Sara’s 1st Saga
ray heinrich
“Their first time out, and, of course,
she’d be the one to wander off” thought
Grandpa just before he found her.
“Sara!” Grandpa shouted, “Get down from
there! I swear, you’re such a caution!”
Sara, covered in delicious pollen, stared down
from the top of a tall yellow flower.
“But Gramps... “
“Don’t Gramps me! Heaven knows what might
see you in the middle of this field.
Now you get down here right now,
unless you want to get yourself eaten.”
“Yikes!” she said, and started scrambling
down way-too-fast tripping over one leg,
and another, and another... “double-yikes!”
she said as she fell off “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee”, pLoP, right onto Grandpa!
“I swear, you ARE a real caution!” he said,
setting her on the ground. “Now let’s get
back home” and he started down the path.
Sara was lucky she had someone to follow.
She was still sooooo busy looking everywhere.
Especially at the flower stems on both sides of
the path and how they stretched way way way up
and how every time she looked around one of them
there’d be another, rows and rows and rows of them,
enough to make her feel very very very small,
for almost a whole minute!
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P.S. Sara thinks she’s a butterfly that a bad witch turned
into a frog. Then a well-meaning, but not very competent,
good witch tried to reverse the spell but ended up turning
her into a tumbling flower beetle (Coleoptera Mordellidae,
probably an Anaspis maculata since she’s not that keen on
flying.) Gramps thinks she’s crazy, but loves her anyway.)
