The hot sun beat down as a plane flew over a field of flowers.
Wind gusted, knocking some of the many butterflies off their balance.
They struggled against the wind and continued along their routes.
"Hey watch it!" A butterfly yelled at the plane as it
flew past. "Man, those things give me the creeps." He
said shuddering. He continued on his way. Other snickered and
kept on flying.
Down the row of butterflies there were two butterflies flying
side by side. They were taking their time, admiring the crops
and flowers.
"These crops ripen so nicely in the summer time, don't you
think?" The mother of wilber the worm asked. The father made
his way down the row, trying to catch up with the other butterflies.
"I just wish those planes would stop flying over head, they're
giving me a headache." He complained. The mother chuckled
to herself and continued admiring the crops.
"Too bad Wilber didn't want to come." The mother said,
tsk-tsking. The father nodded, but his expression remained solemn.
"He's too young to understand what food is. Besides, he was
asleep." The father explained. His mother sniffed a flower
and nearly fell into it.
They walked down the row chatting very little and admiring the
crops as a cool breeze swept over them.
"Another plane." His father groaned.
Another plane flew over, this time releasing a smoky insecticide
over the field where the butterflies were scattered around in
little groups chatting and flying. The heavy poison came down
strong as the butterflies flew
farther into the field.
"Insecticide!" A butterfly shouted. All the butterflies
started scattering around trying to get out of the field. Some
yelled, some screamed. The butterflies became scared. Suddenly
darkness spread over the field as a cloud shielded the sun.
The poison could be see very dimly in the sky. It's gassy form
clearly showed that it was indeed insecticide.
"Oh dear." The mother said. "I-I-" She started
to choke on the deadly poison. The father turned to her. Other
butterflies were choking too on the deadly poison as they flapped
their wings noisily.
"I don't think we can make it." The father said looking
around at the other startled butterflies trying to flee the field.
Some were already down on the ground choking.
"What about Wilber?" The mother asked suddenly. The
father looked at her.
"We can't just leave Wilber!" The mother cried. The
father fell down to the ground, choking heavily on the poison.
He looked up at her, his expression grim.
"The whole clan now is depending on Wilber. Only he remains
of our family. We can't change that." The father said. He
took his last breath and closed his eyes. The mother fell beside
him. She felt like she was going to cry, but the tears wouldn't
come out. Sadness fell over her as she looked down at her dead
husband.
"Our whole family depends on Wilber now." The mother
said as she closed her eyes. "He'll make us proud, I just
know it." She said softly. She fell hard to the ground, her
expression revealed her sadness, even though she was dead.
A heavy rain fell over the field. All the butterflies were either
saying their goodbyes and dyeing from the deadly poison. There
were none left, only Wilber remained of the family. Wilber, only
Wilber.
The mother and father tried hard to find ways to talk to Wilber
from above, but couldn't reach him before he came into his body
as he finally awakened for the first time.
He came into his body, yet he was still asleep. Dreams started
to flood through his head, dreams of the field and how the butterflies
died, dreams sent by his parents.
It was a cold windy Summer morning, and Wilber was laying on a
green leaf. All around him was still except for the wind blowing
against the trees, and the steady flowing waterfall in the distance.
A gust of wind blew against the leaf and it flew toward a tree,
waking Wilber up. The leaf fell the the ground with a loud thud,
and dust surrounded Wilber. The dust was cold and dry as it hit
Wilber's skin.
When the dust settled, Wilber opened his eyes and looked around.
His eyes grew wider as he looked around the woods at all the other
trees, grass and flowers.
He yawned softly and began to stretch. As he looked around again
he jumped back against the tree, breathing hard.
After looking around a few more times, he realizes that he's seeing.
He looked up at the clear blue sky, at the green fields, at a
waterfall in the distance. He turned around and looked at a flower.
At the yellow center, the red petals. Studying every thing about
it, from the stem to the detail in the petals. The greens, the
different shades of red. The yellow, so bright in the sunlight.
