The Ostrich and The Child encountering the Mr.Turtle

Mr. Turtle
The Ostrich and the Child run off. They head for infinity, in a way, because they did not know where to go. As a runner, no bird on Earth could run as fast as the Ostrich.

“I know we will have to win this race”, said the Ostrich to the Child.
“What race? Do we compete? How can we win?” asked the Child.

“We will win because I am the fastest runner”, answered the Ostrich.
“I see! You have not understood a single thing”, replayed the Child.

“I have seen you hiding your head in the sand, because you were afraid. I have seen you hiding from problems, when you do not see solutions. Your head facing the sun again, you run and do not look backwards. Do you really think that all Children in the world can live like an Ostrich? How can live better on Earth by competing?” asked the Child with tears in its eyes.

The Ostrich look at the Child with its brown eyes and nodded its head to the left. Very wise and very childish eyes looked at the tears finding its ways from the Child’s eyes to its mouth. A magical second of a trillion the Ostrich’s eyes were blinking.

“When I close my eyes and bend downwards, I can think better. More blood come to my brain. When I open my eyes and see the sun, everything is different. It is like a small prayer, do you understand? I close my eyes, do all I can to think positive and when I look at the world again – everything is fantastic! Back-pain is nothing compared to heart-ach from fighting with a good friend for getting angry. You should try it! Now I know, whom we should run over to see”, said the Ostrich and bent down to let the Child take its arms around its neck. “We have no time to loose. We are competing with time. Fasten you seatbelts – the road is bumpy”, smiled the Ostrich.

“I will take you to the Wise Elders”, explained the Ostrich while calmly nodding to the visions in its head. “First I will take you to the Turtle Island.”

Turtles are turtles. They have lived for a long time on Earth. As the Ostrich run to find the island of the turtles, it was again running like crazy in circles. This time in bigger circles as in the small fight with the Monkeys.

“I am confused. I do not know where the happy, old turtles live anymore. They are all scattered. My inter-com with them is full of noise. Is it okay that we take a break?” asked the exhausted Ostrich with eyes crossing in total confusion.

“Hi there, are you looking for me? Puvh, this is a terrible place. I am not looking for you, but I heard you calling Madam Ostrich. What is the problem?”

Mr. Turtle had found the Child and the Ostrich.

“You have a very strange baby on your back – your baby do not look like you, I must say”, the deep voice of the Mr. Turtle had no time to wait for answers.

“Puvh, I have been eating tons of plastic. My stomach is in pain. I think I will die soon. I think your baby will understand. I cannot go to the toilet because of the plastic in my stomach. I cannot shit! I will explode. Puvh, the big Ocean is full of shit and will never be clean again. Puvh, nobody in my family has seen the big Ocean like this for a 100 millions of years. Puvh, and still the parents of the Child, that you are carrying on your back, still make excuses. Puvh, not made by man? – for sure not made by turtles! Puvh, we turtles are very normal. We just want to shit in a normal way! When we shit, the fishes are happy and eat it as food. When human throw their shit in the Rivers or in the Sea, we all die – it is just too much of it. Why do you not take care of your shit in a normal way?” asked Mr. Turtle and looked at the Child with its very deep brown, and this time very impatient, eyes.

“I do not know,” answered the Child.

“How can you not know? It is very basic. You have to know what you put in your mouth and what comes out at the other end. I think I have to find your parents. Not explaining, what comes out….what to do about it?…..shit is shit….and for some it is shit and for some it is food….have to find its parents….have to find its parents….it does not know….Pewh, plastic!” The deep voice of Mr. Turtle quietly disappeared as he walked away in its own characteristic way.



“Do you think it is the time for me to put my head in the sand?” asked the Child the Ostrich.
“If you got scared you can do! I feel fine”, answered the Ostrich.
“I feel ashamed. Let me hide my face a bit”, answered the Child with a flashing read face.

“No, this is nothing. You have to tolerate to speak about life. Shit is shit. What is wrong about shit? You should not be ashamed. Everybody has to do it. You only have to learn to be careful with it. Everything that you have in plenty can be dangerous. Get you head up again and face the challenge! I will help you!” The voice of the Ostrich was again the voice of the mature and wise Elder.

“I will take you to one of the other Elders. Come my friend - get your hands around my neck”, smiled the caring Ostrich. “I have a friend with a very large foot. I will take you to the land of the Big Foot.”

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