05-09-2011, 10:38 PM
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Jackson was glad that the lady didn't as him about his new, mean mama. As upfront as the boy had been with the subject of his family, he didn't like discussing it at length. It brought with it unpleasant feelings and the boy didn't like to harbor those at all. The coyote woman gave him another pat on the head and said nothing. Words weren't needed here, taking up space and time. It was enough for him to know that she understood his feelings, unlike the numerous others who offered their apologies. He decided that he like this lady, with her kind words and gestures and musically clinking jewelery.
She asked if he knew that drums were like a heartbeat, and the boy shook his head. He'd never heard of that before. How could that be? Did drums have hearts too? He listened, wide-eyed, as the woman continued speaking. The boy pictured a group sitting together as she described, ringed around a freshly kindled fire and giving life to the beat of the drums. There was that familiarity to it again, something the boy had likely seen during his first few months but hardly remembered. With the mental image and her explanation, her meaning became clear and the boy began to understand how the drums could be like a heartbeat. "A heartbeat!" he repeated with enthusiasm. She suggested that he could be a musician too, and he was so caught up in the sudden excitement that he nodded furiously in response. The boy leaned down to pick up the stick in his jaws once more. Then he turned to the wall and knocked the stick against it a few more times. The boy turned blue eyes back to Tlantli, tail wagging furiously, searching for a sign of approval from the woman.
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
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Jackson was glad that the lady didn't as him about his new, mean mama. As upfront as the boy had been with the subject of his family, he didn't like discussing it at length. It brought with it unpleasant feelings and the boy didn't like to harbor those at all. The coyote woman gave him another pat on the head and said nothing. Words weren't needed here, taking up space and time. It was enough for him to know that she understood his feelings, unlike the numerous others who offered their apologies. He decided that he like this lady, with her kind words and gestures and musically clinking jewelery.
She asked if he knew that drums were like a heartbeat, and the boy shook his head. He'd never heard of that before. How could that be? Did drums have hearts too? He listened, wide-eyed, as the woman continued speaking. The boy pictured a group sitting together as she described, ringed around a freshly kindled fire and giving life to the beat of the drums. There was that familiarity to it again, something the boy had likely seen during his first few months but hardly remembered. With the mental image and her explanation, her meaning became clear and the boy began to understand how the drums could be like a heartbeat. "A heartbeat!" he repeated with enthusiasm. She suggested that he could be a musician too, and he was so caught up in the sudden excitement that he nodded furiously in response. The boy leaned down to pick up the stick in his jaws once more. Then he turned to the wall and knocked the stick against it a few more times. The boy turned blue eyes back to Tlantli, tail wagging furiously, searching for a sign of approval from the woman.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM