Jennifer’s Adventure

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Eduardo Suré; White-tailed Doe, 2017; Watercolor

Jennifer walked alone quietly through the state park’s woods and ate her favorite leaves. Food for white-tailed deer had been plentiful during the spring. It continued to be so in summer, but cooler days warned her the woods in which she lived were about to become dangerous. Hunting season was about to begin.

Jennifer had learned about hunters years before. It had been early fall. The morning had been cool. She and another doe had gone to enjoy the variety of grasses a meadow nearby offered. They had been out in the open when her companion’s tail went up as a warning that she had sensed danger. Jennifer had heard an odd squishing sound that had come from her companion’s direction. The other doe had been struck by an arrow, had stumbled, and then had fallen. Jennifer had run into the cover of trees knowing her companion would not follow.

Jennifer remembered that morning as she reached a spot behind some bushes that grew where the woods and a meadow met. She smelled the air and analyzed it for signs of danger. She looked around the woods that surrounded the meadow. She saw a sign. Across the meadow, men moved through the woods. They were scouting. They would soon return to hunt. It was time for her to leave.

Jennifer had survived past hunting seasons by taking a long and hazardous trip from the woods in the state park to smaller woods surrounding a golf course. There was a path older deer had worn that helped her find her way there. She found and followed this path soon after seeing the humans in the woods.

Jennifer followed the path through the familiar parts of the woods where she lived. Then, the path took her to denser parts with which she was less familiar. She caught scents other deer had left on the vegetation that formed walls beside the path. The path led her across fields where she stopped to eat. It also led her by a creek where she stopped to drink. The path led through backyards and close to homes. Some of the homes had left out food for deer, and she was happy to eat it.

Predators also used the path to travel. Jennifer had grown large enough to fight off most predators. She was occasionally surprised by a dog. Some just wanted her to leave their territory. Others wanted to play and barked and nipped at her heels. She dealt with dogs easily. However, there was one predator she feared almost as much as humans. Unfortunately, she encountered one on her trip.

As Jennifer walked, she saw a black figure using the path ahead of her. She stopped and looked closely at it. It was a bear. When the bear noticed her, it began to charge. She raised her tail. If the bear knocked her down, it would not try to kill her: it would just begin to eat her. She stomped her feet and let out a grunt as a warning. As the bear came nearer, she stomped again and released a foul smelling fluid onto the ground from the glands in her feet. The bear was undeterred. When the bear was close enough that she could see the glassy surface of its eyes, she leapt off the path and ran. The bear chased her, but she was much faster than the bear. She got away.

Jennifer found a place to hide after her escape and remained hidden. After she calmed down, she found her way back to the path. It was the only way she knew how to get to the woods surrounding the golf course. She felt heavy from the energy she lost taking flight from the bear, but she wanted to keep moving forward. She ate familiar foods offered naturally by the forest as she went. She stored the food in one stomach, but it would not be digested until she was resting in a safe place.

The path led Jennifer to grass cut short along the side of a road. Then, the path ended where it met the asphalt surface of a highway. She knew the path continued on the other side. She also knew automobiles traveled at high speeds on the road. She was poor at judging their velocity and had just barely survived other crossings. She saw a truck coming. She was going to cross in front of it, but its loud horn startled her. She stopped and watched it roar by. The wind from its wake made her take a step back.

Jennifer watched cars approach from the left and go by. After a long while, she did not see cars in the horizon from the direction from which they had approached. She crossed quickly and stopped on the grass at the median between the road going east and the road going west. In her way, was a short steel barrier that prevented vehicles from crossing the median.

Jennifer looked left and saw no cars. Without hesitation, she jumped over the barrier and onto the asphalt. A car made a screeching sound when the driver slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting Jennifer. She looked in the direction of the screeching noise. She saw the car coming toward her on her right. She prepared to leap forward; however, a large truck flew past the car on the other lane. She changed direction and began to run back. She heard a horn. She changed direction again and ran across the road without caution. She was lucky. She made it to the shoulder on the other side.

Jennifer knew the cars would stay on the road and not try to run her down. Once she was on the grass beside the road, she slowed down and eased her way into the thick vegetation at the edge of the woods. She found the path quickly and followed it. The sounds of tires rolling over the highway were faintly audible behind her. She was almost at her destination.

As Jennifer walked through the woods, she caught a scent a buck had left on vegetation. She had been alone since her companion had been killed. She occasionally met other deer and she was friendly, but she preferred to be alone. She did not yet want the company of a buck, but she saw it as she walked further down the path. The buck saw her too. He began to trot toward her. She was familiar enough with the woods and simply walked into brush where she knew he could not follow because of his antlers. As she walked through, she heard him struggling and grunting behind her.

