God!?…who is going to believe this …? Who would? Have I lost my mind? Who could…? Now… Blabbermacallits…Carefulhaircutguys…God…what next?...
“Ice cream!”
I jumped. The little mind-boggler had materialized, this time, next to me, as I sat at the café table at the edge of our garden, early next morning ,with a strong, sweet, morning coffee. Had this guy been reading my mind... a mind that I was apparently in danger of losing? The delicious warmth of the coffee and admiration of neat dewy rows of late spring lettuces and broccoli and swelling lily buds had been helping to ground me (sort of) but, now, what…?
“Oh!...er….uh…hi…good morning…ice cream? Have a sit… Ice cream…? What about it?”
“Ice creammmm, love ice cream,” he repeated, conjuring recollections of Cookie Monster. “Ice cream too good…merry good…I like…”
“Yeah, me too…how…do you know about ice cream?...where did you get some?”
He looked somewhat uncomfortable as he mumbled, “Door open…I burrow,” and gestured in the direction of our kitchen. “Love ice cream…I burrow…”
“You what?!”
He shrank suddenly and disappeared, this time with an audible pop!
“Wait!” I felt terrible…I wasn’t angry at all, just surprised…and I was so relieved when after a few minutes, he reemerged rather tentatively, and careful to keep a large prickly rosebush between us. I gestured, saying, “it’s ok, I’m not mad” He remained defensive, approaching slowly, seemingly ready to “pop” if threatened.
“Love ice cream…where get?” he asked, relaxing slightly.
“oh, don’t worry, you can have as much as you like…we can get some more…help yourself…”
But, fearful tension returned with a belch, as he cringed, and repeated meekly, “I burrow…all gone…”. This time he faded as if in slow motion, with a soft “I sorrow” in the middle…
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