Earth Whisperer

A young girl ran from the path, and from her father’s warm hand; she cleared the edge of the sparse woodland with ease, and drank in all that lay before her. Her eyes lapped up the whirling sea of green grass, drank in the depth of the sky, even as her short legs consumed the distance that kept her from running over the verdant horizon. Eventually, the gust of freedom blowing in her heart was not enough to sustain her, and she dropped, her lungs burning, to the warm ground.
Lying there, in the cool grass, she inspected the crawling insects; she was not afraid of the tiny creatures, a quality that is very admirable, and rare, in girls of such a young age. She wriggled over the living ground on her stomach, like the worms. By and by, she came to a small, round hole.
Peering into the fissure, the girl’s eyes met only darkness. She extended an arm, with courage born through inexperience, and reached blindly into the belly of the ground beneath. Her arm was swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, until the lips of earth met her shoulder, and she could reach no further. A most unbecoming frown creased her features; what was this hole, to defy her questing grip? Perhaps treasure would be hidden within, or some sort of a prize. Her father was calling to her from the woods; but she could afford a few more minutes.
Furthermore, she wondered, where was a hole to spring from, in this vastness surrounding her? Maybe some dark stranger dug here, she mused. A rag and bone man, down on his luck, looking to bury the last of his money; he never found the trove again. She inspected the hole, but there was no promising glint from within. A sigh. Perhaps, there again, this unassuming hole was, in fact, Satan’s own chimney. Why, by the light of the full moon, perhaps it shot smoke and flame, and the screams of the damned! She eyed the hole suspiciously. She had, however, just that morning read a book concerning the life of gophers. This, no doubt, was a burrow fit for a king among gophers. The more she considered this notion, the more fascinating it became; a dynasty of gophers might have lived here, like emperors. They most likely wore special hats, and robes, and had a throne of roots, and a hundred gopher wives- she couldn’t help but giggle. How dear they would all look!
What a deep hole. Dropped rocks produced no sound, shouts bore echoes. The girl pondered this, for a time, before a smile that would have hit you like a hundred megatons of honey split her face. She bent towards the hole, and whispered two words: thank you. She stood, and made to walk away; paused, turned back, and added a third word. Sorry. Then she strode off to meet her father again.

Earth Whisperer


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