
mouth which made the old man surprised and he started to back up. Lookout
followed the man with the broom still in his big moose mouth as the man tried to
back into his doorway. Lookout tried to follow too, and see what was inside the
store. There were so many smells coming from inside because it was a bakery
shop. The smells filled Lookout's big nostrils and he tried to go in, but the
broom in his mouth kept getting in the way. He didn't want to drop the broom
because it was part of the new game he was playing with the baker. He tried and
tried but only part of his head got into the door.
"Lookout. There is a big moose trying to get into my store
and eat my cakes and cookies." The baker yelled, as he let go of the broom which
Lookout was pulling on, sending Lookout backwards.
The moose watched
the man grab a phone, as Lookout quietly moved closer to the door again. Maybe
he was going to get some cakes and cookies and play some more, so he stood there
patiently. The
baker slammed the door shut right in poor
Lookout's face. It hit his nose and the broom dropped to the ground. The man
inside pulled the shade down, so Lookout walked over to the big window to look
and see where his new friend had gone. Then, quietly, Lookout turned to walk
away, when all of a sudden, down the street, some more people called out his
name.
" Lookout, there's a moose." He
trotted down the street once again proud because a whole bunch more people were
calling out his name. He liked his new name. And everyone seemed to know him.
People he never saw or met all knew him by name and that made him proud. He was
having a great time and didn't understand why mother did not approve. Lookout
decided he wanted to live in town now too! All the people were real friendly and
they all knew him!
As the people called his
name, Lookout walked farther into town. There was a large building with three
great big open doors to it. Surely I can find someone in here to play with, he
thought. There were great big red trucks, as big as the school bus Lookout tried
to get on. But these trucks had no seats in the back for children and there was
no driver that Lookout could see. In between the trucks there was a long pole
that went right up to the ceiling. Lookout stood there and looked all the way up
the pole and saw a door at the top. He could here faint voices up there and
wanted to find out who it was. Just then a loud bell rang and grew louder every
second. He
heard voices up the pole,of men yelling. First one man came
sliding down the pole, then another, yanking on boots and jackets. They didn't
notice that Lookout was standing right there. As they ran for the trucks,
Lookout wanted to go also. So he walked to the nearest truck and poked his big
head inside. A man with a funny hat blew a loud horn and Lookout jumped back,
almost landing on another man dressed in funny clothes and a big hat. The man
took one look at the moose and yelled.
"Lookout
for the moose!" The man yelled, then jumped into the loud
truck.
The truck made lots of noise and soon
Lookout could not hear anything when the siren started blaring and so he ran out
into the street ahead of the trucks. In the street he stood for a second until
the trucks came out of the building and headed right for Lookout. He ran down
the middle of the street every once in a while turning back to see where the
trucks were at. They were right in back of him! So he tried to run faster but he
was just too slow. Then he would stop every once in a while when someone
would call out to him again. But he didn't understand why they wanted to
play.
"Lookout you dumb moose!" They would cry,
and every time Lookout would stop and wonder, the big red trucks would blow
their horn and someone inside would yell.
"Lookout you big dumb
moose!"
But Lookout could not figure why there was so much
confusion. Finally further down the street he heard a faint voice cry
out.
"Lookout, there is a fire! My little dog is
inside!" A little girl cried standing with her mother. She had been home
sick from kindergarten that day.
Lookout got
there first before the trucks, because he had caused such a big traffic jam, but
didn't know he was in the way. The tiny little girl was holding a toy stuffed
animal. It looked just like a moose and Lookout wanted to see it better, so he
walked up to the little girl who was crying. She looked at the big moose
standing over her and then at her little toy moose. Then she looked back up at
Lookout and said with tears in her eyes .
"Lookout there is a fire and my little dog is in there."
Then she pointed to a window on the side of the
house.
