RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND
“Then I would say it this way, sir: ‘What is pleasure without pain.’” Little Huge spread out his arms as he said it, like he was in a lead role of ‘Hamlet.’”
“That is another way of saying it. You’re good, my little friend,” said the sculptor.
Little Huge was brought back to reality when an ant bit him on his right foot.
Meanwhile, at the West Entrance of the park, a woman was walking her dog, a ten-pounder Bichon Frise, about 10 inches tall (to shoulders). Its long, curly coat consisted of a soft, dense undercoat and its outer coat was coarser and curlier. Its coat was white but had a little cream colour around the ears.
The woman was obviously on the “home stretch” of her pregnancy. She could very well be in the third trimester, and was expecting her baby anytime. But she loved walking, and walking in the park with her dog was already part of her daily routine, pregnant or not. She was a very athletic woman.
She was walking slowly, and was approaching the newly installed bench in the park, when she felt a gush of liquid between her leg, drenching the seams of her pants and trickling around her ankles. She inched her way to the bench as fast as a person can while squeezing her thighs together.
The dog jumped on the bench and cuddled her, as if knowing that she needed comfort. He grabbed her mobile from the side pocket of her jogging pants and called her husband,
“Hun, I think my water just broke.”
“Ok. Stay where you are, I’m on my way. I will call an ambulance,” the husband said calmly without a hint of the stirring anxiety and other things running in his mind.
Little Huge decided to do something to ease his guilt, he went to the Park Office and ask for the Manager. They discussed for about an hour until finally the manager agreed.
“Little Hugh, the Park will become even more beautiful next spring. Thank you for coming and giving us your suggestions,” said the Manager.
“I just want to do my part, sir.”
“Tomorrow, I will start the campaign to protect the butterflies, and to create posters with their lifecycle on it. This will definitely educate people and prevent the larvae from being interrupted …
“weeeeeooo weeeeeooo weeeeeooo” They were interrupted by the piercing wail of an ambulance.
“What’s going on?” the Manager asked his staff who were all looking at the window.
“”A woman is giving birth at the park, Sir,” one of the staff said.
Little Huge ran outside the office, just as the ambulance ran past him on its way outside through the Main Gate.
As he went towards the west entrance of the park, heLittle Hugh saw the two butterflies fluttering around with the rest of the swarm. He smiled.
THE END