"Too weird." Wilber said, amazed at all the colors.
He moved closer to the flower, almost falling into it as he looked
down at it.
He sniffed the center of the flower and sneezed. He sniffed again
and realized that he was just smelling the scent of the flower.
The odor, so sweet. He took in a deep breath of fresh air, smelling
the fresh fragrance of the waterfall in the distance, and the
smell of the flower. Everything smelled so sweet, so fresh and
new.
Wilber backed up against a tree. Scared at what he had just learned.
He breathed hard, looking around.
A bird above him started to chirp loudly. Wilber fell over because
of the sudden sound and looked up at the huge bird. He realized
that he was hearing. The wind blew softly against him as he listened
to the sounds of
buzzing bees and the wind blowing so softly. To the soft patter
of the waterfall hitting the pool beneath it.
"Where am I?" He asked startledly.
Feeling uncomfortable he rolled over and looked down at the leaf
that he was laying on. "I'm so hungry." Wilber said.
Without thinking he took a bite of the leaf and realized that
he was eating, that he had the sense of taste.
"This is so good." Wilber said. then he stopped suddenly.
"What am I doing?" He asked himself. He raised an eyebrow
at the leaf then shrugged. After thinking it through for a little
more than two seconds he took another bite. Then he shrugged again.
"Who cares?" He asked taking another bite of the leaf.
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Chapter Two: Digestion
As he ate, he realized that he was chewing the leaf, and that
it was going down his esophagus and into his stomach. Then in
his stomach, he realized that the chewed particles were being
mixed with gastric juices that had been supplied in the stomach.
After the stomach, he could feel it go into the large intestine
and get mixed with pancreatic juice, bile and gall. As they mixed,
it produced a composition called chyme.
After going through the large intestine, it came to the small
intestine, where it mixed up the food further and sent the waste
to the rectum.
"Yuck." Wilber said. He stopped eating the leaf and
made a disgusted face. As he stared at the leaf, a buzzing could
be heard off in the distance. "The rectum? Sick! More than
I needed to know! I will never eat again." Wilber said shaking
his head.
Again the buzzing sound was heard.
He looked around for the source of the loud buzzing. After looking
in all directions he shrugged and began eating the leaf again
uncontrollably.
The buzzing grew louder and louder as the bug grew closer and
closer. A gust of wind blew through the forest, carrying the leaf
all the way into the tree.
Wilber, now having the urge to look up, spotted a huge wasp flying
straight toward him.
He cried out and began to run, across the rocky path till he was
a few feet from the edge.
"Help!" Wilber cried, without realizing what he had
just said. "If I'm a total genius, then how can I get away
from that bug!" Wilber cried sarcastically, yet afraid.
He spun around fast in time to see the wasp slow down. Now Wilber
and the wasp were face to face. Wilber could see the wasp looking
so hungry, so mad, so deadly.
Wilber cried out again and fell off the edge of tree that he had
so hastily scrambled on to.
As he fell down the tree, he felt a sudden sensation that he was
flying. Flying as if he were some kind of a bird. As the wind
flowed around him, he felt as if he were free.
Wilber looked down and suddenly became scared. He cried out again
and tried to grab onto something, but it was too late.
He hit the ground hard and landed in a pile of dry, crisp, dead
leaves.
His body suddenly felt numb as he came back into consciousness.
After opening his eyes, pain shot up through his body, such extreme
pain.
Wilber closed his eyes and laid there. Alone, and with no home.
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Chapter Three: Circle
Of Life
As he woke up he became dazed. He looked down at the dirt and
leaves beneath him.
The green leaf that had been his home was now gone, replaced by
dry, crisp red and brown leaves.
His body became numb. He could feel nothing, and then it started
to hurt all over. Pain flooded through his body as he sat up.
"Ouch!" He cried out. He rubbed his stomach.