Lookout had never seen a fire before, but
could hear the dog barking inside. He remembered one day in the woods that a dog
chased after him and when he chased back the dog ran around and played. He still
wanted to play. So he walked over to the window and saw the small dog jumping up
at the window. But he was too small to get out! The fire truck stopped out
front, as a fireman grabbed the little girl screaming as loud as she
could.
"Lookout! My dog is in there! Save my
dog, please!" But the fireman took her away from the
house.
The dog barked frantically as the fire
grew bigger. The firemen yelled to get away, as they unreeled there fire hoses.
But Lookout still wanted to play. He heard the little girl yelling his name over
and over again and something told him that he had to get her dog. So Lookout
stuck his big head into the window as the little dog jumped into the air,
barking wildly. Soon everyone was yelling .
"Lookout, Lookout" They cried.
The moose
knew he had to do something. So just as the little dog jumped one big leap again
at the open window, Lookout grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and carried
him away. The little girl screamed and tried to pull away from the firemen,
yelling, Lookout, that is my dog! The tiny dog barked wildly and Lookout saw the
little girl's happy face. So he brought the dog to her and set him
down.
The people gathered around and some started to say,
lookout! But before they could finish they were just amazed. Other children came
close and some parents said, Lookout, don't get to close! But still everyone
wanted to come closer to Lookout and touch him.
"Everyone likes me ," he thought. "Mother was wrong!" Just then it occurred to
Lookout that it was getting late. He looked off toward the woods and thought he
saw his mother. The little girl looked up at Lookout, while holding her dog, and
smiled. Then she stood up and thanked the moose and
said.
"Lookout everyone, I think he wants to go
home now!" So she waved her hands so everyone would move out of the
way.
Everyone petted Lookout as he walked past.
He never imagined that town would be so much fun. He had to go home but turned
once again as the little girl reminded him of one more
thing.
"Lookout that you don't get in any more
trouble on the way home." She smiled at Lookout and thanked him for saving her
puppy. Then everyone waved goodbye to Lookout as he wandered back into the
woods. He was going to go home and tell his mother that the people in town were
all nice and friendly. And he couldn't wait to tell her his new
name.
"Lookout"
The End
S A Gibbins 1994 wc 2332
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"I Stood Without My Shadow"
by
Bear ([email protected])
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Without my shadow , I was lost.
I became neurotic, constantly
looking behind.
I know it',s there, somewhere.
But I may have
made it angry.
After all, many have left me in the
shadows.
I even heard those remarks, from shadows.
But
every time I looked to see who,
they were gone. Just like my new
dilemma.
I searched far and wide,
even asking if others had
this problem.
They all stopped talking to me.
So I wrote
this pathetic muse.
I had nothing else to lose.
Just lost
time, in this shadow of a corner, where I write.
But everyone had one,
except me.
I will be OK, I believe.
If I can either get
over the loss or find my loss.
Seems though, either way, I
lose.
Don't you get tired of losing?
Or is it just
me?
I am staying focused at the chore I have.
Finding that
part of me that used to always, have my back.
It is funny, I put so
much faith into my shadow.
Maybe I took it for granted.
Maybe
I thought that it would always be there, like love, family and
friends.
Dammit! I cannot be that stupid; or can
I?
Tomorrow I'll try to look somewhere else.
I can't ask for
help either.
Everyone has a shadow, except me.
Besides as I
said, they will think I lost it.
I'll be damn, that is the problem
isn't it?
I did lose it, didn't I?
Well, who needs it
anyway?
I mean, I never wanted followers, nor fans.
Somehow
though, the shadow was always there.
Let's be rational
here.
I never worried about it when I had it.
I mean, who
thinks about their shadow?
Perhaps I should be looking for the reason
why,
instead of where it went.
I mean, I took it for
granted that I had, what everyone else had.
I was like everyone else!
My shadow and I.
I never had to look back, because I knew it was there
behind me.
It always had my back. Let me explain, and I am not
insane.
