By : Dennis Stein
The crow was still
incredibly difficult to capture, even with a broken wing. It ran among the
kaleidoscope of fallen leaves, reds and yellows punctuated by the black of its
feathers. The two young girls chased him around the park until he was too tired
to evade them any longer. A jacket served to wrap him in a cocoon of warmth
against the cool fall air. They were sisters, one nine and the other seven, as
different from one another as chocolate and vanilla. The oldest was slender,
with dark brown hair, the younger shorter with blonde ringlets. They raced up
onto the porch to their Grandmother's house, the bird nestled in the jacket
barely moving, content to be held in its warm wrapping.
"We have to help him!" exclaimed
the girls as their Grandmother assessed the injured crow.
It was obvious to the old woman what needed
to happen, and she looked at her granddaughters, watching their faces.
"Well,... he needs to go to the animal
hospital, and it looks like you two will have to take him." she said.
Tawnia and Pamela looked at each other in
wonder.
Their Grandmother shuffled off to a pantry at
the back of the kitchen, returning moments later with a cardboard box just
large enough to house the bird. She carefully tucked the crow, complete with
his jacket wrapping, into the box, folding the flaps on top shut. She turned
back to the girls.
"Go back down to the bus stop, and you
two can take him up to the Veterinary Clinic uptown in the plaza. Tell the bus
driver where you are going, he will help you..." she said, ignoring the
look of awe on their faces and handing Tawnia a few dollars.
The two girls excitedly gathered up the box,
and headed quickly out the door. They sat patiently on the wooden bench
underneath the aging steel sign marking the bus stop, Pamela cradling the box
on her lap. Tawnia scanned up and down the street for the white city bus. Many
cars passed by on the street, but finally the bus arrived. The girls wasted no
time, climbing through the open side door. The heavy-set bus driver looked at
them over his thick glasses, pondering their package as he watched Tawnia stuff
a bill in the plastic box for their fare. The girls made their way to a vacant
seat. Pamela looked out the window as they pulled away from the familiar trees
of the park.
"We forgot to tell the bus driver where
we wanted to go." she whispered to her sister.
"It's OK, this is the blue route, we
need to change buses to get to the plaza, I think." replied Tawnia,
watching the streets pass by.
The bus driver was observing the two girls in
the mirror at the front of the bus.
The soft sound of the diesel engine on the
bus purred as they rode through the streets of the city. The two girls were
quiet, taking the whole adventure in as they watched the city pass by. The quiet
was suddenly broken however, by their third party. A rustling began to happen
inside the cardboard box that Pamela held on her lap. Several people turned in
their seats to see, and the two girls froze in their seat. Pamela sank down in
the seat, not liking the sudden attention they were drawing. The bus driver's
eyes were on them again. There was a small 'cawing' from the box. A lady on the
seat across from them asked what they had in the box, with a curious look.
"Um, Toys..." replied Tawnia
quickly.
The bus driver was still watching, dividing
his attention between the road and the two girls. The crow cawed again. More
people began to turn around, looking at the two young girls curiously. The
scuffling in the box continued. Finally, the bus driver pulled over to the side
of the road. Tawnia and Pamela knew that this was not a good thing. The driver
stood up in the front of the bus, adjusting his glasses, and hiking up his belt
as he turned toward the passengers.
"Ok, what is happening here?" he
said, looking directly at the girls.
Pamela and Tawnia sank down in their seat.
They wished it would all just go away, that this sudden attention would somehow
just disappear.
"What have you two got in that
box?" asked the driver sternly.
Not knowing what else to do, Pamela opened
the flaps of the cardboard box. The crow popped his head out. Several people
let out a gasp. Pamela immediately tucked the bird's head back into the box.
"We need to help him, he has a broken
wing." she said simply.
The two girls sat with their cardboard box,
silently. The bus driver seemed placated by the response, and the people on the
bus were interested in the girls and their rescue suddenly. The driver sat back
down, continuing on the way. The bus pulled into the mall parking lot, and
stopped. The girls got up to get off.
"Ok, you girls need to get on the red
bus, which should be here in a few minutes." the driver said.
Tawnia and Pamela got off the bus, box in
tow. The driver stood by, watching the children. The red route bus pulled up.
"This bus will take you to the plaza,
where the animal hospital is. Don't worry, your little friend will make it
there." he explained.
The two girls nodded, and stepped up onto the
bus, finding a seat. The driver closed the doors, and the engine revved as they
pulled away. Tawnia and Pamela watched the scenes flash by outside the windows.
Finally they arrived at the plaza, and the girls could see the sign marking the
Veterinary Clinic. Tawnia pulled on Pamela's sweater, pointing.
"Last stop." said the driver
happily, opening the doors.
Tawnia and Pamela lept to their feet, happy
that they had made it to their destination. Tawnia held open the thick glass
door for her sister, as Pamela carried the box inside. The clinic was warm
inside, the small waiting area decorated with plants, a few chairs,and a
counter. A young woman in hospital
scrubs emerged from the back, looking over the counter.
"Well, hello ladies!" she said
cheerfully. "What can we do for you?"
Pamela and Tawnia said nothing, Pamela
bashfully lifting the box onto the counter.
"Oh, what have we here?" she said,
peering into the flaps of the box.
"He is hurt, and we need to help
him!" said Pamela finally.
"Well, I think we can help him, let me
go and get the doctor." she said.
She disappeared, returning a minute later
with a tall man with dark hair, dressed in the same hospital clothing. They
both peered into the box.
The doctor looked at the two girls, smiling.
"I'm sure we can help him, girls."
he said. "Leave him with us, we will make sure he gets excellent
care."
The girls smiled, feeling much better hearing
his words.
"Are you two here by yourselves?"
asked the doctor.
"Yes, our Grandmother told us how to get
here." said Tawnia.
The doctor and his assistant looked at each
other in disbelief.
"Will you be able to get home?" the
doctor asked.
"Yes, we will get on the next bus."
said Tawnia simply.
"We will make sure he is ok..." the
doctor said.
The two girls nodded. The next bus had pulled
up out front, and they hurried out the door to meet it. The ride home was long,
but they arrived at their Grandmother's house in time to be picked up by their
mother.
It was quiet that evening, the two young
girls watching a cartoon on TV, their mother in the kitchen.
The telephone rang, its shrill metallic voice
demanding attention. The girls paid no attention to the phone, after all, the
telephone was never for them. The call ended, their mother coming out to the
living room, where the girls were watching television.
"Tawnia, Pamela, I need to speak to
you..." she said.
The girls looked at one another suddenly,
knowing from their mother's voice that they were in trouble. They came to sit
at the dining room table, where their mother was already waiting, her hands
folded on the table in front of her.
"You two went to the Animal Hospital
today?" she inquired, with a serious look on her face.
Pamela lowered her head, her blonde ringlets
falling in front of her face.
Their mother let out a deep sigh, but her
expression softened slightly.
"Well, the Veterinarian asked me to pass
a message to you two. He had trouble finding our telephone number, until he
found your Grandmother's address on the box..." she said.
A smile crept onto her face as the two girls
looked at her, waiting patiently.
The story is wonderful. When I was a twelve year old girl, I Got on the bus And went to ballet lessons in Downtown Edmonton. I was safe, and if I needed directions, I could ask the bus driver. It is a good recollection of those times. It is also a reminder of...everyone ..children and adults being considerate, and responsible for their actions.
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