He looked around. As he looked around where he had fallen he spotted
a group of ants taking a moth apart. He watched them take the
moth back to their ant hill, watched them struggle to take it
apart. They work so hard, Wilber thought. And now they're going
to eat that moth? Gross.
A bird suddenly swooped down fast. The bird then started eating
the ants as they scatter around the dirt. He watched the ants
panic and try to run away from the bird. His eyes grew wide as
the bird ran fast across the dirt, eating the ants. They tried
to retreat toward their ant hill, but most were crushed by the
bird's feet.
"Yuck!" Wilber said covering his eyes. He uncovered
his eyes and watched the bird eat the ants again.
As bird ate the ants, a cat jumped out of the bushes. Before Wilber
realized it, the cat ran at the bird and hissed, so loudly, it
echoed. To Wilber's horror, the cat started to eat the bird, the
bird who had terrified the ants so much, was now being terrified
himself. As the cat ate, feathers fell from his mouth and scattered
everywhere across the dirt.
"I have to get out of here!" Wilber cried.
Wilber now became scared after realizing that everything was eating
everything, and that everything was bigger than him.
He darted off into the woods, crawling as fast as he could across
the dirt. He looked back to see the cat right behind him. Startled
he looked in front of him. He stopped running and realizes that
he's now falling through the air. The air rushed up at him as
he kept looking down at the ground.
He hit the ground hard and laid still for a moment, then sat up.
He looked around the hole that he had just fallen into. He stared
at the dead leaves, the dust falling down to the rocky ground.
He suddenly felt lost and tired.
He looked around for a place to sleep. He started moved toward
a pile of dead leaves, hoping that they would make a cozy bed
for him to lay on. As he laid into them he started to shake. Sounds
of night creatures filled his
ears. Soft wind blew and the sweet smell of flowers made him feel
a little more comfortable.
He looked up at the sky, at where he fallen from, at the large
tree up in the distance.
"Weird, really weird." He said softly. He curled up
into a little ball and yawned. "To weird." He said closing
his eyes.
Wilber woke up from his sleep. It was still night time, and
all was dark.
He looked around the hole from on his back. He felt alone and
scared as he looked around at the dead leaves in the hole. He
suddenly cried out and sat up.
Looking up at a huge tree above him, he started to breathe hard.
He then looked down at a green form in front of him.
"Who are you?" He demanded in a high shrill voice.
His stomach was partly covered with dirt as he stared at the green
form. He studied the dirt then the green form.
He tilted his head and tried to determine if it was another worm
or something that's going to eat him.
"Hello," Wilber said in a shaky voice. He took a deep
breath. "How are you?" Wilber asked.
No answer.
Wilber, now feeling hungry, took a bite of a leaf on top of him.
As he started to eat the green form moved.
Startled Wilber stopped eating. He laid perfectly still. The green
form laid still too.
Wilber then started to become afraid because of what he had seen;
the ants eating the moth, the bird eating the ants, the cat eating
the bird.
He shook the thoughts out of his head.
Wilber now felt afraid. Afraid of being eaten, afraid of the unknown
green thing, most of all of death.
"You're not going to eat me, are you?" Wilber asked
in a high shrill voice.
No answer.
All was still for a moment.
"My name's Wilber." Wilber said. He thought for a moment.
How did I know my name? he thought.
He started to see the past, a flashback you might say, of his
mother and father trying to catch him before he got into his body.
He started to feel as if something's guiding him but didn't know
what it is.
"Weird." Wilber said aloud, shaking his head. He looked
at the green form.
The green form laid perfectly still.
"Did you see that?" Wilber asked. He laughed. "Dumb
question, of course you didn't."
Wilber stretched, and as he did, the green form moved.
"Do you have a name?" Wilber asked, trying now to sound
less afraid.
The green form didn't answer.
"Well you're quite the conversational type today." He
said sarcastically. "I hope you won't be really mad, but
I'm going to sleep. Good night." Wilber said. He looked once
again at the green form, then went to sleep.
