A dark, faceless morning. Mr. Red Tail was nowhere to be seen. No hint of sunshine, yet the sun had already risen. The overcast sky blanketed the land below, a feeble attempt to hide the remains of what looked like a war zone the morning after. That war zone was Competition Hill. No golden ripples shining from the early dawn light. For Mother G, her face wrinkled and torn as if she hadn't slept in days, it was another awakening. She was not smiling now, only wondering if her new role in lifes game is that of an abandoned dumpsite. Yet, only five hours earlier, thousands of people danced and cheered in her glory, only to leave what a poet would describe as defeat in the eyes of the innocent. The rhyme was silent, yet the wasteland was real.

There is another story here. Just an hour earlier, a visitor came wandering. Her eyes of wonder, and soft gentle feet, made way through Mothers rolling dunes. The curious eyes belonged to Ms. Fox. Her babies were now grown and out on their own. The excitement of being out on her own grew stronger with each passing moment, as if each new wash or bowl on her journey was a potential new home, a new neighborhood, a new friend.

The time was pre-dawn, her favorite time to hunt. Yet, the all night journey through Mother G had taken its toll on her, and now it was time to rest. She had traveled far, and a rest right now would be deserving. As her tired feet carried her down a gentle slope, she looked for a comfortable place to lay her head. Yet, the more she looked, the more she noticed that the terrain was different, almost as if new plants were growing on Mother, but they didn't look like anything she was used to seeing. The fine, silky sand of Mother G had now become coarse, sharp. She felt anxious as she slowly walked through Comp flats, not knowing what to expect. Although she treaded lightly, her soft feet could not stop the jagged edge of a broken bottle from slicing into her delicate paw. She let out a high pitched yelp into the quiet morning air, jumping away from the stinging, jagged piece of glass. She saw more and more of these jagged things all around her, and her curiosity turned to fear. She looked up and realized that she was not alone. Her eyes met with someone she called a friend, Slappy.

These were new surroundings to Ms. Fox, and she was scared. And what Slappy saw in her eyes made him cringe with sorrow. Her once comforting smile and grey eyes of wonder that Slappy enjoyed so often was replaced with blame and fear. In her mind, this was Slappy's fault, and she quickly ran away from him. Slappy was disgusted at the trashy wasteland that lay before him, but Ms. Fox didn't see that, and it hurt Slappy deep inside, and he began to cry. As Ms. Fox crested a distant dune, she looked back once more, looked at Slappy, then disappeared. Slappy's head hung in sorrow, and Mother G cried a silent tear.




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Wow, something unexpected and deeply profound from Slappy. "The rhyme was silent but the wasteland was real" This one is felt deep down.

sure makes ya think

Slappy, the realities of total idiots who don't care about themselves. It sure makes those of us who do care work alot harder. I'll bring more trash bags next time I come out. Wish I could make more trips like you locals do but i'll do my part when we arrive. Peace

<Profound momment of silence>


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Outstanding slappy. (Removes hat, places over my heart).
I'll be there for the mini clean up the 17th.
This should be as big an issue as keeping the dunes open.

Well done Slappy, I feel your pain.

Wow! I've been deeply touched by the poignant symbolism that has been depicted so eloquently.
Thankyou for careing, Slappy!

Saddening what people can do to the things they love!!!!!!!! Thanks Slap.

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL SLAPPY. WE CAN ONLY HOPE THAT MOTHER G AND MRS FOX, AS WELL AS THE ENVIROMENTALISTS, REALIZE THAT THE FEW DO NOT REPRESENT THE MANY.

effen Slappy! you NEVER cease to amaze, the glass is put there by destructive evil effers that could " give a rats ass", as I`m sure the slime would put it. If any of you guys new Slappy personally , not like I do , but you`d be AMAZED!!!!!!!!Brotheren, that story is true and seriously touching to the ones that care, a toast to Ms.Fox, that`s the kind of story that should make people realize they`re gonna have to start picking up other people, that are pigs, filth. It sucks but we gotta think of Ms. Fox, as Slappy put it.

Thank you brotheren, and everybody else for da kind words. This one hurt real bad, and Slappy still have a hard time readin it without sheddin a tear. What hurts da most is that da relationship Slappy had with Ms. Fox has now changed, Slappy saw it in her eyes: fear, pain, blame... it made Slappy's heart sink. Dat friendship we shared is now broken ...

It be sad dat even with all of us spreadin da word, it seems dat da word ain't sinkin in...we must never give up though, and lets just hope dat da people dat have control over closing Mother G never gives up on us either.



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