Storm's Sanctuary by Donald Brown

Author:Donald Brown [Brown, Donald]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-25T22:00:00+00:00

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…The bees once more devoured through their fill and grew angry when they saw that the two Bears had discovered a honey pot further in the room.

With the butterfly out of reach, the only option left to them was too approach the bears. This time the Bears, now prepared, managed to ward off the attack. The bees retreated and reconsidered their options.

They devised a cunning plan and approached the small cub while his mother was sleeping. With tears in their eyes, they begged the cub for their honey. The cub, being small and not used to the trickery of the bees, gave away the pot. His mother was later on horrified to hear this and after the bees had once more devoured their share, it now left both groups unhappy.

Dorothy paused there, uncertain, her eyes on the last remaining sentences of the book. The rest of the class waited expectantly.

“Is that it?” Yara finally asked and when Dorothy looked up and nodded, Yara added, “That is a sad story.”

The rest murmured in agreement. Dorothy shook her head, closed the book and a smile returned to her face as she regarded the young children in her class.

They were all beautiful, but none as lovely as her own Yara, who was sitting in front, looking at her mother in awe. Yara was two years younger than the other kids in class – too young for school really – but Dorothy had nowhere else to leave her in the mornings. Frieda had taken up a job at Mr. Meyers’s stables on the farm and Doctor Ron was far too busy this time of the year, when the pox really hit Zion hard. All the other people she knew also had day jobs.

The main reason why Dorothy felt energy once again, had all come about largely on the inspiration from Yara. She had once more seen her mother brooding one morning, holding the now fixed jar in her hand.

“Mommy?” she had said walking over.

Dorothy had flashed her a weak smile.

“Mommy follow me.”

Yara tugged at her sleeve and noticing the urgency on her daughter’s face, Dorothy stood up, surprised, leaving the jar behind.

“No, you have to take that with,” her daughter had said and mystified, Dorothy clasped the jar and followed her.

It soon became apparent that she was leading her to the Willows, where George was now entombed. Most butterflies had gone, but it still remained a beautiful place regardless. On his gravestone, below his name, was written:

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Dorothy had visited this site many times, always hoping that a strong George would appear again from behind one of trees, once more taking hold of her and taking away all her pain. Other times she would agonize over what she could have done to prevent his death, including slapping away the gun. It had all seemed so worthless.

“Place it on his grave mommy,” Yara interrupted her thoughts.

Dorothy looked between the jar and Yara and then nodded. Somehow she knew

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