Betty the Bumble Bee Time is ticking and so is Elda's heart. She sat on the back porch of her house on the old wooden rocking chair that squeaked every time she gently rocked back and forth, back and forth. The rays of the sun were settling through the uncombed branches of the trees and garden where many wild animals nest and thrive. She knew it was coming close. She knew. She had had dreams about it and her whole body could feel it. A shift. A major shift. How it was going to take place was still inquirious. Yet, that it was going to happen, was a certainty. She drifted into a sleep, as the rocking chair continued to nestle her with its squeaky song, helping her to fall into a deep slumber. All of a sudden, the wind blew strong, forcing the screen door to open, blowing into Elda's face, awakening her, as it stirred and uncombed her long silky blond hair. She stretched and lifted her delicate body and walked into the side door, where she had, a...
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