by
Carol Moore
The Final Chapter
The truth is that no matter how noble or terrible our intent, we must face the consequences of our actions. But so strong and pure was Dooro and Miena's friendship that it had not gone unnoticed by the Creator. Such devotion and self-sacrifice are rare and in this case rewarded. Mysteriously, magically, wondrously, Miena and Dooro's wounds were healed -- as surely and quietly as pure love warms a frozen heart. In the twinkling of an eye they were transported halfway around the world to another continent, a new land with new woods and waterways. While transported they were transfigured. Miena lost her feathers, then her wings, which turned into arms, and a thick down of fur enveloped her body. Dooro's nose stretched and spread until it became a bill like Miena's and his body shrank, flattened and grew more compact. In this new land they became a new animal, an animal not quite a bird and not quite a mammal but a bit of both with a broad flat tail and fur softer than a beaver's, with a bill like a duck and "oviparous," which is to say it lays eggs. The Creator looked on his newest creation and saw that it was good. For one long moment they stared into one another's eyes. Then he cried, "Miena." She cried "Dooro."
They fell into one another's furry arms, caring not about the how or why, but embracing and tumbling over and over with joy. That, dear reader, is how the Platypus came to be.
Why not read the whole story?
Strange, but true. A love action is best shown under duress and
difficult times. May all potential life partners learn the basics of
true friendship and care in their love for one another for a lifetime of
meaningful existence. Life is too precious to be taken lightly.
Pn Chong
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