|…and so, the diminutive mollusk began her tale.|
|The tern was all ears|
|The cormorant's eyes grew as big as saucers|
|The sandpiper wondered if it was just a fish story!|
Today a large hurricane lingers on the doorstep of Massachusetts where I live. I wonder how animals like a periwinkle experience an event like Hurricane Irene? Good Morning Irene!
On a more serious note, why should we care what a periwinkle thinks? That is, if periwinkles think at all (in the manner to which I am accustomed. It's a disturbing thought perhaps, but in our egomania, one that might stimulate a beautiful pearl to form around it. Maybe that's why we love pearls so much: in their core they harbor a question that proves the power of Life.