Jubilation, exemplify, confusion, love, duplication, pond,
muzzled, goldfish
Now, for the task at hand, this is what I created:
Nothing causes as much jubilation as to see a lost child
returned home, to the safety of his loving parents’ arms! I remember when I was
a youngster that one of the kids from our school suddenly went missing one late
spring day. The deep-creased look of
worry on their haggard faces exemplified the emotional pain his mother and
father were feeling. Adding to the
confusion, the missing child had a history of just going off on his own, and until that fateful day, no one ever
doubted he would be back home before nightfall.
So, in a united spirit of love and compassion, friends and
neighbors all banded together to help find the missing boy. This required the
duplication of posters and fliers, which in almost no time at all seemed to
almost miraculously pop up on every tree, telephone pole, and building in our
little town. Even at the local butcher shop, Mr. Latimer’s usually hyper and
cranky watch dog seemed on the alert, as if listening, and expecting to hear
something. Not muzzled on that day, the dog was the least of everyone’s
worries.
It was starting to get dark, and slowly, one by one, many
parents had to return to their own homes to tend to their families. The police,
however, enjoyed no such luxury – their hunt continued. Still no sign of the
missing boy, everyone was getting more than a bit anxious. Then, Chief
Daugherty slapped his forehead with his hand and in a loud, explosive voice
said, ‘Oh my God! Why didn’t we think to search around Beacon Pond?
C’mon..let’s go!” and away six of our burliest cops went with the chief to the
community’s favorite swimming hole in Beacon Park.
The warm spring night was fairly loud with the sound of
peepers, little tree frogs. Squish, slap, squish went the policemen’s feet as
they trod along the pond’s banks. They began calling out the boy’s name: “Bobby! Bobby Smith – are you here?” Nothing. No response other than the steady
song of the tree frogs.
Suddenly, a small voice wove its way through the cacophony
of frogs.
“It’s me…it’s Bobby. I’m here” the voice said. And there, on
the far side of the pond sat little Bobby with a makeshift fishing pole lying
by his side. It was clear that he had fallen asleep and was awakened by the
men’s loud calling.
So happy to find him at last, the policemen all but fell
over one another to get to Bobby, and when they reached him, they scooped him
up in their arms. Bobby asked one thing, to please have his prized fishing
pole. There, on the end of the safety pin hook dangled a little goldfish, quite
obviously past his prime. But, hey….Chief Daugherty was so happy to have found
Bobby that he promised to buy him a dozen goldfish!
Everyone trudged back to the police station, where Bobby’s
folks were waiting with open arms. It was a really bad scare our town had that
day, but it ended really well and as far as I know, Bobby had goldfish to call
his own and take care of for quite some time, up until he left for college!
(This story is pure fiction! It did not happen, I promise you!)
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