“You and your dear old Dad have about 30-minutes to ‘talk’ and then we will get busy.”
Pauly turned to my Dad and said “tell him what he needs to know Jarred, we will send
Kayla to come fetch you.” He hopped off the bed and before he even hit the floor he
flapped his wings and in one smooth fluent motion he flew off with Micky. They
jockeyed each other until they were
out of sight. I could hear their laughing as it faded
into the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.
Dad came over and sat on the bed next to me, “so, what would you like to know first
Matt?” The question was exactly what my brain needed to get into gear. Boy did I have
some questions!
“Where are we Dad? What is going on? I can’t believe what I just saw, is it true, can they
speak or am I going crazy? Shouldn’t I be afraid I mean they can talk, what is going on?”
“Whoa, easy tiger, one question at a time. Why don’t we start with the ‘where are we’
question?” I nodded in agreement. “Okay, well, as you know, we are in Mozambique,
technically.” Dad got up and motioned for me to follow him. We walked out of the door
onto soft warm pearly white beach sand towards the ocean. The water sparkled under
the golden sun. We stopped at a small round table with two benches on either side,
above was a round leaf covered sun shade, it was a perfect spot where you could see up
and down the beach perfectly. The shore went on for as far as the eye could see in
either direction, I had not gathered enough courage yet to look inland.
“What I mean by ‘technically’ is that this is a part of Mozambique that people cannot
see unless they are
shown that it is here, or believe that it is here. In both cases there
are literally only a handful of people in the world who have seen it or believe that this,
and other places like this, exist.”