Tatlow The Sailor - Part Fifteen by J.M.Okano

     By now the three friends had acquired a campstove.  Marcel made soup for Saskia and Tatlow.  Saskia felt better.  They went on busking and travelling till they reached Tennessee and the friendly city of Nashville.  They checked into a motel during a torrential rainstorm and dried off, relieved to be out of the weather.
     Suddenly the rain stopped and soon the green grass carpeting the ground was covered with hundreds of fireflies jumping and glowing in the twilight.  Dozing off, Marcel realized that Heaven is a place and went off to Dreamland.  Saskia puttered about taking her tummy-ache syrup and Tatlow sang a song sailors sing, a sea shanty, for he missed the sea and wanted to be back there.  Sponsible mooed.  Honesty chattered.  The evening was warm and muggy. 

Fireflies jumping on the carpet of green grass outside their motel window

     Suddenly there was a rat-a-tat at the door and there was Marcel's Daddy.

TO BE CONTINUED