When woke up from a deep sleep in the late afternoon, he stared
at the green form in front of him.
"How come you won't talk to me, huh?" Wilber asked.
"Are you just going to ignore me?"
No answer.
He looked at the green form and realized that there's no features.
No mouth, no eyes, no ears, no nose.
"Why don't you have a face?" Wilber asked. He moved
to come toward the green form.
As he moved, the form moved too. He quickly stopped and laid still.
The green form laid still too.
"Why do you only move when I move?" Wilber asked. "Are
you mocking me or something?" Wilber demanded.
No reply.
He tried to move again, but the green form moved with him. He
tried to get the courage to move but laid still instead. Waiting
for the green form to say something.
His mother and father look down at him from above, shaking
their heads.
"Move Wilber," His mother said. "You can do it
sweety." She pleaded.
"He can't hear us honey, all we can do is send him thoughts,
and if he's
open to them, then he'll move." His father comforted.
"He'll die if he doesn't move." His mother pointed out.
His father nodded. "He has to eat, he can't just stay there
forever." His mother said in a worried voice. His father
nodded again.
"He'll move."
Wilber moved toward the green form.
"I'm not afraid of you." Wilber said. As he moved the
dirt falls off of him. He finally realized that the green form
was just his other end..
Wilber's eyes grew wide. Then he started to laugh.
"I was talking to my butt?" Wilber said laughing. He
then stopped and thought about what had just happened. He slumped
back against the edge of the hole.
Shaking his head, he felt sad again. Sad and alone.
"Now I'm alone again." Wilber said bitterly. "Alone,
and completely out of my mind."
Chapter
Five: Everything Has A Family and a Group
"I need to find someone like me. I need to find my family."
Wilber said aloud. He started to climb out of the hole. Rocks
flew down and hit the ground. "I'm going out of my mind,
if I have one that is." Wilber said struggling up the side
of the hole.
As he reached the top he looked around. He tilted his head as
he saw a group of ants heading for their ant hill.
Everything has a family, Wilber thought bitterly. He looked around
at a group of fallen roses, at a group of bees flying toward a
group of flowers.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked up at the sky. He realized
that even the stars had family or a group.
"I really need to find my family, I can't go on like this."
Wilber said sadly. He now felt even more alone. "I wanna
be like the stars. They have a family at least." He said
bitterly. "Maybe I'm part of them." Wilber said doubtfully.
He shook the thought out of his head and stared at the stars in
the now darkening sky. It turned from rosy pink, to a dark blue
as he watched more stars appear over head. "I want my family!"
Wilber yelled into the cool night air.
"He's really starting to become depressed. What can we
do?" His mother said as she hovered over him.
"What can we do? We're dead." His father pointed out.
"All we can do is wait and watch and see what happens."
His mother said sadly. She shook her head.
"Tomorrow is a new day. I'm going to find my family. I'm
going to find my kind. I just know it." Wilber said. "I
can't sit around and whine about it. I have to find my life, myself,
my family."
Cool night wind blew against him as he leaned back into the dirt.
"I have to at least start by looking." Wilber said bitterly.
"If only I had something or someone that would tell me where
my family is. I mean, I'm stuck out here all alone. All I have
is this butt to talk to." Wilber complained.
As he laid there, he thought about how wonderful it would be to
find his family. How good he'd feel to be a part of something
a clan, a group, at least something.
Wilber sighed.
"Sometimes I think the world is working against me. I mean,
why did I have to be the one to lose his family?" Wilber
asked. "Now I'm just talking to myself. As if my questions
will really be answered." Wilber said bitterly. He shook
his head and closed his eyes. "I'm too tired to think now."
Wilber said.
All thoughts erased from his mind as he started to drift off into
a deep sleep.
Chapter Six: The Beginning Of The Long Journey
Wilber looked down at the leaf. At the green leaf that was
once his home. Looked around at all the butterflies, at his mother
and father. They were so happy to see him. Yet they were so white,
so pale.
