How they met…

Landscape, Boy, Grass, Turtle

“Hello,” said the girl, getting off her tricycle.


“You’re really big for a turtle?”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are,” she said.

“What’s a turtle?” he asked.

“You’re a turtle, aren’t you?”

“What does a turtle look like?”

“Turtles look like you.”

“I don’t think that’s what I am,” he said.

“Well,” said the girl.  “Then what are you?”

“I’m me.  Aren’t you, you?”

“Yes, I guess so,” she answered.  “But I’m also a girl and a child and a homo safety pin.  I’m a student and a daughter and a granddaughter, a cousin, and a friend.”

“I see,” he said.  “That’s a lot of things for one to be.”

She nodded.  “I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m just me.  I’m sorry you can’t just be you.”

“It’s okay,” she said.  “I’m used to it, I guess.  We have names, too.  Do you have a name?”

“I’m not sure,” he said. “What would it be?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.  “What  names do you call each other?”

“Each other?”

“Yes.  What do you call those who are like you?”

“I don’t know anyone like me.”

“I see,” she said, frowning.

“Do you have a name?”

“Sure,” she said, smiling.  “Everyone has a name, well, everyone like me, I mean.  My name is Rosy.”

“Perhaps you could give me a name, Rosy.’

“I would like that,” she said, excitedly.

“Tell me when you think of one.”

“I will,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“I’ll just wait right here,” he said, taking bites of grass.

She sighed and began pacing.

“Names must be hard,” he said, watching her.

“They have to be just right,” she said,  finally looking at him.

“Maybe you can call me Rosy, too.”

She laughed.  That’s my name.”

“Are you the only one who has it?” he asked.

“No.  I’m sure there are a lot of other who have it.”

“Well then, why can’t you give it to me?”

“Is that what you’d like?”

“I think it is.”

“Then you can have it,” she said, happily.  “We can be the two Rosy’s.”

And that’s how the two Rosy’s came to be, on a warm summer day in a magical field, that no one else knew about.  You see, magic is everywhere, and you never know when you’ll walk right into it and meet a new friend who, if your lucky,  isn’t really anyone but himself.

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