Moon Lovers

"Will you come with me to the pond?" Silvery swan asked the little chickadee. The two had become best of friends when chickadee lost his family in a lawnmower accident. 

Silvery swan, who was given the name silvers, saved chickadee when he was only freshly hatched. Chickadee, who was given the name Tweedle Dee Doo couldn't ever remember that day. Even Silvers wouldn't mention it much.

"Will you come with me to the pond?" Silvery swan asked the little chickadee. Tweedle Dee Doo responded quickly, as though he'd expected the question, "I thought you'd never ask!" He said. "I've been getting real good and hungry! Jehovah knows, it's been days since the last time I ate some flies or some other sort of protein. A bird can't live on grass alone, you know?" 

"Well then," silvers acclaimed, "I'll race ya' to the pond!" 

The pond was a little body of water, down a hill and across a field, and through a forest to get to. Silvers took it easy on Tweedle Dee Doo. Even though, truth be told, Tweedle Dee Doo was quite a quick flyer. He could give silvers quite a run for his money. Especially because of the forest. See, silvers' wings were too big to pass through forest so he had to go around. But tweedle Dee Doo could pass right through with ease!

Tweedle Dee Doo had approached the pond first.  It was a golden body of water, littered with lilly pads and surrounded by cat tails. Echoing off it's surface were sounds of frogs ribbets and the chirp chirp chirp of crickets. 

Turning about, he saw Silvers flying through the pathway toward the old farm pond. After some minutes, silvers was flying next to Tweedle Dee Doo.

"Beat ya here!" Tweedle Dee Doo sang melodiously with prideful song.

"Listen here, ya little rascal," silvers said, "some of us are too big to make that race in a straight line. Some of us have to take detours."

Tweedle Dee Doo laughed and said, "sounds to me like some of us need to go on a diet!"

"That'll do!" Silvers said triumphantly. 

At that moment each of their eyes were captured by the beauty of the pond in front of them. They glanced at one another and then, raced and rushed and sped forward. Until finally, they took a final lunge from the base of the water's edge and SPLASH! Water flew here, there and everywhere! Tweedle Dee Doo found himself caught up under the web of one of silvers feet. The disgruntled chickadee surfaced and said, "sure is! Some of us sure do need to go on a diet! All that water splash. It wasn't caused by me!"

Silvers smiled and said, "I haven't eaten a fly or any type of protein in days! That is about to change." He glanced about the pond. They both glanced about the pond hungrily. The surface was covered with a layer of insects. They each took big beakfuls. Tweedle Dee Doo surfaced and rolled around in the grass. To dry off. Silvers dove and went to the bottom where he collected some fish. He surfaced and flung a lonesome fish toward Tweedle Dee Doo. He gulped it up. 

When the two had had enough, when they had eaten enough, they simply allowed themselves to float on the furnace of the pond, gazing up at the sky. It was getting dark. Before long, into their fields of vision, emerged a particularly unique and distinct moon, way up high, high up way in the sky. This was no ordinary moon. As though Jehovah were performing a light show for them, the moon this night was four times it's normal size. Not only that, it was pink! "It looks like a flower!" Silvers whispered in awe. This special moon, this flower moon seemed to grow bigger the further it traveled across the sky. They simply lay there on the ponds surface, with the sounds of frogs' ribbets and the whistles and chirps of the many, many crickets, looking up in adoration at God's creation. Jehovah surely had performed a miracle this night for the two of them. They were a couple of moon lovers.

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