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by Pat McDonald © Pat McDonald 1993 all rights reserved Like a valiant knight I came to the aid of my wingéd damsel in distress. Though it took me ten or fifteen minutes and I banged my knee on the coffee table, it was worth it. In the end I managed to capture the little moth in an empty flower pot. With fluffed-up pride in my good-deed-doing I set the moth gingerly down on a marigold in the garden. "I'm free! I'm free!" she seemed to cry with gratitude as she flew gracefully into the summer air. I smiled. I was still smiling and she was still crying "I'm free!" when a sparrow I had not seen swooped down off the power line above and caught the little moth firmly in his beak. Life has plans we seldom expect. |