I’m taking a little detour from my next installment of Stories from Easter Island to add a post script to yesterday’s post.
I read Sparrow to my dogs. They were unimpressed.
“So the mutt caught a few birds that could heal sick kids. Are we supposed to think that’s sooo amazing?”
“Remember that time I caught a bird?”
“Oh yeah! Mmmhmmm…The one that was dead, right?”
“And then there was that caterpillar I almost caught once…”
“Oh my God, I’m getting exhausted just thinking about it.”