For 14 long days Big Goldie laid at the bottom of our pond. Not moving & covered with sediment, he just laid there, day after day. I waited for the end, when he would float to the top, dead… dread…. if that happens I will have to deal with it. Then he moved, just enough to say “I’m NOT dead! Don’t throw me into the woods for the raccoons”! His tail was swollen & bloody, what happened to my little buddy? Disease? A heron? My vandal neighbors? Is there any hope for Big Goldie? Have a little faith, have a little faith.
What do vandals have to do with Koi? Are they the ones who hurt Big Goldie? Who knows really. Why would my mind even go there? I guess it is a small-scale form of terrorism. Sneaky, malevolent, and ignorant teens who come under the cover of darkness to shoot my cat in my own front yard and smash-up our things. Why? Do they think we will be intimidated by their coward-ass-ness? Are they simply manly men doing manly things? Sorry BOYS, you are outed. You are the future under-achievers that contribute nothing of value to our society. I imagine that you spend your time thinking about things you deserve, are entitled to, can steal, cheat, or bully your way into taking from others. Yep, you are bigger than a kitten, stronger too….. and you are armed. Who are these people who enjoy destroying things that are beautiful? Who gets a rise out of demolishing things that make other people smile? Who would shoot a kitten? Is this kind of behavior OK with us? Is this what we have become? Have a little faith, have a little faith.
I want them to stop… have a little faith, have a little faith. I refuse to stop trying to beautify my home, even if it serves to give the bastards something to do on Saturday nights. If they don’t value beauty, or life, I wonder: what do they value?
All I know for sure is that Big Goldie has a made a full recovery. I knew he would make it. Bad things happen to us and we either carry-on stronger than before or whither & die. I plan to spend my day creating a beautiful sculpture and place it at the end of my driveway. I will put it on the exact same spot where four previous works of art sat before becoming a part of our gravel road. If they smash it, I will file a police report. I will be advised not to put anything else down there. And, I will make a new one,. Why? Because I am stubborn like that. So, who’s the fool? The one who creates beauty or the one who destroys it? Sorry boys, I’m no quitter. I have a little faith that one day you will be mature enough to find something constructive to do with your time, perhaps, you will learn the artful use of commas.