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[sid] => 1694
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Dickie Diver and Pool
[time] => 2002-08-04 07:18:43
[hometext] => First written years ago as a simple story for a children’s book, with colorful circus illustrations by my artist brother, I see this clearly now as an analogy on marriage.
[bodytext] => A diver named Dickie did tricks with a Pool,
spectacular somersaults high in the sky. He’d attract a loud crowd and was mighty proud to cause such applause when he’d fly. That Dickie was daring was very true for he couldn’t care less where he dove. It was up to the Pool, who knew that the rule, was to catch him, so quickly she’d move. The Pool possessed pride in the skill of her job. Self-assured, she’d rush to and fro. Her timing was great. She would never be late. And the crowd wildly cried, “Rah! Bravo!” But Dickie was naughty and haughty and vain and the cheers that he’d hear he’d not share. Though rightly vexed and somewhat perplexed, The Pool continued her catching with care. In time, though, she grew more irked by the stunts, over-worked and feeling ignored. It made her angry indeed. “You know what we need? A change in our arrangement!” she roared. Said the Pool, “I’m fretting for feeling the fool, for now getting credit when credit is due. You may be the star, but I am by far, just as important as you!” Dickie, outraged that he might be upstaged, put his nose in the air and declared, “It’s Dickie the Diver the fans come to see! Why should the glory be shared?” “I give you enough. The job’s not that tough. You’re part of my act and lucky to be.” The Pool smiled nicely, but said quite precisely, “Is that a fact? Try your act without me!” Indeed... “not that tough.” Off she went in a huff, though he didn’t believe she would go. Next day, mortified, Dickie’s eyes opened wide when he saw there was no Pool below. She meant what she said. It sunk into his head and he knew then what the Pool said was true. “You’re right,” he agreed, “the tricks would sure be nightly failures if it wasn’t for you.” “I have erred to assume the merit’s all mine. You surely should share in the praise. I’ve been selfish and vain and filled with disdain, but I’m willing to correct my ways.” The Pool listened intently to Dickie’s repent. He had learned well the lesson taught. She chose not to quit. They shook hands on it. The bargain was struck on the spot. So now, they are happy and the clapping is shared by both who are equally rated. And the sign at the gates of the circus tent states, “Dickie Diver and Pool, Incorporated.” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Patricia_Petro [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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