"Come on Wilber!" His mother called. "Come meet
your brothers and sisters." She called.
Wilber smiled and started to reach for them. As he reached for
them he fell.
Falling. Down, down to the ground. Falling so fast through the
air. Pain. Pain shot up through Wilber's whole body.
Wilber woke up breathing hard.
"I have to go back up that tree." Wilber said still
trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the tree over head.
"Today's the day, no more waiting. No more whining."
Wilber said. He crawled toward the tree. He looked around for
a way to get up the tree.
He started to look around for someone to help him. As he looked
around he spotted a group of grasshoppers walking across the dirt.
"Excuse me, can you help me?" Wilber asked. The grasshoppers
ignored him and kept walking. "I need to find my home."
Wilber said. Still they ignored him.
"Haha." An ant teased, laughing. He kept laughing and
shook his head at Wilber.
"What's so funny?" Wilber asked angrily.
"You wanna get home? And you're asking the grasshoppers?
You're totally bonkers." The ant said, laughing harder.
"Are you going to keep teasing me? Or are you going to actually
help me?" Wilber asked. The ant shrugged.
"Where's your home anyway, I mean, do you have a location
of some sort or something like that?" The ant asked. Wilber
looked up at the tree. He thought for a moment.
"All I know is that my home is up that tree." Wilber
said. The ant laughed.
"Well, there's an easy way and a hard way. The easy way is
to take one step in front of the other until you get where your
going, or the hard way is you can try to think of a better way
to get to your home." The ant said laughing. Wilber nodded.
"Thanks." Wilber said. The ant nodded.
"You can't rely on the grasshoppers for anything, and I thought
that you seemed like a nice fellow. Well I gotta get to my home,
the queen is going to be real mad if I don't get there for our
town meeting." The ant said. Wilber nodded.
"Thanks for your help. See you later." Wilber said.
The ant rushed away toward the ant hill.
Why did I have to ask that ant for help? Wilber thought. I could
have figured that out. I guess I'm not as smart as I thought I
was.
Wilber started to feel bad again. He looked up at the tree.
"I'm going to find my family." Wilber said. "If
I stay here I'll never find them." He shrugged and started
up the tree.
Wilber struggled up the tree. He breathed hard as he crawled
up the trunk.
He reached a limb and laid back on it. He was trying to catch
his breath when a lady bug flew over to him.
"Are you okay?" The lady bug asked. Wilber, shocked,
backed up till he was up against the trunk of the tree.
"Are-are you going to eat me?" Wilber asked in a shrill
voice. The lady bug laughed.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." The lady bug
said laughing. Wilber rolled his eyes and sat up.
"Maybe you can help me," Wilber started thoughtfully.
"I have to find my family. See, I woke up one day and I was
laying on this leaf. Ever since then I've been trying to find
my family." Wilber said. The lady bug sat down on the branch
of the tree.
"You look weird for a lady bug, so I really doubt that you're
part of my family." The lady bug commented.
"By the way, what's your name?" Wilber asked. The lady
bug looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
"What's a name?" The lady bug asked. Wilber started
to laugh.
"Maybe I'm not so dumb after all." Wilber said. The
lady bug shot him an annoyed glance.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The lady bug asked.
Wilber stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry." Wilber apologized. "A name is something
that people call you. For example, I'm Wilber." Wilber explained.
The lady bug nodded.
"Well, people call me Lady. So I guess that's my name."
Lady shrugged. Wilber rolled his eyes.
"Lady? The lady bug?" Wilber teased.
"Wilber? The worm?" Lady shot back.
"Okay, sorry." Wilber apologized.
"Well, if we sit here forever we won't find your home and
I won't get to eat my dinner." Lady said. Wilber laughed.
"So you'll help me?" He asked. Lady nodded.
"Let's go." Lady said.
They reached the top of a stone ledge. Wilber climbed on it
and pulled himself onto it.
