The wind brushed against
my face.
The smell of fresh water swept
itself up into my nostrils.
Birds and all other sorts of
creatures chirped and
chattered the day
away.
The cool waters of the lake drifted in a constant current
around me.
But I still couldn't see
a thing.
That's what Dr.Garth was
studying.
My eyes. My blind eyes.
Bright gold and pupilless, as many
have told me but I've never seen
for myself.
He studied to know the cause
of my blindness.
I figure that is what the Mayor
paid him for.
The Mayor himself sat on a dock
a'ways away from the shore
with his steel fishing
pole that so many others envied him for. (Usual poles
are wooden).
Dr.Garth puts a paw on my nose and asks
me to, "describe my blindness" as we sit in
the shallows of the lake together.
I do my best, but am sure that I'm not describing
well enough.
Dr.Garth just groans
and moans in contemplation, still
poking and prodding at my face.
That is how I spent most of the day.
Sitting lazily in the waters of Lake Dutchess,
being poked in the face by,
an intelligent dog/doctor.
I enjoyed it quite much.
Though I still don't know everything
I'd like to about know
the doctor and his intentions.
The Mayor's intentions.
What does this have to do with me exactly?
1076, Dey 9, 13th Hour
