Suddenly,
he was NOT alone. Dorothy had just arrived from the Land of Oz. She often liked
to revisit that wonderland, but she had a little problem. Those fantastic red
shoes were getting a little tight. When she clicked her heels, Dorothy often
found that her feet were in great agony. The agony of blisters being scrunched
together often brought tears to her eyes. All she could do was sit under a
tree, crying in pain as she tried to ease those red shoes from her feet.
However, she was not just suffering from blisters. She was suffering from the
terrible disease of growing up.
Quietly,
Cigam wandered over to this strange person, sitting down under a tree, weeping.
He wanted someone to care for him, to care with love and attention. Most of
all, he wanted someone to remember him, always. But first, he decided this girl
needed some care. Gently he offered the only possession he had a soft, fluffy
dandelion from high in the distant mountains. It was a rare flower. Not many
flowers grew on snowy heights. When the flower touched a soul, it would soak up
the pain of the soul and then die.
Cigam
offered the flower. For a moment, Dorothy stopped, a little shocked, but only a
little. I guess she thought she was still in the magic Land of Oz. Dorothy drew
the flower close and felt sweet scents fill every fibre of her being. She felt
her tears dry. The flower glowed, for just a moment, and then sank limp in her
hand.
She
turned to Cigam.
"I do not know who you are or where you are from. But I so wish I could
care for you, as you just cared for me. I wish..."
But something strange was happening to Cigam. He was glowing with a strange
aura of light.
The
unicorn whispered, " I am...I am...My name is MAGIC! MAGIC!"
The final words seemed to echo and echo round Dorothy.
"You have given me something, dearest Dorothy! Yes! I know who you are!
Now! You have given me the gift of caring, right from the very heart of you.
You care! And at last my name means something! I AM MAGIC! I know at last! You
have given me a precious gift too!"
"One
more thing, Dorothy," the unicorn continued smiling. "Take a moment
in your life to remember me. That's all I need. Show me you care by remembering
me. Then, while you grow, I will grow with you. You will always have MAGIC with
you! You will never fear growing up! And those shoes will always fit. Just
remember me!"
But
Dorothy was drifting. She was looking at her red shoes. They were definitely
larger. And a little different! They now had shiny silver buckles on them in
the shape of a tiny white unicorn.
