A Walking and Climbing Talon

(Please Nore – any formatting issues are mine when transferring to WordPress, Not Gigi’s)

Friday was cloudy with thick rain clouds hanging over the mountain, but Matica and Talon still walked to Ramah for his practice. They hadn’t arrived back home yet when bullet-sized raindrops thundered down on them. They ran the last hundred meters to the village and took shelter in Amos’s house where Talon pressed himself close to the wall and waited, anxiously looking at Matica and the rain.

‘Poor Talon,’ said Jose, who had come home to shelter from the rain as well, ‘it looks as if he does not like the rain, but it will not last long. It is too heavy.’

And so it was. After ten minutes, it suddenly stopped as it had begun. The blazing sun shone through the clouds, filling the air with hot dampness. Even…