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The Eyes & The Impossible

RDQ:	1966	Max Word/Sent	68	Total Words	3069		Diff Words	819
Lex	890	Ave Word/.Sent	13	Hi Freq occurs	2321	75.6%	Hi freq	338	41.3%
AR	4.9	Long Sentences	22.1	Low Freq occurs	171	5.6%	Low freq	132	16.1%

This is a work of fiction. no places are real places. no animals are real animals. And, most crucially, no animals symbolize people. it is a tendency of the human species to see themselves in everything, to assume all living things, animals in particular, are simply corollaries to humans, but in this book, that is not the case here the dogs are dogs, the birds are birds, goats are goats, the bison bison.
chapter one
I turn I turn I turn before I lie to sleep and I rise before the sun. I sleep inside and sleep outside and have slept in the hollow of thousand year old tree. when I sleep I need warmth I need quiet I need freedom from sound. when I sleep I dream of mothers and clouds,  clouds are messengers of God, and I dream of pupusas for I love pupusas and eat them with gusto.
 I am a dog called Johannes and I've seen you. I've seen you in this park, my home. if you've come to this park, my vast green and windblown park by the sea, I have seen you. I have seen everyone who has been here, the walkers and runners and bikers and horse riders and the bison seekers and the picnickers and The Archers in their cloaks. when you have come here you have come to my home, where I am the eyes.
 I've seen all of you here the big and small and tall and odorous. The travelers and tourists and locals and roller skating humans and those who played their brass under the mossy bridge and the jitterbug people who dance over that other bridge, and bearded humans who tried to send flying discs into cages but usually fail. I see all in this park because I am the eyes and have been entrusted with seeing and reporting all. ask the turtles about me. asked the squirrels. don't ask the ducks. the ducks know nothing. 
I run like a rocket. I run like a laser. you have never seen speed like mine. when I run I pull at the earth and make it turn. have you seen me? you have not seen me. not possible. you are mistaken. no one has seen me running because when I run human eyes are blind to me. I run like light. have you seen the movement of light. Have you?
You have not seen the movement of life. but still I like you. you did not expect this or deserve this but I do. I like you.
 I was born here. it's a story. my mother was housekept and still is. but when she was pregnant she came here to a hollow in a tree and waited for us to be born. I don't know and she doesn't know why she chose to have us in the woods rather than in the safety of her human home, for she lived then in a human home, and she has A tag and is fed daily and petted always and cared for by human doctors who have kept her alive so long so much longer than she would have lived out here. Why she had us out here, I don't know, but she did and when we all came out of her, oily and whimpering she did an unexpected thing; she picked one of us and brought that one Leonard my brother to her human lair and apparently her humans were thrilled to have her back home and delighted with her new son. the rest of us she left in the hollow of that tree.
 I an not bitter.
 I am a comet.
 I have vague recollections of another dog feeding us pups in those early days. I have cloudy memories of that dog smell. but was it a dog? or was it a fox or raccoon? janie says it was an owl. Joanie says it was a squirrel. those are my sisters Joanie and Janie. there is also my brother Steven. someone fed us for those crucial first days, and it was only a few weeks before we could fend for ourselves and we did. we fended and we grew and we were good. Leonard was being fed from a kibble bag while we scrounged for what we could find in the park.
 we were hungry but we were free. I still fend and I still scrounge and am still free, have always been free. no one feeds me. I am unkept and free. this is my life. God is the sun. clouds are her messengers. rain is only rain.]]
 this park is enormous. I'm not a math expert but I believe it is ten thousand miles along its length and about three thousand along its width. it is long and narrow and it leads from the Gray city all the way to a rough Gray patch of angry ocean that meets a vast windy beach where people drown three or four times a year in the sinewy muscles of the savage sea.
 I've been to this beach and have not drowned. I have crossed roads and highways and I remain unharmed. I've bitten the leg or two when necessary and I have leapt from a rooftop and came away fine.
 I am strong.
 I stared straight into a solar eclipse and nothing happened. 
I cannot be defeated.
 maybe I'll never die.
 in those early days, Joanie and Janie and Steven and I found the garbage near the snack vendors and we ate heartily from said garbage. it was so easy and we ate well. we ate half eaten hot dogs and parts of pretzels and drank incomplete juices and sodas and spit out the sodas for they were offensive to us then and still are now. there was so much food here, so much that it was, and still is, so easy to eat often and well.
 then Joanie and Janie and Steven disappeared and it was strange how it happened. we were still puppies, I know that now. we were all puppies and we're watching the humans dancing near the bridge one day, just the four of us sitting and watching the band and the dancing, when suddenly human hands lifted them, Joanie and Stephen, saying things about how they were puppies and so small and so fuzzy and I thought, no. I thought no, and told Janie run but she thought yes and said yes, and stayed, she was lifted up too.
