Goldi does not like any weapons
THE JOURNEY TO COMPLETION
special craft room had one long polished table. Every space was occupied by furry creatures.
‘I could hardly believe it’ Clint continued.
‘I was placed beside a huge golden lion. I was unsure if he had
magic abilities and was a bit hesitant about initiating contact. Later, that first night, I felt a huge paw on my shoulder and a growly voice spoke in my ear.’
“Do you understand me? I also speak Spanish, Russian and German.”
‘I nodded, almost dislodging my hat. English
is fine. Hello to you!’
The Lion continued with a soft growl. “Are
you a hunter? I see your gun. I don’t like hunters.”
was shocked. I was not sure what hunters were but somehow, I got the impression they were people who shot lions.
I shook my head. No, I’m not a hunter, I’m a cowboy. I’m not too sure what that really is though.’
“Perhaps Jack who comes in on Fridays will be able to help you” the Lion added.
Then he turned his back.
I got the impression he no longer wished to communicate.
I privately named him Goldi.
It was late at night. Darkness cloaked
the whole room. I could see nothing beyond the end of my nose.
Goldi suddenly spoke.
I woke up shaking and alert.
"I’m very sorry I woke you. I wanted to say goodbye. I realized it would be Thursday when the sun rises. I heard a lorry driver call out a few minutes ago that he would be leaving
before the sun rose. I was told last week I would be leaving with him.
There is to be a children’s
themed party at the pre-school on the other side of town and all jungle animals will be part of the display. It may mean if the school wishes to keep me, that will be my ‘forever home’.
I’m sorry I was not happy about your gun. I hate all weapons. It’s not your fault. I hope the human called Jack will be able to answer your questions.”
I patted his paw and he lifted it and again placed it on my shoulder.
“I’m happy to have met you little bear.”
He was taken away by a smiling lady pushing a trolley laden with jungle animals.
There were zebras, monkeys, and what I thought were Hyenas. One of these creatures smiled at me baring his teeth and swishing his tail.
back “Bye little Cowboy Bear. Be happy!”
I suddenly felt very alone on that table.
Filtering fingers of light, from the rising sun, danced across the table’s surface. It highlighted spaces left by
the departed animals.
The human, called Jack, swaggered into Estelle’s space as expected, on Friday morning.
He stood in front of me and shouted.
‘Estelle m’dear, this little cowboy looks authentic enough to me for his purpose.
He’s great, and kinda cute. I’d like to put him on my horse, maybe add some spurs to his little legs and take him for a gallop.
Aw come on! I’m only joking’, he said, as Estelle came charging round the table.
‘Don’t touch him’ Estelle cautioned. He’s going to join the Bear Collection and will find a home with them. I don’t want him
‘I learnt a lot from these two humans by just listening to their conversations. They spoke about
‘cowboys’, and I absorbed as much as I could.
At least it was confirmed I was ‘authentic’ and was
later gently packed in a ‘tissue-lined’ box and one day unpacked at this place here, where there seem to be bears all over the place.
It’s been an amazing journey and I’m very happy to be with all of you.’
Clint clicked his paws together
in a formal salute as he bowed at the audience. ‘Thank you everyone!’
He turned as if to leave but suddenly stopped. Turning again towards the watching bear eyes he added……’Cowboys work with cattle, often ride horses, shoot guns – I’m not sure who or what at –
should have spurs and a lasso (kind of rope) but Jack said they were pleasant people sometimes called ranchers, stockmen or jackaroos.
It’s all rather puzzling.
I’ll return to my shelf spot and settle down to my life as
Clint the Cowboy
I am, after all things are considered, really only a a small brown ‘Teddy’ Bear.
He bowed again and exited into the darkness.
There was clapping and laughter.
The last sound before the room returned to normal was Old
All right folks, Everything back to normal. Time to sleep!
Missie barked her appreciation from outside and Sophie climbed into her cat tower mewing contentedly.