fool," I said.
And when he stuck out his hand I grabbed on and let my weight go, pulling him in with me. He started sputtering and trying to jump out of the pond. But every time he got his footing I pushed him back again. We were laughing so hard that finally we climbed up to the shore and fell down in the mud.
That was one of the happiest moments I've had in the nearly two hundred years of my long life here on Earth. Before that day I never knew what it was to laugh without worrying that somebody might hear and come and thump
my head. I never knew what it was like to lie there next to your best friend in the whole world and not have a care.
I had eaten strawberries and cookies and went splash ing in a forbidden pond.
It was forbidden because all things that were fun or free were forbidden to slaves. I didn't know exactly who owned those strawberries but one thing for sure it was a white man.
But none of that mattered because there I was, alone in the woods with the most wonderful person I had ever known. When he looked at me he liked my black skin and dusty hair, he thought that I was a hero and who was I to say no?
After a long while lying in the mud I waded out into the water to wash my skin and rough blouse. When we were ready to go John looked up at the sky and scowled.
"Clouds," he said. "We may have to find shelter."
Him saying the word shelter reminded me of something.
"How did you know where that tree trunk where we sat down on was?" I asked. "I mean you walked right to it just like you knew it was there."
"You see, Forty-seven?" he said as if I had just proven a point. "You notice things and you don't only notice but you ask why. Those are only two of the reasons why you are destined to become a great hero."
"You ain't answered my question, John."
"I've been hanging around the plantation for almost a week," he said. "Looking for you."
"Me?"
"I could sense you, hear your music among all of the music that men make with their blood."
"Music in they blood?" I said, suddenly afraid that John might be some kind of devil that drinks men's blood.
"Yes," he said with a smile. "Every living being has their own song thrilling through the strings that hold them together. I knew your song. I just had to make sure I really heard it playing in amongst the others. And once I knew you were here I had to meet you to make sure that you were up to the task."
"What task?"
"Saving the universe."
"Where's that?"
"Everywhere," he said, "all over the world and up to the stars."
"Like a ocean?"
"Something like that," John said.
"If you was free an' lookin' fo' me den why'd you let 'em make you into a slave?" I asked.
"Because of a creature named Wall," John said seri ously.
"Who's that?"
"He's the one who might destroy everything unless we stop him. He found out that I had been on the Red Clay Plantation "
"What was you doin' there?"
"Looking for you. All I have done for the past three thousand years is look for you. That's because I knew that you would be but I didn't exactly know where and when. That's why I was on the Red Clay Plantation, because some one with a song almost like yours was there. But when I re alized that it wasn't you I ran away. After I left Wall caught my scent and he took over Andrew Pike's body and came looking for me."
"And so Andrew Pike is under a spell?"
"Pike is dead and Wall walks the earth in his flesh."
"And who is this Wall?"
"He is, as far as you are concerned, the devil."
These words shook me to my soul. I didn't want to ask any more questions. I didn't want John to tell me any more.
Again he looked at the sky.
Again he said, "Clouds."
"Maybe it'll rain," I said, grateful for mundane conver sation. "That'll be good for the gardens."
"But I can't carry you if the sun isn't out."
"Why not?"
"Because my powers, such as they are, are derived from solar energy. My body is like a battery that converts power of the sun into action. If I were to attempt to carry us home
And when he stuck out his hand I grabbed on and let my weight go, pulling him in with me. He started sputtering and trying to jump out of the pond. But every time he got his footing I pushed him back again. We were laughing so hard that finally we climbed up to the shore and fell down in the mud.
That was one of the happiest moments I've had in the nearly two hundred years of my long life here on Earth. Before that day I never knew what it was to laugh without worrying that somebody might hear and come and thump
my head. I never knew what it was like to lie there next to your best friend in the whole world and not have a care.
I had eaten strawberries and cookies and went splash ing in a forbidden pond.
It was forbidden because all things that were fun or free were forbidden to slaves. I didn't know exactly who owned those strawberries but one thing for sure it was a white man.
But none of that mattered because there I was, alone in the woods with the most wonderful person I had ever known. When he looked at me he liked my black skin and dusty hair, he thought that I was a hero and who was I to say no?
After a long while lying in the mud I waded out into the water to wash my skin and rough blouse. When we were ready to go John looked up at the sky and scowled.
"Clouds," he said. "We may have to find shelter."
Him saying the word shelter reminded me of something.
"How did you know where that tree trunk where we sat down on was?" I asked. "I mean you walked right to it just like you knew it was there."
"You see, Forty-seven?" he said as if I had just proven a point. "You notice things and you don't only notice but you ask why. Those are only two of the reasons why you are destined to become a great hero."
"You ain't answered my question, John."
"I've been hanging around the plantation for almost a week," he said. "Looking for you."
"Me?"
"I could sense you, hear your music among all of the music that men make with their blood."
"Music in they blood?" I said, suddenly afraid that John might be some kind of devil that drinks men's blood.
"Yes," he said with a smile. "Every living being has their own song thrilling through the strings that hold them together. I knew your song. I just had to make sure I really heard it playing in amongst the others. And once I knew you were here I had to meet you to make sure that you were up to the task."
"What task?"
"Saving the universe."
"Where's that?"
"Everywhere," he said, "all over the world and up to the stars."
"Like a ocean?"
"Something like that," John said.
"If you was free an' lookin' fo' me den why'd you let 'em make you into a slave?" I asked.
"Because of a creature named Wall," John said seri ously.
"Who's that?"
"He's the one who might destroy everything unless we stop him. He found out that I had been on the Red Clay Plantation "
"What was you doin' there?"
"Looking for you. All I have done for the past three thousand years is look for you. That's because I knew that you would be but I didn't exactly know where and when. That's why I was on the Red Clay Plantation, because some one with a song almost like yours was there. But when I re alized that it wasn't you I ran away. After I left Wall caught my scent and he took over Andrew Pike's body and came looking for me."
"And so Andrew Pike is under a spell?"
"Pike is dead and Wall walks the earth in his flesh."
"And who is this Wall?"
"He is, as far as you are concerned, the devil."
These words shook me to my soul. I didn't want to ask any more questions. I didn't want John to tell me any more.
Again he looked at the sky.
Again he said, "Clouds."
"Maybe it'll rain," I said, grateful for mundane conver sation. "That'll be good for the gardens."
"But I can't carry you if the sun isn't out."
"Why not?"
"Because my powers, such as they are, are derived from solar energy. My body is like a battery that converts power of the sun into action. If I were to attempt to carry us home
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