Animal Activities #58

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Lumo was a grey cat, and was a resident of the quiet neighbourhood of a fishing-village, and his eyes as white as the moonlight. He was not a part of anyone but all people are a part of Lumo. He used hot nets to sleep, heard the tales of the sailors and ate fish head like a king.

However, there was a secret Lumo kept--at night when the village was slumbering he could hear the voices of the sea.

One evening the sea was more noisier than ever before.

It had lost its recollections, "Lumo," it said.

The cat was probing and adventurous and swimming in the wet sand, was agitated by the waves. and brilliant forms arose of the foam-- shells of glory and shadow of ruins and voices of tempests long since forgotten. The sea which was told about the sailing of the people away and the taking away of stories but never was the returning of them.

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I need one of you, the sea, to store my memories. Some small, silent, loyal one.

Lumo was thinking in his tail. He had lived, and wasted his life, hoarding his hours of laughter in the taverns, of tears in the partings, the pleasantness of the docks in the sunshine.

"I will help," he meowed.

And so Lumo has been wandering about on the shore since that night as though gathering the memories up, reaping memories which were never left behind them in the unconsciousness of the first attempt of the courage of the child, of the hope of the fisherman, of the lullaby of the grandmother. The sea was all the more shining upon a time when a wave fell on him.

It was because so soon the storms had hushpuppied, the sunsets had been richer, and the village had been hushpuppied without any idea how.

Years passed. Lumo developed silver in his fur and his gait was retarded. One day he was lying one night and he scrambled in bed.

You have already taken more than I gave, sea.

He went slum-slum beside Lumo, and went bang-bang among the water, and was a rock of lights on the water.

Even sailors affirm such until now that, when the sea is clear at night, it is Lumo the cat,--because he is busy of safeguarding the forgotten happenings of the world--that he has come to educate us that the little heart may always have something great in it.

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