Jennifer walked through the thicker vegetation until the air was free of the scent of bucks. She could not hear the highway. She stopped to rest and digest food she had eaten along the way. When she felt her energy return, she found her way back to the path. She followed it until it faded. She knew then she had arrived. There were no hunters, only golfers. Better still, people living by the golf course would leave out deer food during the winter. She would live there until the end of hunting season. In the spring, she would return using the same path to the woods in the state park.

© 2017 EDUARDO SURÉ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Anthony Opossum

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Eduardo Suré; Virginia Opossum, 2017; Watercolor

Anthony is a Virginia opossum. He is almost as large as a cat. Most of his fur is a mix of gray and brown colors, but his face is white. When he is going about his business, his black eyes and long face are pleading. His face and fur invite touch, but his bare tale is creepy. His long snout filled with sharp teeth is unsettling.

Anthony lives inside the hole of an oak tree. The oak tree is in a forest. From the forest, he can hear the sounds of people enjoying their backyards. Children are particularly loud. He can smell barbeques and even some of the uncooked food people place on their tables. He is tempted to investigate. One day, he does.

Anthony pokes his head out of the hole in the tree where he lives. He looks around. He smells the air. There is no danger. He cannot hear people, but he can always smell their food. He climbs out of the hole and down the side of the tree. He walks with a sway on the ground. The legs on one side of his body move forward together at the same time. Then, the legs on the other side of his body move forward together at the same time rustling the leaves on the forest floor beneath his feet.

Anthony arrives at a fence where the woods end and a backyard begins. The fence is wooden. It is built with vertical boards. An empty space as wide as the boards is between them. He easily fits through a gap and feels delightful scratches on his sides as he crawls through it.

Once Anthony is in the yard, the smell of food hits his nose. It places a gentle finger under his chin and leads him across the lawn to the side of the house. There he finds two garbage cans surrounded by loosely filled lawn and leaf bags. The cans are overfilled with white garbage bags that prop their lids open. The smell is so strong he can almost distinguish the food items of the buffet that awaits him.

Anthony looks for a way to climb to the opening of the cans. He sees a way up using the lawn and leaf bags. They create a kind of staircase. As he climbs the bags, he hears barking. He looks in the direction of the sound and sees a dog sprinting from the back of the house toward him.

Anthony is suddenly overwhelmed by fear. His body takes over. He falls on his side as if he has been shot. He lays on top of a lawn and leaf bag with his mouth and eyes wide open. His tongue hangs out the side as if his last wish was to taste the top of the paper bag on which he lays. He emits a putrid green fluid from his anus. The dog is suddenly silent. The smell makes him pause. His eyes water. He throws up a little in his mouth. Someone calls the dog’s name from the back door of the house. The dog is eager to sprint away from the smell.

According to Anthony’s heart and breathing rate, he is in a coma. However, he is fully conscious and mortified. He would have rather been bitten – no, killed – by the dog than witness the look on its face after he soiled himself. He is incredulous that he was capable of putting that awful smell in the air. He feels like a coward.

Anthony stops death feigning once the dog is inside. He pulls his tongue back into his mouth and closes it. He stands. He hates himself for responding the way he did. He feels ashamed. He feels he is worth nothing and should be dead. He tells himself he must never act like a coward again. He needs to be able to live with himself.

Anthony climbs the rest of the way to the opening of a garbage can. He is going to eat his self-loathing. He tears open a bag with his claws. The smell of the food in the garbage bag is strong. It is mouthwatering. He finds a piece of fried chicken and tastes it. Delectable. The outside is crunchy. The meat inside is full of flavor. It makes him forget what happened. He finds bits of scrambled egg. There is a hint of cheese and salt. Appetizing. He tastes a blob of something unidentifiable. It appears as though it may have come from a kitchen sink strainer. Tasty. He is experiencing so much pleasure he does not notice the dog has returned.

The dog barks. It is an angry bark. It says, ‘The only good reason you have to be in my garbage can is that you are dead, and you are clearly not!’ The dog is a little mass of fur, skin folds, and rage.

Anthony must fight, but not against the dog. He is on a garbage bag on the can beyond the Toy dog’s reach. He must fight against the feelings inside of him that lead to involuntary death feigning. He feels his legs begin to fail him. The fight going on inside of him is fierce. His mouth opens. Food that is not completely chewed falls out of his mouth. He refocuses from the dog to relaxing his body. He lies calmly on the garbage bag. The dog is barking. He takes deep breaths. The dog is barking. He is soothed by the delicious smell of garbage. He tenses and relaxes his muscles to the rhythm of the dog’s barking.

