Sunday, March 17, 2013
SLICE #17- STAR AND THE BREAD FAIRY
My well-fed black lab, Star, has an intimate relationship with the bread fairy.
What? You don't know the bread fairy? Well, let me tell you a little about her.
The bread fairy makes regular visits to my neighborhood. I have never seen her, so I'm not sure if she is an exceptionally large fairy, or if bread fairies actually travel in small packs. I'm also not sure about the natural habitat of bread fairies, because I have never encountered one in Colorado before. I'm absolutely sure that the bread fairy lives in the neighborhood where I am living now.
Here's the bread fairy works. Two or three nights a week, right around dusk, the bread fairy flies through my neighborhood, depositing a variety of bread products- bagels, hamburger buns, baguettes. The bread fairy doesn't leave her gifts right out in the open-- instead she tucks them cleverly at the base of trees, under small shrubs, and in the middle of bushes.
Then she takes to the air and waits and watches for friends like Star.
Every night, after dinner, I buckle Star's harness, and off we go, for a two or three mile jaunt through the neighborhood. Star is a lab, with a lot of energy, but I keep the leash relatively short, and I can generally maintain some degree of dignity and decorum. With one exception.
When Star encounters the bread fairy.
Two or three times a week, we are trotting briskly along when all of a sudden Star comes to a dead halt, then begins traveling in a totally different direction, generally at a much greater rate of speed than we were previously going. She dives into the middle of a bush, or begins digging frantically under a tree.
When that happens, I know Star is having yet another encounter with the bread fairy.
I also know that there is no way I can drag her stubborn, determined, barrel-shaped body away from whatever it is she has just found so I might as well just wait.
Eventually Star emerges. Sometimes she has a piece of bread or half a sandwich. Sometimes it's a hamburger or hot dog bun. Occasionally she comes out with an entire baguette in her mouth. It's not usually totally fresh. But it's not usually moldy either. Instead, the bread looks to be at about crouton age.
Star joyfully deposits her treasure on the sidewalk. "Look, mom, look what I found!"
And then, if I'm not fast enough, she has a feast, chomping away happily, spewing bread crumbs all over the sidewalk.
And then, when she is finished, we continue our walk.
Star loves the bread fairy.