“It’s me, the desert. I’m really thirsty. Would you possibly come out here and pour a jug of water on me?
If you do this, I will grant you a boon. The last person I granted a boon to was Thomas Jefferson. He was down on his luck at the time. He came out to visit and poured at least a gallon of water on me. It was not long after that, that he found himself writing the Declaration of Independence!”
“My name is Prubt the dog. This is a picture of me in my boat. I love to ride it up and down the Zowzie river. It takes my mind off of things that are bothering me, like the squirrel and the cat.
Sometimes fish swim alongside me. They want to race. Fish are very competitive. I pretend like we are going neck and neck, and then I push the accelerator and leave them scowling in the wake.
I hope to one day own and drive a car. I think I would be very good at it. But the state of Georgia disagrees. That’s why I said, “hope.”
The river heads towards the sea.
The river reaches the sea and says, “I want to enter and be a part of you.”
The river says, “I was wanting to do the same thing.”
I live next door to a volcano. We are good friends and have lunch together everyday. I sit on its rim, with my feet dangling over the edge, usually eating a sandwich.
The volcano likes to share with me its plans for future eruptions. I never realized all the considerations involved in an eruption, probably because I’ve never done it.
I share with the volcano the things I’ve recently experienced. Like today I told about the bluebird that woke me this morning by taping on my bedroom window. The volcano asked if I thought it was a positive omen. I said that I would have to see.
I stood at the edge of the lake.
The lake said, “What do you want?”
I said, “Nothing, I’m just here to feel peaceful.”
The lake said, “I wish I were peaceful.”
I said, “What do you mean?”
The lake said, “I’m unhappy because I wish I were an Ocean, and I hate that I smell like fish, and I can’t seem to get rid of the algae, and I should have more and better waves, and I’m bugged that when people get in me, they shudder and complain that I’m too cold.”
I said, “I gotta go.”