 so they were taken by humans and I assume they became kept dogs pets and I ran into the woods where I remained free and became the eyes.
 chapter 2 
how I became the eyes. Yes. it is a story. one day, as I ran like light through the park, I heard a rumbling voice.
 Stop, It said.
 I would never think of stopping for anyone, for I am free and fast but this voice was both commanding and kind, a motherly sort of voice, so I did not stop, no I did not stop just like that, how could I? but I slowed the speed of sound.
 come here please, the voice said and I slowed to the speed of an airplane and came closer to the voice, which seemed to be coming from a fur covered boulder. the boulder was speaking to me through the woods.
 come closer; the voice asked; and I slowed to regular mortal mammal at top speed and came closer and saw that the boulder was a living thing; a bison. I had seen the bison from far away, from the road that cuts through the park and along which I sometimes run because I like to race. oh Lord I am so much faster. it's just a cruel joke how much faster I am. it is embarrassing to cars and the humans that drive them and the humans that make them. I render them silly but I am not sorry.
come here and talk to me, the voice said, and when I did so, I could see this bison up close and could see that she was very old. this was Freya. I am not a scientist of time but I estimate she was six thousand years old. she's now older still.
 she was one of three bison the other two are Meredith and Samuel who live in a large fenced in park within the park. they have been here always and they are slow moving and often tired, it seems, but they have ruled the park for millions of years or more. 
I have seen you run Freya said to me, her eyes huge and heavy lidded. you are very fast she said and I nodded seriously. Pridefully. We,  the rulers of this park need to know what happens within it, and most of the rabbits are gone now, and the owls are unreliable.
 they make up things and they have their own agenda, Meredith said, not unkindly. Meredith was the warmest of the three, the first to believe, the first to encourage.
 and of course the ducks are morons ,Samuel said. he was the most cynical, the most tired, the most funny.
 I knew the rabbits had disappeared, but did not know this about the owls, about their unreliability. I made a mental note ]]
to remember that owls have their own agenda. the ducks. though I already knew they were morons. we would like you to be our eyes, Freya  said.
 you would be good, Meredith said.
 I wanted to be their eyes so I became the eyes.
 don't screw it up, Samuel said.
 and so it was. my task was simple but crucial. I would run the park daily as I already did, but now after sunset each day, I would report to the bison what I had seen. was there anything new the bison wanted to know. was there anything troubling? was there anything that they needed to know about that might upset the equilibrium?
 the park has an equilibrium, it's all natural places do, and the bison watch and protect it. they are the keepers of the equilibrium. if the equilibrium is upset there are problems if the parks people cut a new path across the width of the park. that means more people will come where the animals and been alone and undisturbed, and that might upset the balance. if there are new buildings, that upsets the equilibrium. new roads, new rules. all affect the equilibrium.
 the system, our system, is a good one. I see something, I tell the bison. they conjure a solution. when there was a new road]]
 cutting through the forest where most of the raccoons lived, I told the bison and they decided where and when the raccoons needed to relocate. when the foxes and the squirrels have disagreements over territory, I report this to the bison and they decide who gets what. when a mass of humans is being too destructive and disrespectful of the land, I tell the bison and they direct Bertrand and his birds to drop truly uncomfortable amounts of feces on these humans. problem solved. and it all starts with when I see. the news I gather.
 most of my news is about the humans. they run and roller skate and picnic and generally do what they should do in parks. they play croquet. they climb trees. bikes are ridden and paths are walked. such people are not a problem. but then there are people who are a problem. there are the Concerteers and the campers, both of whom can be problems. the Concerteers come once a year, and when they do they play deafening music in the grass in the Oval and this is a problem. the Concerteers come from near and far and generally have not been to our park before and they have no idea where they are, or that it is a place in and of itself, a place inhabited by thousands of permanent residents like myself, and not simply a stage for their standing and nodding and twirling. the Concerteers nearly ruin the park once a year with their noise and garbage and vomit and indiscriminate urination.
 but they leave. they leave and we can recover.]]
 the campers are complicated some stay and have stayed for years and we know them by name and some of them are not at all a problem. Marianne and Dennis sleep in a tidy tent near the duck pond and have been here as long as I have. Thomas, near blind, feeds birds and squirrels and lives by the sea; he's been here for what some say is a thousand years. all of these campers are like us they live quietly, and they walk gently, gently ,gently. in the woods. they respect the equilibrium.
