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Spotlight: Palm (Aftermath p12)
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ “Um, a long time ago,” Diego began, “the coops were built on the ground, but whenever a flood would happen, the coops would get broken. They kept falling down and all of the chicks would drown and some of the grownups, too. It was lucky that my great- great- grandmother was really smart.
“A long time ago, my great-great-grandmother said that if the houses were built on stilts, flood water would be able to go right underneath the houses without getting broken. She said that the wooden had to be really strong and really deep inside the ground. She made these houses and built them like a hundred years ago. She made them really strong, too, because they never fell down.” he said, proudly.
“Incredible.” Palm said, mildly awed. “They have not fallen in a century and continue to service you without fail. What about maintenance? What is involved in the upkeep of these buildings?”
“A little bit.” Diego replied. “Sometimes they peck on the bamboo poles and we have to fix them, but that only happens once in a while.”
“I see.” he said, still examining the building. “The designs for these units, do you still possess them?”
“Yep. My papa has them.”
“May I look at them?”
“Okay.” he replied. “Come on!” he said, gesturing for the youngest prince to follow him.
The orange kitten led the dark-haired tom along another stone path that led uphill to the highland where the chicks frolicked about, as well as where the ranchers lived. The farmhouse that housed the modest family of 15 was nestled amidst a forest of trees that grew just behind the nursery pasture where the infant ostriches were raised under the tentative care of their enormous fathers. The ringing chirps of the chicks rang out like a joyful song of renewal and life that gave Palm a pleasant, encouraging feeling. Life would go on and the song of the baby birds was a beautiful reminder of that promise.
“Papa!” Diego shouted, upon entering the house. “Papa! Look who came to see us!”
“Diego, don’t shout.” a tall, elegant, male Siamese cat said, as he stepped out of one of the many rooms of the home. “Oh! My Prince?”
Palm nodded, curtly and said, “How do you do?”
“I…I am honored to have you here.” the man replied. “Is there something that you needed of me?”
“Yes, I am eager to learn about the construction of the ostrich hutches. Your” he started, looking down at the bright-eyed boy that was looking up at him with a mischievous grin on his face, “little one told me that you may be in possession of the designs for them.”
“Yes, my great grandmother made them just over a century ago. They have been handed down in my family from generation to generation. Would you like to see them?”
“I would, if it is not any trouble.”
“Not at all, My Prince. Just a moment, I will fetch them for you.” the man said, hurrying off to retrieve the documents while Palm and Diego waited for his return.
“A long time ago, my great-great-grandmother said that if the houses were built on stilts, flood water would be able to go right underneath the houses without getting broken. She said that the wooden had to be really strong and really deep inside the ground. She made these houses and built them like a hundred years ago. She made them really strong, too, because they never fell down.” he said, proudly.
“Incredible.” Palm said, mildly awed. “They have not fallen in a century and continue to service you without fail. What about maintenance? What is involved in the upkeep of these buildings?”
“A little bit.” Diego replied. “Sometimes they peck on the bamboo poles and we have to fix them, but that only happens once in a while.”
“I see.” he said, still examining the building. “The designs for these units, do you still possess them?”
“Yep. My papa has them.”
“May I look at them?”
“Okay.” he replied. “Come on!” he said, gesturing for the youngest prince to follow him.
The orange kitten led the dark-haired tom along another stone path that led uphill to the highland where the chicks frolicked about, as well as where the ranchers lived. The farmhouse that housed the modest family of 15 was nestled amidst a forest of trees that grew just behind the nursery pasture where the infant ostriches were raised under the tentative care of their enormous fathers. The ringing chirps of the chicks rang out like a joyful song of renewal and life that gave Palm a pleasant, encouraging feeling. Life would go on and the song of the baby birds was a beautiful reminder of that promise.
“Papa!” Diego shouted, upon entering the house. “Papa! Look who came to see us!”
“Diego, don’t shout.” a tall, elegant, male Siamese cat said, as he stepped out of one of the many rooms of the home. “Oh! My Prince?”
Palm nodded, curtly and said, “How do you do?”
“I…I am honored to have you here.” the man replied. “Is there something that you needed of me?”
“Yes, I am eager to learn about the construction of the ostrich hutches. Your” he started, looking down at the bright-eyed boy that was looking up at him with a mischievous grin on his face, “little one told me that you may be in possession of the designs for them.”
“Yes, my great grandmother made them just over a century ago. They have been handed down in my family from generation to generation. Would you like to see them?”
“I would, if it is not any trouble.”
“Not at all, My Prince. Just a moment, I will fetch them for you.” the man said, hurrying off to retrieve the documents while Palm and Diego waited for his return.
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Apparently this is the same mechanism behind tsunami warning tablets in Japan, where people would warn of past tsunami and essentially say, "Don't build here."