I don’t know about that, I am happy to have her lustrous and her skin is soft like flower petals. She smells of fresh honey and her voice is…
The redness of the setting sun gave its hue to the sky on the western horizon and the birds were returning to their homes after a day of scouring for food. The night gently tiptoed behind the retiring day.
Xandu was delighted by this answer and thanked him again. They were now coming closer to the end of the north part of the forest and the distant shouts of kids playing and dogs barking could be heard.
This all meant nothing to me. I never talked to him…
and he laughed to shun the nostalgia that was building up.
Everything was going good until he heard a pandemonium of sounds all around him. He opened his eyes and swam to the shore as fast as he could…
The man pushed a leg to his side, grabbed Yolo with a free hand and bent himself while bringing the boy over his shoulder down on the ground to his senses. Yolo was staring straight into the sun now. He could not understand for a while for what had happened in that fraction of a second.
It was dark outside and the sound of chirping crickets resonated wherever the human voices would allow for such freedom. The boys had looked into the other circus tents and around it and they were now wandering on the streets.
They tried to evade walking on the road directly and followed the trail along the trees on the roadside. The parrot was ensconced with the cloth wrapped around his cage. From a distance it looked like some kind of a sack. The parrot had no idea where his new acquaintances were taking him.
This was his first night away from his home and it was not particularly easy on him. He finally decided to scale a mighty banyan. He scampered as silently he could to climb it.
Was it the fear? The fear of the unknown, of uncertainty, of getting lost and never to return or the fear of failure or perhaps the fear of dying. Or maybe it was just plain anxiety that seemed to gnaw at his resolve for a solution.