A woman comes out of the back of the house to investigate the reason for the barking. She sees Anthony in the garbage. She begins waving her arms. She picks up a river stone from the landscaping by the stairs, throws it at him, and misses. He hisses. She picks up another stone, throws it, and it hits the can he is in. He screeches. She picks up a third stone.

Anthony does not know what happened to that third stone. He jumps off and sprints toward the woods. The dog chases him. Anthony turns around and shows the dog his numerous sharp teeth. The dog stops chasing him, but stands its ground and barks. Anthony turns around and walks toward the fence. He goes through a gap and into the woods.

Anthony does not run the rest of the way home. He walks with a defiant wobble. He took flight, but he does not feel that makes him a coward. He did not soil himself when the dog threatened. He responded to the woman’s attacks. He threatened the dog when it chased him. That was much better than feigning death and stinking up the place. He did what he wanted to do. He did not let fear take over.

As a result, Anthony’s world is larger. There are more places to go. There are more things to see. There is more delicious garbage to eat. That’s a good thing, because the life of a Virginia opossum is short. Anthony is making the most of it.

© 2017 EDUARDO SURÉ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Seven Days

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Eduardo Suré; Mosquito 1, 2017; Watercolor
When Brian was a kid, he placed in a bucket the most interesting looking rocks he could find in his back yard. His back yard was only an eighth of an acre, but his parents landscaped it elaborately and he found beautiful rocks among the mulch. As he searched, he felt a drop of water on his face. He looked up at the sky and then heard his mother shout from the doorway that he must go inside their house. The boy placed his bucket on the ground and ran through the door only seconds before a heavy rain fell. He looked out of a window and watched his bucket fill with water. He then went to his room, found something else to do, and forgot about his bucket and collection of rocks.

When the rain stopped, a mosquito found Brian’s bucket of water. It landed on the surface of the standing water and laid eggs. The mosquito’s eggs floated on the surface of the water for two days. After those two days, the eggs hatched.

One larva among the larvae was extraordinary. Its cognitive abilities were humanlike. If Brian had the same qualities, he would have been called a prodigy. The larva did not know it was extraordinary. No one told it. The larva spent its time like the other larva: swimming in the bucket, feeding, shedding its skin, and visiting the surface to take a breath of air through its siphon tube.

The larva changed into a pupa during its fourth molt. Its time being a pupa was a time of rest. It was a time of reflection. It was a time for the pupa very unlike its larval days when it hungered constantly for microorganisms. It did not continuously crave and consume organic matter. It had time to think. As the pupa flipped around the water, it noticed other pupae. It saw the number of them. It noted they had everything in common. It wondered how, among so many, it could feel so alone.

Two days later, its pupal skin split. The mosquito stood on the surface of the water waiting to dry. Its body hardened. The mosquito saw its own legs. They meant to it greater access to the world. It saw a new world that was beyond the bucket of water. The mosquito felt its wings on its back. It wondered how life could be so wonderful to give him legs one minute and wings the next. When its wings dried, it flew. He could go where he wished: the deck, a flower, a leaf on a tree. It was more freedom than it ever believed it would have.

The mosquito was determined not to lead a solitary life only dedicated to meeting its own basic needs. It would use its intelligence to live a life of greater purpose. It would use its mobility to reach other mosquitos. It observed wasps and thought it would form social groups as they did. It would lead other mosquitos to less risky sources of protein than blood. It would teach them to lay eggs in locations offering higher survivability than puddles. This is the meaning the mosquito wanted for its life.

The mosquito observed a songbird flying in the backyard. This songbird, like other songbirds, was intelligent and had extraordinary vocal learning capabilities. The bird was able to name its children, and its children remembered their names their entire lives. It was a bird who ate mosquitos. It was a bird who may have eaten the mosquito if Brian had not been there. Brian, who left the bucket out where the mosquito was born and developed into an adult, clapped his hands once and killed it.

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How to Sell Flies to a Frog

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Eduardo Suré; Frog, 2017; Watercolor

To sell flies to a frog, tell the frog it needs to catch flies to eat.

Next, remind the frog that it uses its eyeballs to push the flies down its throat.

Then, point out to the frog that pushing things with eyeballs is uncomfortable.

Finally, tell the frog to buy your drink of blended flies that it can enjoy through a straw.

The frog will agree.

How to Sell Air to an Alligator

Eduardo Suré; Alligator, 2017; Watercolor
Eduardo Suré; Alligator, 2017; Watercolor

To sell air to an alligator, tell the alligator it needs to wait underwater to ambush prey.

The alligator will agree.

Next, remind the alligator that it can hold its breath.

The alligator will agree.

Then, point out to the alligator that the most it can hold its breath is two hours.

The alligator will agree.

Finally, suggest that the alligator buy your air so it can hold its breath for as long as it wants.

The alligator will agree.

