Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Monday, February 15, 2010

Presnow Sparrow games.


Yesterday, Ms. Oak was in such a tizzy. "Snow is coming" she whined. "That means that I will be stuck inside icicles and snow for who knows how long." The sparrow family came to comfort her and give her tickles. They jumped from branch to branch, making her laugh and shaking her, because they knew it was going to be a while before she would feel anything in her extremities.
They made a game out of it. In the end they had shaken all of her outer branches and forced the needed nutrients to her extremities in the funnest game that I have seen the sparrows play.
Look, mother, said Sally Sparrow. Look how high that I am boinging on this branch. Davy Sparrow started to compete with her. "Bet you can’t go this high!" "Yes, I can!" They laughed together and Ms. Oak had totally forgotten that she was upset, by the end of the game.
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