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A Voice on the WindI Know about the Apple ... Do You?
By Sandra O. Jones
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Chapter OneOnce upon a time and so long ago lived a young boy named Andre and twin sister, Arlene. They lived in a land, quite far away, in a special magical garden, surrounded by the sea. They loved to play in their garden and share it with all of their friends. And they loved to explore new things, especially how a rainbow bends.
One warm and sunny day, awakening from their noon nap, they were startled by a very, very loud roar. "Did a star just fall from the heavens and where did it hit the ground?" each asked of the other. Alas, they said no. They were all too familiar with this, one great, roar.
No, this was not the roar of, a falling star; nor was it the roar of a rushing, of the wind. There was but one, and only one, with a roar such as this. This was indeed, such as they knew; the Voice on the Wind, again.
He woke them with bells and once, woke them with harps. Twice, He woke them, with the shrill of a lonely lark. When He wanted them up and wanted them bright, with oboes he'd blare, well after first light.
He asked them each, in such a sweet refrain, "How would you like to learn and then teach to all, quite simply put, a brand new name game?"
"Yes!" They shouted and shouted so loud; before they stopped shouting, they had gathered a small crowd. "Yes! We'd love to play. Yes! We'd love to teach", they both shouted and shouted again and again.
"My! My! My! This is so great! It's called the 'Name Game' and soon you'll know why. You name all there is, in this great land. Not just north and south but include east and west; that's where I'll put you two, to the test. Name them all and for all eternity. There's no finer place, to dwell or to boast, than here, our in our galaxy" bellowed, the Voice
"But, before you go and without haste: name all that dwells here, in our garden, especially those of such an exquisite, taste!" said the mighty Voice.
"Name the mighty giants, towering so high; and those that float on gentle winds, through the sky. Name all that dwells: in, on and under the seas; even those that flitter and flutter along, on a warm summer's breeze."
"Give names to those, which crawl on the ground, even to those that creep all around. Now our beast of burden, with and without horn; name them for their colors and the places, where they were born" said the Voice.
Shouting, loudly, so he would to be heard by all: "NO ONE! He shouted and "NO ONE!" He wailed, shall eat, from MY "special", my yet, to be named." Then softly he spoke, as if to explain: "Anyone can partake of these fair beauties; they are, however, my favorites, my "special". They fill your empty stomachs and can quench that awful thirst. And so to eat them, I want to be first. See those hanging low, they're so divine; and that's why I chose to claim them, as mine. Now! Can't you see why, it is "special" to me?" said the Voice, so convincingly.
All knew the Voice could be as grumpy and mean as can be: inside they knew He was kind and he was gentle; after all he was, the Wind on the sea. They smiled, thanked Him, then off they went; eager to explore all, before the days' light was spent.
As Andre and Arlene made their way through and out of their garden, to start their new game; a whisper followed them and the gentle, Voice on the Wind, passed their way.
They thought very carefully; though it did not take them long: to name his "special" first. "Special" was proudly named, tree. On the tree: they named limbs; then branches and finally the leaves were named, too. All on these trees: they named them "fruit;" and this fruit was named, "apple". Wide eyed and in utter disbelief, they soon realized, they had just given a name to themselves. And as they stood talking, a gentle wind passed their way.
"Are we from the tree or is the tree from us"? Asked Arlene
"I'm not so sure, but I think we are the tree's talking parts. All of the others, and not just these fruit trees, seem to have talking parts, too. Maybe, we are talking. Saying what our fruits would say, if they could really talk" explained Andre.
"Do you think any of the other fruits will talk to us, that is, if they can talk? I'd like to know if any of them can or will talk wouldn't you?" asked Andre.
"But, I think that might take just a little while longer, Andre. Come a little closer and you'll see they are all asleep. That's why we're the first ones talking, Andre. All the others are still sleeping" said Arlene, a gentle wind passing their way.
In their garden were many, many different fruit trees but there were more, different apple trees, than any of the other fruit trees. They decided, it would only be fair, to give each different apple tree, its own name. They would not name them just any name but, one with some flair. And, since there were so many different, apple trees, they decided to give names to everything else, first.
Such fun they had, on their first day, giving names to all. They were filled with laughter and pure delight; from the early morning, until well into the night. Furry little creatures, with long bushy tails, were named squirrels, instead of snails. Rabbits and dogs and cats they named, too; just like lions, giraffes and even a, gnu. Wild boars and monkeys, horses and all fish; even the elephant, they named, by way of a wish (I wish I may, I wish I might name this great beast an elephant! tonight).
