Swearing in Geesese
by Paul Mannering
Jessie and Tim came hurtling down from the house to the creek paddock. Their bare feet ran sure and quick on the lush pasture, tough soles black with dirt and Jessie’s long corn blonde hair escaping the blue ribbon to fly out behind her like a kite’s tail. They came skidding to a halt and then breathless and shining they walked through the verdant grass to where a towering row of flax bushes grew along the edge of the creek. Jessie watched with wide eyes as Tim heaved on a long dark stem of flax, the stalks were chocolate coloured and Jessie knew they were magic because they floated in the water.
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