How happy they are, Matica thought, looking after them. I wish I could have a friend
like Emelio. Oh, well, at least I have Tamo, but he’s a bird, not a human.
The dragonfly was still there and she said to it, ‘You
are supposed to be small, but not me. If only the Indians could understand.’
Presently the dragonfly hovered around the tree in
the bright afternoon sunshine. As she followed it with her eyes, it flitted
back and forth. ‘Your life is so carefree, but not mine.’ She sighed as the
dragonfly sped high into the sky, returned and came to a dead stop in an
instant, hovering in the heat of the day. Speeding up again, it disappeared
amongst the branches of the huge tree.
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