"I think we took a wrong turn." Lady said flying on
top of the stone ledge.
"Why do you say that?" Wilber asked breathlessly.
"Because we're not on the tree anymore." Lady explained.
Wilber looked down over the ledge then laid back on the stone.
"Okay maybe my home isn't exactly on the tree, but it's close
to it. You know, like right next to it." Wilber said tilting
his head. He stared out at the rosy pink sky. "I thought
the sky was blue." Wilber said. Lady laughed.
"Don't you know what a sunset is?" She asked. Wilber
shook his head.
"Why would I? I woke up on a leaf, remember? I'm surprised
I know how to talk. I mean, I thought you had to go through school
for that." Wilber said. Wilber's eyes grew wide. "How
did I know that?" Wilber asked startledly.
"I don't know." Lady said sitting next to him.
"Weird, definitely weird. I'm suddenly saying words like
school and definitely." Wilber shaking his head.
"You are definitely the smartest worm I've ever met."
Lady commented.
"How did you know I was a worm?" Wilber asked. Lady
covered his mouth with her hand. "Is there something you're
not telling me?" He asked.
"Well, there is something. See, my mother told me that worms
eat lady bugs or something like that. She had all these pictures
of them and stuff." Lady said. Wilber laughed, then he stopped.
"Pictures? Can you show me?" He asked. Lady shook her
head.
"My mom's dead. When she died my father took the pictures
with him. I've never seen my father since my mother died. I think
he got killed too." Lady said sadly.
"I'm sorry." Wilber apologized.
"It's okay-" Lady started. Just then a loud chirping
sound could be heard. Wilber looked up in time to see a bird flying
toward him.
"Ah!" Wilber cried. The bird flew straight at him. He
crawled as fast as he could to get away. He crawled faster and
faster, picking up speed. Then he looked around for a place to
hide.
Up ahead of him he saw a pile of dead leaves. He cried out and
dived into them.
After a few minutes he poked his head out from the leaves to see
Lady staring at him.
"Are you okay?" Lady asked. Wilber breathed hard and
got out from under the leaves.
"That thing was about to eat me!" Wilber cried breathlessly.
"I think you need to hear the survival skills of the woods."
Lady said. She sat down.
Number one, stay away from things twice as big as you
or bigger. If they come at you, hide but don't run, they like
to chase.
Number two, if you lose your way, you can use the moss
on the side of the tree to determine which way your going. Moss
always grows on the north side of the tree, so you'll be going
north if the moss is on your side of the tree, or something like
that." Lady explained.
Wilber brushed himself off and listened.
Number three, if it's morning and you're lost then look
for the sun, it always raises in the east and sets in the west.
Number four, you must always stay close to water, if you
don't get enough water you'll die. Same with food. Of course,
you eat leaves, so you'll never go hungry out here." Lady
explained.
"So that's all I have to do to survive?" Wilber asked.
Lady shook her head.
"I forgot the rest." She said. Wilber rolled his eyes.
"Come on, it'll be dark soon."
"I'm going to sleep here. You go and meet me here in the
morning." Wilber said yawning. Lady nodded.
"Suit yourself." She said. Wilber smiled.
"Oh wait, one more thing," Lady said. "If you are
scared, animals can smell fear." Lady said, saying it as
if it were a horrifying campfire story.
"Thanks for the tips." Wilber said.
"Good night Wilber the Worm." Lady said smiling.
"Good night Lady the Lady Bug." Wilber said smiling
wider.
As he closed his eyes, he felt calm. He no longer felt afraid
of anything. All the fear was now gone, as he drifted off into
a deep sleep, waiting for the day to dawn.
Chapter Eight: The Wise Owl; The Long Journey
"Lady!" Wilber called. He looked around the pile
of dry leaves, and the rocky stone ledge for her. It was the next
evening, and Lady had still not \returned.
Wilber, still calling her name, made his way toward a tree branch.
