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Quotation of the week
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The Magic Boy I
The Little Dog
by Per Jespersen
Sebastian woke up early in the morning and looked out of the window. Oh no, heavy rain again! He longed for sunshine. It had been raining for two weeks now. It was unbearable. Sebastian was sensitive to weather and hated rain. He looked at the neighbouring house to see if Sharon was awake. Sharon and Sebastian were close friends and joined the same class in school. Luckily her curtains were not to see, and a minute later she waved at him and sent him her wonderful smile. And in the same moment the rain stopped and the sun broke through. This made Sebastian’s mood change to the better. Happily he went down the stairs to the kitchen, where his Mom and Dad were having their breakfast. “You’re late,” Dad said. “As always.” “You’ll have to get used to it.” “Have you done your homework?” “Of course. As always. I have worked half of the night.” They took their breakfast without saying much. Dad was working with his papers, and Mom was reading the last weekly magazine. Sebastian had his thoughts in the school, as they were going to have one of their favourite lessons to day. He simply loved these lessons, as they always came into huge discussions about something that the teacher picked up in a novel or a short story. These lessons made him love to go to school, and he had discovered, that he and Sharon very often agreed on most of the issues. Strange: he was sitting here with his parents, missing Sharon, although he knew that they would meet in a quarter of an hour on their way to school. He was sitting here with his family, missing a girl! Twenty minutes later they met as usual on the corner, and Sebastian could feel his heart beat. She was beautiful with her brown eyes and totally black hair. “Are we going to discuss the same issue again to day,” she said. “I guess so. We didn’t finish, did we?” “No. Thomas had a strange point of view.” “I don’t remember.” “You sure do. He said, that power was the work of the Devil.” “Oh yes,” Sebastian said. “How can he come to that conclusion?” “He’s a strong believer. God stands for the good things, and therefore the Devil stands for the evil things. And power is evil.” ”Is it?” “You said so yesterday.” “God and Devil. These concepts are old-fashioned.” “It’s easier to understand when you have persons being substitutes for concepts.” They stopped at the traffic light, waiting for green. “So power is the Devil in Thomas’s view?” “Sure. I can partly follow him. But power in itself is not evil. It’s only when it’s misused.” “Which most people do.” “It’s green now, Sebastian. It has been for a long time.” She took his hand, and they hurried across the crowded street. But Sebastian was almost fainting, having Sharon’s hand in his. Ohh!! They were close to the school now, so Sharon took her hand back and said, “Power is always misused.” “So what is power in itself?” “I’m not sure. You have a responsibility to the abilities you have. Power should be to use the abilities you have in a good way. You need to know your own limits, so you don’t push other people on areas, you don’t have any knowledge about.” “Then we have to know ourselves very much.” “Exactly. That’s why the lessons are so important. When we discussed power yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s one of the steps to knowing yourself.” “To know what you don’t know.” “Exactly. Look at that black bird in the tree over there. It’s singing.” “Wonderful.” “It’s singing to show other black bird males that here is the border of his territory.” “That’s power, isn’t it?” “No, because it doesn’t try to penetrate into a fox’s territory. The power is not misused, but used as it was meant to be used.” “Oh, I see. You are a clever girl. I .... “ Sharon ran up to the other girls. “See you in class, Sebastian!” Then the bell rang. School work started. No talking – but Sebastian’s thoughts could not stop. Power, God, Devil, and Life. Strange! He was bewildered. The school day was normal, until they reached the lesson they longed for. They wanted to have a new talk about power, because they felt that there was more to say about that concept. They really had a good lesson and their teacher did not interfere in their heavy discussions. So Sebastian and Sharon had a lot to talk about on their way home. The traffic was heavy and noisy, so they had to shout to each other. But they were used to that, but finally found a bench in the park downtown – a place they often used when they had a discussion. Power was the subject. “In a way,” Sharon said. “I don’t like to have power over anybody or anything. It’s humiliating to have power.” “A strange point of view,” Sebastian said. “No, because when you have power you don’t see your own weaknesses, and you have to. Otherwise you’ll get a wrong picture of yourself, and one day the weaknesses will take over.” “But you can’t avoid power, can you?” “No, but you can use it in the right way and then forget it. There’s more to Life than power.” “Such as?” “Love for instance. Morality. Friendship.” “And love is the greatest,” Sebastian said. Sharon blushed. “Maybe we’re too young for that.” “No way. Even babies can love. And so can we.” “Are you proposing?” “So you expect me to run to the florist and buy a bunch of roses. Then I fall on my knees and ask you, if you will marry me?” “Then I would have the power over you,” she laughed. “But do it anyway. I’ll enjoy every second of it.” Sebastian rushed to the nearest shop and succeeded in finding some roses. He ran back and fell on his knees. ”Will you .... “ “No!” They both laughed so much that they could not stop. “What do you think people think?” “I don’t care. But let’s go home. We have homework to do.” They left the park and walked home. No talking, but two hammering hearts. Until something happened. They walked down their own street and nodded to the people they knew. It was a quiet area with rather wealthy people and cute little gardens. There was quite another atmosphere than downtown where Sharon and Sebastian met the poor and often homeless people almost every day. A little dog ran over the street, and two cars had to slow down in order not to hit it. “It’s your dog, Sharon.” “I know. It shouldn’t be here. It’s not allowed to.” She called the dog’s name, but there was no reaction. Then she went up to the dog, stopped for a while, and called Sebastian, “Come here – there’s something wrong.” Sebastian walked up to her, as he saw the dog throw up at the street. Then it fell to the ground and lay, as if it was dead. Sharon wept. “She’s only two years old. What happened?” Sebastian sat down and took a look at the dog. “Sharon – I think she’s gone.” “Oh no – it was my dog. For the first time in my life I was allowed to have a dog of my own, and now it’s dead.” Sharon felt pity for Sharon. He opened the dog’s eyes, but they were dead. “We’ll find another one for you.” “It’s not the same,” she wept. “I know – but anyway.” He stroked the little dog and whispered some words, Sharon could not hear. And then: Suddenly the dog opened its eyes, got up and ran up to Sharon, as if saying “What’s wrong here?” “Sebastian – what did you do?” “I don’t know.” “You cured her. How can you?” “I really don’t know.” He was as surprised as she was. “I don’t know.” Sharon got up with the dog in her arms. “You’re just gorgeous, Sebastian. You saved my dog from death. Maybe you even woke him up!” Sebastian was totally confused. “What happened? I don’t know. I assure you!” Sharon was so happy, although she did not know what had happened either. Then she said, “If you were on your knees with roses in your hand now I would say yes.” “And I would pass out,” Sebastian said. The little dog jumped out of Sharon’s arms and ran barking home.
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