Ginger Dakota lives in a hollowed out tree trunk at the city’s edge. Her home is the very large tree she spent at least a year of her life preparing for the purpose. Living in the woods is a little different from what’s commonly expected. She allowed herself a moment to think back to the day she first found her tree.
She remembered, to herself, that once she saw a Native American leaning against her tree. His ears so big and set so far from his own head that he could hang lots of items on them. His ears were long and stretched out like flaps of flowing skin down over the rest of his body, on each side of it. When it was night time, he just crouched under his own ears for shelter. Even in storms of wind, rain, sleet and snow, he was kept warm and dry by sleeping under his own ears.
Not that his ears did not show the wear and tear from it, you know. If the wind blew hard enough, the assorted nicks and rips and tears which had scabbed over and scarred his ears were visible as thin spots and thickened cracks in the otherwise smooth ear lobes. Plus, storms flopped them about, inviting others and all kinds of animals to shelter under them. It could be hours of strangers sitting under his long ears and yelping and singing sad songs while the storm fussed outside. But what was a long eared person to do about it, after all? And it was nice to be needed during stormy times.
As Ginger stood a moment thinking more about it, to herself, a man from town walked past her along the gravel road. When he noticed her standing by her tree home, he stopped and yelled over to ask,
“Have you seen my son go by?”
“Mmmm,” said Ginger. “Was he about my age, only taller?”
“Yes,” said the man.
“With big brown eyes, long brown hair and wearing a big smile?”
“Yes,” said the man.
“Wearing a brown jacket and work boots?”
“Yes, that’s right!” said the man excitedly.
“No, I have not seen anyone who looks like that, but I’d sure like to, so I will keep my eyes wide open for seeing him!” Ginger assured the man.
The man turned angrily away, but then Ginger shouted,
“Does your son have really long ears that flap in the wind, that he can crouch under for shelter?”
“Why, no.” said the man as his face twisted up considering such ears and in amazement asked her,
“Are you telling me that you actually saw a person with ears that were long enough to shelter him, someone with ears reaching down to the ground?”
“I have never seen anyone who reaches with their ears,” said Ginger. “All the people I’ve seen, reach with their arms or legs.”
……..to be continued