Spring with the knees… weight forward… over the skis…
246 meters! cried the coach. Ten inches from a world record!
Category: snow
“Blurtso jumps” (I)
Harlan said you went skiing, said Alex. Yes, said Blurtso, and the strangest thing happened. What? said Alex. I was invited to join the ski team. Really? said Alex. In what event? In the ski jump, said Blurtso. Today is my first practice.
You want me to do what?
“Blurtso and Harlan go skiing”
Ready? said Harlan. Ready, said Blurtso.
Hmm… thought Blurtso,
I wonder why the people at the lodge are cheering?
“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XX)
It’s late now and most everyone is home. Resting and reflecting on the day, what went right and what went wrong, what to look forward to and what to dread. Or they’re filling their eyes and ears with electric sights and sounds, while their heart, alone beneath the surface, reflects on the day.
“Blurtso goes for a walk in the snow”
Ooops…
“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XIX)
I wonder if I’m a hermit? I’ve never met another donkey who spends as much time alone as I do. But I rarely feel alone. There’s always something outside the window, or inside the barn, that captures my attention and spends the day with me.