ROSY
At sunrise that morning, Rosy could tell there was something odd in the
air. It smelled faintly of sulfur. As she walked to the watering hole, all
the other hippos were already out of the pens, enjoying the sunshine and
quiet before the zoo opened.
As usual, the catcalls and bullying started as soon as Rosy came into view.
“Oh, look,” yelled Harold, “if it isn’t Roly-Poly Popsicle Pinky!”
“Hey, Pinky,” added Calvin, “how do you know when you get sunburned?!”
Rosy went to the happy place in her head in order to ignore the heckling
she endured since she was born as bright as a berry. It had taken her
many years to escape the heckling, but at this age, she barely heard a
word they said.
Instead she imagined herself with wings, bright yellow wings. They had to
be yellow because yellow wings flew higher into the clouds than any other
color.
As she neared the watering hole, the sky became black and the winds
As she neared the watering hole, the sky became black and the winds
begin to shift and whip around her. The smell of sulphur became stronger.
All the other hippos ran for the cover of their pens, but Rosy didn’t move.
She felt a pull on both shoulders and then all she felt was wonderfully
light of heart, light of mind, and light of body. She knew her imagination
was becoming reality today. She smiled, waiting for lift-off.
Darnell J. Knauss, Author
Cornelia Wenokor, Illustrator
Sentiment: Rubber Necker
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