Sold!

A Tyrannosaurus Never Makes Friends

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Eduardo Suré; Tyrannosaurus Skeleton, 2017; Watercolor
James, the tyrannosaurus rex, opened his eyes and was surprised by how bright it was outside. The sky was as blue as the best summer day he could remember. The trees were as healthy as they were during the wet season, and they reached up with their branches to touch the blue coolness of the sky. The last thing he remembered was running after his prey. The agile dinosaur ran an out route: it ran straight toward the edge of a cliff and then cut at a 90-degree angle to the right to get away. James could not change direction as fast as his prey and ran off the cliff. He thought he must have fallen a short distance, bumped his head, and gotten knocked out. However, the reality of what happened would surprise him later.

James raised himself easily from the ground and looked around. It struck him again how beautiful everything around him was. The only imperfection on the landscape was the skeleton of a triceratops. It lay in the tall grass completely intact less than fifty yards from where he stood. As he looked at the bones, James remembered his opinion that it was always a good time for a snack. He went to the triceratops skeleton and bit at a rib bone. He bit down hard and pulled, but the rib bone did not break or come off.

“What do you think you are doing?” asked the triceratops. Its skull looked back at James. James still had the triceratops’ rib in his mouth. After an awkward pause, he opened his mouth and let it go.

“I’m sorry,” said James. “I thought you were dead.” The triceratops laughed.

“I was napping,” said the triceratops. It got up and faced James. “Now leave me alone before I put my horns in you.” James was confused by what he saw and heard and remained still where he stood. The triceratops made a low guttural sound and walked away.

As James stood puzzled, he noticed some movement at the edge of the woods. He snapped out of his daze and ran toward it. There was a bulky creature walking along the edge of the woods. It had a long tail and a duck like bill. It was also a skeleton. As James got closer, he guessed that the creature was an Edmontosaurus. The Edmontosaurus noticed James and ran. James chased it. The Edmontosaurus was fast, but James was used to hunting these creatures. He knew it would tire after he chased it for a while. He was right. Eventually, it slowed down and James caught up.

“I don’t want to play,” said the Edmontosaurus. James tried to bite him. “Look, man – one of you actually got me, so I don’t really like this game.” Again, James was confused. The Edmontosaurus saw an opportunity to get away while James’ brain was working and ran into the woods.

As James watched it disappear into the woods, he felt a tap on his hind leg. “I’d like to play,” said a Tenontosaurus skeleton. James chomped down on the dinosaur, threw him up above his head, and caught him in his mouth.

“What’s he doing to Walter?” said another Tenontosaurus skeleton who stood near James and his victim.

“I don’t know, Arthur,” said a third Tenontosaurus skeleton.

“It looks like he’s trying to eat him, Fred,” said Arthur.

“Hey, buddy,” Fred said to James, “are you trying to eat Walter?” James looked around at the faces of the dinosaurs around him.

“I don’t think he knows he’s dead,” Arthur said to Fred.

“Hey, buddy; would you please put Walter back on the ground?” Fred asked James. James threw Walter up in the air and tried to swallow him again.

“Why don’t you just tell him he’s dead,” Arthur said to Fred.

“Hey, buddy; you can’t eat Walter,” Fred said to James. “He’s already dead. You’re dead too.” James looked at Arthur and Fred as he continued to hold Walter in his mouth.

“Ask him if he’s even hungry,” Arthur said to Fred.

“Hey, buddy; are you hungry?” Fred asked James. James did not feel hungry or thirsty. He looked at the skeletons of the dinosaurs talking to him. With Walter in his mouth, he looked down at his feet because they were the only part of himself he could see. His feet were skeletons too. He opened his mouth and dropped Walter on the ground.

“What am I supposed to do now?” James asked aloud.

“Do whatever you want, buddy,” Fred said to James. “I don’t think we’re going to play with you.”

“I think his question is existential,” said Arthur.

“Do you mean philosophical?” asked Fred.

“I mean he doesn’t know what to do because everybody is dead and he’s not hungry,” said Arthur.

“I get it: James was a predator,” said Fred. “Hey, James; you don’t need to worry about dyeing anymore. You’re not going to die of thirst, or hunger, or because it’s tool cold, or whatever.”

“Tell him nothing can kill him,” said Arthur.

“Nothing can kill you, James,” said Fred. “You’re going to need to live a different way now.”

“All he needs is love,” said Arthur.

“Well, no,” scoffed Fred. “There are other things. But you need to start with love, James. You need to figure out how to belong.”

“Let’s go and let him get his head together,” said Arthur. James watched the three Tenontosaurus skeletons run off. He had spent his entire life chasing and trying to kill everyone. He never had a friend when he was alive. He never found out how to get one.

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