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Itri spins dust into stars. He fashions them, like clay, carefully molding them into shape. And so, under his firm and tender paws, even the barest rock and plainest dirt can become the brightest stars in the sky.
Perhaps it is because of this that he sees a shining star in everyone else. In the dirty and ragged homeless tabby, playing the accordion for spare change, he sees an untapped musical talent. In the sly fox making headlines for masterminding a bank robbery, he sees leadership and astuteness that could have been turned for good. In the plump dachshund puppy who is always just a little bit slower than all her littermates, slow to walk and slow to learn, he sees kindness and goodness of heart.
And Itri tries, too, to mold them and form them - into what they ought to be. He formed a violin out of leftover stardust, and gave it to the homeless tabby. And he spent nights after long nights, listening to her play and giving her lessons, until she no longer played on street corners, but in grand concert halls. As for the sly fox, Itri visited him for every day of his prison sentence, befriending him and offering him advice. And when the fox finally walked out, free and unshackled, Itri gave him gold coin to start a business, which only grew and grew. The dachshund puppy, too, was not left unaided. Itri played with her, chiding the other pups if they dared to utter a snicker in her direction. And he taught her, slowly, how to read simple words, how to paint, how to ride a bicycle. Others would have given up, but he didn’t, and so she blossomed, slowly but surely.
To Itri, stars are nothing but the meanest and ugliest of matter, given a new burst of life. Burning with raw energy, and raw hope. And so that is what he does; his little secret. It is not magic or pixie dust that he works with, when he makes his stars. Just energy. Just hope.
It is easy to make stars, he says. Easy to form them, warm and glowing, in his palms.
Not as easy to make people. It takes infinitely more hope.
But they burn infinitely brighter.
Perhaps it is because of this that he sees a shining star in everyone else. In the dirty and ragged homeless tabby, playing the accordion for spare change, he sees an untapped musical talent. In the sly fox making headlines for masterminding a bank robbery, he sees leadership and astuteness that could have been turned for good. In the plump dachshund puppy who is always just a little bit slower than all her littermates, slow to walk and slow to learn, he sees kindness and goodness of heart.
And Itri tries, too, to mold them and form them - into what they ought to be. He formed a violin out of leftover stardust, and gave it to the homeless tabby. And he spent nights after long nights, listening to her play and giving her lessons, until she no longer played on street corners, but in grand concert halls. As for the sly fox, Itri visited him for every day of his prison sentence, befriending him and offering him advice. And when the fox finally walked out, free and unshackled, Itri gave him gold coin to start a business, which only grew and grew. The dachshund puppy, too, was not left unaided. Itri played with her, chiding the other pups if they dared to utter a snicker in her direction. And he taught her, slowly, how to read simple words, how to paint, how to ride a bicycle. Others would have given up, but he didn’t, and so she blossomed, slowly but surely.
To Itri, stars are nothing but the meanest and ugliest of matter, given a new burst of life. Burning with raw energy, and raw hope. And so that is what he does; his little secret. It is not magic or pixie dust that he works with, when he makes his stars. Just energy. Just hope.
It is easy to make stars, he says. Easy to form them, warm and glowing, in his palms.
Not as easy to make people. It takes infinitely more hope.
But they burn infinitely brighter.
Written by Tar #1249086
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Trading: Yes
Breeding No
Trading: Yes
Breeding No