[Critique Group 1] Leonard's comments of DeAnna's piece

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Wonderful wisdom tale. 



I can’t think of anything I would change. 



It is charming and wise.  



Of course, in this day and age we are loosingspecies every minute. 



What treasures are going with them? 



Some day we may realize what we have done. 



It will be eons before those niches can befilled  by new evolution.




 


Deanna’s sub for Feb 21




 



 


 



Small rabbit crouched in the tall grass near thecrest of a knoll.  He could see a long way across the prairie.  Hewatched some antelope race off in the distance.  He said to himself,"Oh how swift and beautiful they are!  I wish I were anantelope!"



 



He saw a bear tearing apart a cottonwood loglooking for grubs.  "Oh, to be a bear would be fine!  He is sostrong and so big.  He doesn't have to hide from eagle in the grass. He isn't afraid of coyote!  I would love to be a bear!"



 



Grandmother spider paused in her work and saidsoftly, "Little rabbit, little rabbit, you are as the great mystery hasmade you.  Listen and I will tell you a story."  This is the taleshe told little rabbit.



 



A doe moved softly along the trail down the sideof a mountain.  The dust was thick beneath her hooves.  The sun beatdown making her thirsty.  When she came to the stream, she found itdry.  She gave a mournful little sigh. 



 



Bear looked up from where he was trying to findberries among the dry thirsty vines, and grunted his agreement with doe’sdisappointment. 



 



Thunder bird was perched high on a Craig abovethem.  He spread his great wings, enjoying the feel of the heat on hispowerful body.  He heard their mournful sounds and took pity.  It wasselfish of him to bask in the sunlight while his brother and sister belowsuffered thirst.  He decided that he must leave the place where he restedto bring the storm with rain to fill the creek so that all might drink. 



 



When the flash of the lightning.  Lit upthe sky, bear saw Butterfly trembling in fear on the edge of a withered leaf.



 



“I can't fly when it rains and the drops willdamage my delicate wings," she cried.



    "Don't be afraid littleone, the rain is a good thing and will make the leaves fresh for your young toeat.  It will make the berries sweet and full of juice for me.  Moreflowers will bloom for you to drink their nectar.  I am very strong andcast a large shadow.  Shelter beneath me until this passes and wait forthe sun to return." he instructed.



Doe offered, “Once therain has passed, I will carry you to a high meadow where the new flowers willspring up after the rain.  You can dance on the soft summer breezes andbring delight to my fawn who will be amazed by your bright colors. He willthink that a flower has learned to fly and he will laugh with joy at thethought of such a wonder.”



    So itis when we look beyond our own troubles and offer help to one another. That which is good for one can be good for all if each is willing to sharetheir gifts and look beyond what is good for themselves alone.



 



               "So my foolish child, you must think what gifts you have and use themwisely because there is a place for you in the dance we call life.  Aplace that can only be filled by you and that calls for the very gifts you havebeen given. 



 



 



DeAnna Quietwater Noriega



Cell: 573-544-3511



Email: dqnoriega at gmail.com



Author of Fifty Years of Walking withFriends



https://www.dldbooks.com/dqnoriega/



 



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