This week’s gorgeous photo made me think of many things, including the wonderful poem Ozymandias, which I urge you to read if you haven’t before. In eschewing skin-disease and Neptune, I eventually settled on the wonders of myth and legend, but a few iterations later, this story is another step removed. If the last line doesn’t make sense for you, click on the link to read about the reference Mummy is making. As always, I welcome your comments.
“Mike says Simon told Adam that Danny’s brother saw Luke climb the old oak tree and fight off an eagle to steal her egg, and then climb back down with it in his mouth, and now it’s going to hatch and he’s going to have a pet eagle. Like Harry Potter.”
The breathless report was delivered along with Matty’s backpack, all before he was through the school gate.
“Harry Potter had an owl,” I mused.
“Mummy! Luke’s a hero! And a thief! Aren’t you going to punish him?”
“Well, let’s find out what happened first. Three-and-fourpence won’t help the advance.”