A GOOD THING
A place on earth we were in and watched as their giant machines crushed the carcass of the house and shaved the grasses off. The ground became naked like my three babies, fresh, pink and furless from my womb when I had them. This place was once home to my three pups and me. Our faces beamed with broad smiles as we stood far from the loud noise and gaped. This home held experiences that pleased our hearts.
Some time ago, we had scurried into the home of this lonesome woman. We met her when she had lost everyone that mattered.
We scrutinized and sniffed around whenever she left the house, searching for safe space and a constant food supply as all squatters do. My tail whipped a frame down in the course of one of such adventures. I looked upon it, and there the story was: her husband and two children.
We did not understand at first, but as we sneaked around, we discovered they had crossed through sickness into a place where humans do not return.
We often watched her cry — her eyes swollen — unbearably through the night, biting her pillow and throwing herself to the ground. Her sad state affected us. But, confused, we’d watched and decided to save her from her misery, even if for a while.
We’d played hide and seek with her — it was a risk on our part — but it was our way to stir up some action and excitement. She’d chase us with a large pestle, and we did run as quickly as our tiny feet would carry us.
A detour here and there and in all directions, she’d become confused on whom to chase. Finally, she’d fall to the ground, laughing at the ridiculousness, for she couldn’t kill anything. At other times, she’d throw down the wood in frustration and go on to cook meals. We watched her forget her misery in these times — our dinner was guaranteed — as she littered the cooker with food and in the waste bin.
Soon, she met the excellent Mister, fell in love, and became happier as he kept her company, bought her gifts and spoilt her with food. After that, she never bothered us anymore. She smiled more. She sang more. And then, one day, he married her, and she sold the house.
A good thing we have accomplished, and unto the next, we must go.