As he made his way onto the tree branch he stopped suddenly and
looked around.
"Lady! Where are you!" He cried a loud.
"What do we have here?" Something said from behind Wilber.
Wilber spun around to see a great white owl on the edge of a tree
branch.
"Hello," Wilber said, excited to find that he wasn't
alone. "My name's Wilber, what's yours?" Wilber asked
making his way toward the owl.
The Owl stared at him in shock. Wilber, caught in the Owl's gaze,
stopped short.
"A worm? With questions?" The Owl asked, his eyes growing
wider.
"I have a lot of questions, I just need the answers."
Wilber said sitting down next to the Owl.
"You're not like other worms." The Owl commented.
"Why do you say that?" Wilber asked. The Owl looked
off into the distance.
"I eat most worms, but you seem smarter than them. All the
worms I meet usually run away or whine or whimper." The Owl
said tilting his head. "But, you seem like a nice fellow,
I'd hate to eat you." The Owl said.
"Is that a compliment? Or are you still going to eat me?"
Wilber asked. The Owl shrugged.
"I'm not going to eat you. I never eat amazing things, and
you my friend, are amazing." The Owl said. Wilber moved closer
to the Owl.
"Have you seen anyone like me?" Wilber asked. The Owl
nodded.
"But not up this tree." He said. "I've never seen
anyone of your kind up here, which is another thing that makes
you amazing."
"You mean, my family isn't up this tree?" Wilber asked.
The Owl shook his head.
"If they're up this tree, then I haven't seen them. I've
been all over the place, I mean, this tree is my home." The
Owl said looking at Wilber.
"Where have you seen my kind?" Wilber asked. The Owl
looked of into the distance.
"See that group of trees over there? Well your family may
be over in those woods. I have often roamed those woods and found
countless worms and other bugs there. Of course, you'd be going
there for another purpose than me." The Owl said, chuckling
to himself.
"Could you take me there?" Wilber asked.
"No, I would scare them all away from you. I eat worms."
The Owl said turning to Wilber. "You must have an extremely
short memory, yet, you seem brilliant." The Owl said, studying
Wilber.
"How am I going to get to those woods?" Wilber asked.
The Owl looked again at the group of trees off in the distance.
"If you were meant to go there, you will find your way. If
your family is somewhere else, you will be guided to go there.
If your family is destined to be found, then you will find them.
It's all up to you. I can show you the path, but you my friend,
have to walk it." The Owl said. Wilber looked up at the white
Owl.
"Will you show me where the path is?" Wilber asked.
The Owl nodded, then shook his head.
"It depends what you mean by that. Do you want me to walk
you to the path, or tell you how to get to the path. If you want
me to tell you how to get to the path, then I can do you that
favor, but, if you want me to walk you to the path, then I'm afraid
I can't do that. It's your choice, it's your journey, not mine.
You must learn to no depend on others to do your work for you,
you must only depend on yourself to help you choose the right
thing to do, or which way to go. I can give you suggestions, but
it is you my friend, that have to take them." The Owl said.
Wilber nodded.
"I understand." Wilber said looking off at the group
of trees.
"I was afraid you weren't following for a minute." The
Owl said, chuckling to himself.
"So tell me the way to the path." Wilber said. The Owl
pointed his wing down to the ground.
"You must first make your way down the tree. Then, once you've
reached the bottom, you must meet a grasshopper, who will tell
you the rest of the way." The Owl said.
The wind blew softly against Wilber's face as he sorted out all
of the information that he had just learned, in his mind.
"Thank you." Wilber said. The Owl studied Wilber again.
"I have never met a more magnificent creature than you. You
have manners beyond your years, and you are more brilliant that
many of the other bugs and creatures that I find." The Owl
said. He nodded and waved. "Good bye
Wilber."
"Good bye." Wilber said softly. "Good bye."
The adventure will continue soon. Tell your friends about wilber, readand have your parents read to you.
Love Rose and Tat