I was born with it. Like you, like me.
I had to
use it maybe twice in life.
Hey shadow? You have my back
right?
It was always there. Even though I was afraid of it
once.
But itseems that it has left now or something.
I am so
puzzled about this.
As I grew up, they said, never look back in
life.
So I took for granted that my shadow was there.
I never
questioned once why it was there.
Nor, why everyone had one.
I
just wanted to be like everyone else. You know, don 't you?
I never
heard of such a thing. But could you imagine this?
"Hey, today's news
is;some people lost their shadow."
I never read the news anyway, so now it's
my fault?
What is a shadow for, anyway?
Someone must know.
There must be someone.
It has been two weeks now since I started looking, and this damn rain
wouldn't stop.
I mean, I am looking for a shadow while everyone else
are pumping out basements.
I probably should help them and forget my
needs.
If asked, I could not justify what I was doing.
They
all hollered. " Hey you over there. Stop looking for whatever your looking for,
and help here.
I approached carefully; as I thought up my
excuses.
A nice man looked at me, looked behind me, and without a
word,
handed me a shovel. He said, start here.
It was then
that I realized, that a shadow is not that important.
So what, if I did
not have one; it's all flooded here.
I looked up and saw a glimpse
of light above.
The clouds parted and sunlight broke
through.
Cheers abounded and I thought I came here too
late.
What are they so excited about?
I need a shadow, and now
they want light?
I threw the shovel down and walked
away.
They don't really need me, do they?
After a few minutes
of figuring out what had just happened.
I regrouped and looked
back.
I'll be damn! Here it is.
I had my shadow
back.
I never did find out why or how.
It just was there
again.
Now I can be like everyone else again.
After
consideration over this whole mess, I learned a few things.
One, never
look back. It doesn't matter what is behind you.
What is behind you is
the past. Therefore, shadows are the past.
I never wanted to live in
shadows. But everyone goes through this.
The shadow thing I
mean.
Some how I believe there is a connection between light and
shadows.
But I am not sure. It was night time and as I passed the TV, I
saw my shadow.
I did pause to look out the window instead of the
clock.
But that's another thing. What time is it really?
I
mean there are clocks and day light savings things.
But the sun
comes up and goes down, regardless if we wrote timetables.
I guess
nothing is cut and dry. Nothing is what it looks like.
I mean this.
Just yesterday, I got a ticket and went to fight it.
They said the
light was red, I said green.
Then this guy behind me said, where's your
shadow friend?
I payed the fine and now,the whole damn search
started over again!
I just wanted to know if the light was a certain
color.
I didn't even know the guy, and when I was about to ask him
about the shadow thing,
he was leaving. I had a choice again, like with
the rain thing.
It was either, find the shadow, grab a shovel, or pay
the fine.
I'll be damn if I worry about so many things
again!
I still have my shadow.
Although, I do have to look for
him from time to time.
If I look back; he might be behind me. You know,
the past thing.
Then again, I think the time thing is more
important.
I did get this letter in the mail, that I wanted to
share with you all.
The letter started out by saying. God is the light
of the world.
It got my attention right then and there.
Maybe
God knows about my shadow.
Then again, it might be just junk mail, I
thought.
But below the opening statement, there was something
else.
Something that caught my eye again.
It said, Jesus, was
a shadow of things to come,
A new world of happiness. Then we all
should walk in the light.
I held the paper up to the sun, and guess
what?
There was a shadow on the ground.
I wondered for a
minute, if this was Jesus?
Lights and shadows and what is going to
happen next.
It was all in this brochure.
I'll sit down and
read it later.
I stuffed it into my pocket
carefully.
After all, if God and Jesus have something to do with my
shadow,
I want to be respectful and not take this with a grain of
salt.
God, I am nuts. I'll have to go home now and look at my salt
shaker in a different light.
Lights, shadows, grains of salt, God and
Jesus.
And you think your life is complicated?
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