"Very, very, nice, Child," said The Prophet.
"It is, isn't it, Prophet. I just wish I would be there now. I'm very impatient."
"I know, Child. How well I know."
"At least, I know I'm moving in the right direction."
"Very true, but you know much more, Child."
"Do I?"
"What did you view in the sun, Child?"
"My dream."
"Have you ever viewed it so closely before?"
"No."
"So what do you think it means, Child?"
"You mean, I'm getting closer?"
"You're closer than you think. You're on the verge," and The Prophet chuckled at the face of The Child.
"Wow."
"What do you plan to do when you get there?"
"I'm going to sleep; then, I'll have a nice quiet breakfast while I cry."
"Cry, Child, that's very strange."
"No, it's not Prophet. It's very me. I always sleep and cry at successes."
"I see. Shall we return to the lily pad?" The Prophet asked.
"How far do I have to get back?"
"Are you very tired?" asked The Prophet.
"I am, Prophet. Excursions on the water make me tired."
"Look, Child. Look whose coming."
"Oh, how nice. It's Mr. Whale. Thank you for coming to get me, Mr. Whale" The Child said and climbed aboard it back and grabbed hold of its dorsal fin.
"Prophet?"
"Yes, Child."
"I just love Mr. Whale." The Child said as the whale began to pick up speed. The Prophet's laughter echoed over the ocean as The Child held on to the dorsal fin, and the whale zoomed in the direction of her lily pad.
Shalom,
Pat Garcia
