Mary's Mystical Mischevious Musings

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   Sat, April 21, 2007 - 11:38 AM
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The little girl, Sahandran, stood looking. Her arm to her side, palms facing backwards and just gazing, rocking back and forth on her feet and looking with longing.... "fun, wish I could play," Sahandran thought to herself... She stood on that crest of hill and listened to the sounds of laughter and calling each other as the kids kicked and threw the ball, bigger than a basketball, but not a beach ball... running.... falling in play as they race to the ball... the sun warmed Sahandran's face. She wipes the stray hairs back...

the bigger boy picked up the ball from one of the other kids and threw it towards his calling friend.... Just then the wind gust rattle the leaves on the trees nearbye.... the wind seemed to have that same giggle, tckling the hairs back on her face.... suddenly the gust gradded the ball in flight and blew it down the next hill, winding farther and farther down....

Sahandran thought quickly" hey," as she seemed to spring off her rocking feet toards the direction of the ball. She ran down the hill as the other kids came towards the same spot where the ball seemed to disappear...

Sahandran suddenly came to a stop at the bottom, where the other kids came upon her and stopped too... The girl with the pink sweater said hi to Sahandran and asked her if she saw their ball. Sahandran stood pointing down the path just a bit further where she can see the ball rested in the grass as it came near again to the creek... Sahandran was a bit shy to say more so she just pointed. The girl in the pink sweater asked her to help her get the ball and the two walked to the where the hill rose up again in rocky boulders lining the creek as it wound closer around the side of the hill.

The girl got the ball, said thanks, started back and then stopped, asking Sahnadran if she would like to oin them. Sahnadran shook her head no. The girl said, maybe next time.

And the girl headed back.

Sahandran stood there, watching the space where the girl was. And the wind kicked up again.... A whistling this time.... and a chimey tipe tingy-sound. Sahandran turned towards the sound, closer to where the creek winds to the left of the hill, and Sahandran followed this magikal unusual sound......



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