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Mr. Brumpi Finds A Wallet
by Antonio Garza
Mr. Brumpi, a little gnome that lives in a tree by the sea,
took a walk on the beach after having herb tea.
His friend Mr. Tuddles, a caterpillar four inches long,
comfortably sat on his shoulder, as he tagged along.
The gentle breeze and salty mist,
lifted their spirits, like an ice cold tea with a lemon twist.
This evening's walk, which didn't lack talk,
soon was halted,
as Mr. Brumpi's step faulted.
"What is this?" asked Mr. Brumpi, looking at the sand.
He picks up this thing, using only one hand.
It was all full of sand and seaweed to boot,
then out came a crab. Oh, what a hoot.
It scared Mr. Brumpi, and he danced around,
shaking the little crab, down to the ground.
Mr. Tuddles, laughing out loud and hanging on tight,
kept picturing Mr. Brumpi, dancing around in the evening's sun light.
The commotion died down and soon came around,
the figuring out, of what they had found.
"What is that, Mr. Brumpi? You've seen this before?"
"Humans call it a wallet, here they keep a few dollars, or more."
"Dollars? What are dollars? What are they for?"
"Humans trade them for things, things they need or adore."
"Why can't they be like us? We don't need any dollars."
"Humans feel they need many things, including fancy collars."
"Life here is simple, we help Mother Nature and then she helps us."
"Yes it is Mr. Tuddles, Mother Nature has made our life very joyous."
"Mr. Brumpi, what do we do, with that thing all filled with sand and goo?"
He thought for a moment, removing the sand from his carved wooden shoe,
"We'll need to return it. It is the right thing to do."
"Return it? Why? It'll be dangerous, don't you think?"
"The owner is probably upset, and has raised quite a stink.
Losing this wallet, all full of his things,
he can't function properly and the inconvenience it brings."
"How do we know who it belongs to?" asked Mr. Tuddles confused.
"That is a good question, the picture in here is worn and abused.
Since we don't read human, we must take it to someone who can.
I know, we should take it to the person they call, policeman."
"Policeman? What does a policeman do?"
"I think a policeman prevents them from going cuckoo."
We will sneak into town, late into the night,
hand it to him hidden, by the lack of sunlight.
He'll do the right thing, just wait and you'll see,
policemen are nice, they'll protect you and me.
They did as was planned,
and slipped it into his hand.
The policeman was surprised,
had to have been a good citizen, he surmised.
Through the wallet he thumbed,
I'm on a mission, he hummed.
He walked to a house, and knocked on their door,
the owner saw his lost wallet, and jumped high off the floor.
"We did a good deed," said Mr. Brumpi.
"That man was so happy, he is no longer grumpy.
I hope it's easy to see,
returning what's lost, is the right thing for you, and the right thing for me."
The End
Copyright 2008 Antonio Garza
You can email the author at antonio@zalien.com
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