On and on, they named them all; from the birds in the skies to butterflies on a leaf, half their first day, they spent naming each. They were: big and tall, fat or small; round and short, long or bald. After each was named and so, very pleased, from them Andre and Arlene got a big squeeze. Like the flowers and nuts, fruits and veggies, too, even the broccoli they named for me and for you.
Up, like their roots, came their names. From all the trees, their species; from all their species their families and from each family came their own names. They named fruit tree with flowers that bloomed in the sun and fruit trees that gave shade, enough for everyone.
But, the most fun they had, was giving names to their many, many apple trees. There were so many trees just thinking up new names, gave them joy; especially when they were told "of the same tree, name one for a girl and one for a boy".
Busy, trying to name all they could see, they almost failed to see apples falling from His tree. One would fall, then one or two more; then seeing the inside, they named that, its core!
"Will we have names for those we don't see, both in and out of our garden? And what about all the rest; those in the North, South, East and the West?" asked Arlene.
"Why, sure!" said Andre. "We'll just mix together, some of the names, we've already used like; the brown bear or the gray fox; the roan horse or the big, white shark?" Andre said, laughing.
The sun was just beginning its long journey to rest; going home, to set and sleep, in the west. That was on the second day, of their name game, when Arlene began feeling hungry, again. After making up her mind she decided that today, would be the day, she would go and look deeper into the garden. There, she was sure; she would find that one, perfect apple. The apple that, she knew, would be for her and her alone. She knew she had to face her fears of darkness: once the sun went down; for it was very dark in their garden home, where there was hardly a sound.
Arlene knew she could eat from any tree in their garden. However, she longed to taste those beautifully divine, red apples that hung so heavily, from HIS "special" tree.
"Indeed", she thought aloud, "this is a very, special apple tree we have named. No other tree, neither in our garden, nor our entire world can compare. Why, its' heavily laden with the thickest of limbs; as well its branches, that seems to hold tightly onto their dark red, shimmering fruit."
There were Apples! Apples! And yes, more apples on that tree; in the middle of their garden, by the sea. "There are more apples on that tree, than you can shake a stick at" was what was often said.
Feeling her hunger, Arlene sat beside the tree, to decide which of the apples would taste the sweetest (huh! what is sweet?). It was that very moment when, from up high in the tree, Mr. Brown Worm inched his way down branches and limbs to see what was really troubling Arlene (especially, since he was already eating one of the apples from His "special" tree).
"Young lady!" shouted Mr. Worm, "why so sad? Just look, look! Look all around! You have all of these big, beautiful, (and I might add deliciously sweet) apples, on all of these trees in and out of our garden to eat. So, why must you go around hungry, all the time?" asked Mr. Worm; trying to hide, (yet), another apple to eat, later in the day.
"Oh!" said Arlene startled to see Mr. Brown Worm. "The Voice has made us promise: we would not touch or eat from HIS "special" apple tree, until he has eaten the first one. But, I am so hungry! What am I to do? His apples are so very pretty and I'm sure they must taste as sweet to eat, as they are to look upon! Oh! I'm so hungry!" cried Arlene
"Well, an apple is not only good food to eat; it's also good food, for you to eat, too. Those creatures, you just named; eat them all the time, after, they fall off the trees. And some, as you can see, reach up to or bend down a limb, and eat them as well, Arlene" said Mr. Brown Worm.
"Huh?" said Arlene. Hearing footsteps, behind her, she turned around and looking up, was relieved to see those footsteps belonged to her best friend; her twin brother, Andre. It seems he, too, had been listening to what Mr. Worm had been saying to Arlene.
"There are many, many other apples, in and out of our garden, you can eat, too, you know. Just like there are rows and rows of apple trees, there are rows and rows of other fruit trees growing in and out of our garden. You do not have to eat from His "special" tree, at all" explained Andre. (All the while, Mr. Brown Worm: inching his way back up the tree and hoping not to get caught; was eating, yet, another of the apples, he had hidden from their sight).
"Then tell me, Andre, what should I do? Which apple tree should I pick my apple from?" asked Arlene
Looking down and trying to figure out what to do, Andre spotted two squirrels, hiding their nuts, in the ground. He saw a mama bird, building a nest, while the papa bird was standing watch; making sure no other bird would steal their prized home.
Over by the river's edge, two baby elephants were playing in the water; they were splashing each other then throwing their trunks up in the air and bellowing loudly. All the while, the mama elephant and her older siblings, stood watch over the new additions to their herd.
Both Andre and Arlene knew they had a larger role to play as they and the animals grew older. They kept watch over those that were weak or sick; even though, they knew, most of the animals would leave for other parts of the world. They also knew this mass migration would continue for many years.
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