William George

“Hey, I understand. I was in my own shell just re-
cently. I know what it’s like. Wanna talk about it?”

“No! There’s nothing to talk about! I am fine I tell
you! Go away! Leave me alone!”

The Screamer Freed had to realize that this screamer
wanted to stay where he was. That was his choice.

“Choices, that’s it. We all have choices to make. I
make my choices and let others make their own choices.”

The Screamer Freed began to walk his path. He was
having second thoughts about leaving his shell.

“Maybe I should have stayed. It could have been
safer. Maybe it wasn’t so bad a place to be.”

Eagle’s piercing shrill echoed in the sky. The
Screamer Freed watched with respect as Eagle soared.
Eagle spread his wings and flew over the meadow, flew
over the path. He scanned the contours of the bumpy
path that lay in front of the Screamer Freed. Eagle de-
scended from sky to earth. Eagle swooped down and
again ascended into the sky. The Screamer Freed raised
his arms to Eagle, raised his arms to sky.

“I made the right choice for me. I will walk.”

Eagle soared into the horizon. The Screamer Freed
walked his path on his journey to expression.

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