 but then there are trouble travelers. these humans are not so good. they eat and drink smelly things and are sick and loud. they fight and they steal. they leave bottles and papers and feces. they attack strangers and mistreat animals. they make the woods perilous and they make them smell. usually they travel through the park in big and loud vehicles. they are passing through, on their way from and to other places. they do not care about our home.
 most humans, though, pass through and are fine. I know this is their park as much as it is mine. the bison understand this. the turtles and squirrels understand this. the ducks understand nothing, but that's another thing entirely.
 most humans live in their pale concrete homes on their Gray asphalt streets and come through for an hour or two and I watch them. I watch the runners and horse riders and The Archers. I watch the soccer players and soccer watchers. I watch the families and their children suddenly let loose. I watched the dog walkers and laugh at the kept dogs. oh I laughed like this.
these kept dogs on their leashes, they pretend I'm laughing with them and not at them and that makes me laugh harder.
 Delightful.l delightful. Delightful. 
I laugh at how they are kept and how they pretend to be free like me. they act all casual with me, like the leash is no problem. like they would just as soon be free like me, like they could be free if they wanted, but that is a joke I laugh at with great fervor. I laugh so much I cry and cry and cry enormous tears of limitless mirth.
 Not free is not free. these kept dogs know the difference and have chosen the kibble in a bag. they have chosen the under table leftovers. they have chosen the roof overhead and the leash. the leash. the leash. the leash. I say, for I am a different breed.]]
Three
 I want to tell you when my days changed. it was not long ago. I would estimate it to be about two hundred years ago. it came after a night of a billion stars siblings to our sun.
 I live in the hollow of a million year old tree that died a thousand years ago but still stands in the middle of the park wrapped in Ivy. so this day, after the night of so many sun siblings, I woke in my hollow before dawn and stretched and shook. I ran like a light to the ocean to wash off and to wake myself in the bone splitting cold of the frothy shore. on the windy sand I saw a few jogging people some mindless jellyfish, clear and round and glistening, who had beached themselves, and saw the waking sky going from black to blue to Violet to pink to orange to yellow, and then I went back to the park, clean and awake.
 there was nothing happening this day. I crossed the highway like a colossus and passed the sleeping windmill and then went about my rounds.  I passed the ducks' lake, which smells very bad, and there were the ducks, as usual, who do not mind the smell because they are ducks.
 I crossed over to check out what the human Archers were doing. they were only a few so early. one was wearing a heavy yellow cloak that tickled the grass as she walked. it looks so dramatic, the sweep of yellow against the dewy green of the archery field. next to the archery grass there is the soccer complex and that was full of young players and their parents. I stayed to watch for a bit but strangely they played no soccer. they ran in place and jumped and sat and turned themselves in strange positions and did much cavorting and chanting and I grew weary and left.
 under tent two humans sat at a table, and seemed to be taking money from parents, and putting it into a small silver box, the money they were using was The Dirty green paper I've seen; this kind I'm not interested in. I like the coins.
the coins! I love the silver, the copper. when they shine in the sun I want them. I stare and stare. a few times I've brought coins into my hollow, but in the dark of my hollow they shine no more, so now I leave them in the sun. yes, I look for them to shine in the sun so I can stare and stare.]]
 but not too long! you cannot stare too long or you'll be caught. I will be caught. this is how Steven and Janie and Joanie were caught, by standing and staring, and I will not be caught.
 instead I look and revel into silver and copper and then I move. I move like a crack of Thunder.
In the equestrian circle, the people sat atop the horses like kings and Queens as the horses trotted inconsequentially in the little circles and I got bored with that, too. I went to the shallow pond where the people sailed their tiny boats and there, a round man I hadn't seen before had brought a new toy boat that went very fast. it was small, smaller than me the size of a large squirrel and its speed was intriguing to me. The boat was low and shaped like an Arrowhead and I watched it circle the shallow pond in no time.]]

Subjective Criteria

Illustrations: No support

Vocabulary: Some difficult words

Language: Many descriptive words

Sentences: Many Long Complex

Text structure: Story/Poem

Concepts: Abstract/Complex Environmental

Chapters

Mature concepts: With common experiences or clear fantasy

Features

Character traits

Integral Setting

Simple Plot

First Person

Topic

Teams/Teamwork

Environment

Self Esteem

Courage

Pride

Habitat

Islands

*Habitats/Environments

*Feelings, Behaviors

Relationships

Low Frequency Words

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