"Just let go of the branch. And land on my back," he answered.
"Are you sure it will work?" the angel asked.
"Have faith," he said.
And the angel did have faith. After all, she was an angel.
Esther let go of the branch and dropped once again. This time she scooted in a straight line through leaves and branches. It was as if a perfect trail had prepared the way.
Down and down she went. Past the watchful eye of the hawk. Falling from the sight of the eagle.
Even past bushy red.
Esther had a perfect landing right on top of a feathery back. The shock scared a raccoon hanging from a nearby limb. He ran up the tree.
"Thanks and more thanks," were words barely heard above the angel's thumping heart. She flapped her wings slowly, back and forth. Then flew around a little, testing.
Good. Everything was okay.
Her rescuer's eyes grew large at the beautiful sight before him. Now there was a glow around the angel. And she turned bright as the morning sun.
It brought comforting warmth to his young feathers.
"I wish I could be beautiful like you," the cygnet said.
"You will," answered the angel. "One day every creature in the forest will stare at your beauty."
"Oh sure," the cygnet said. "Compared to all those colorful ducks, I sure look ugly."
The angel smiled as she flapped her wings. Her reddish cheeks were full of understanding.
She headed off to her new assignment. But, not before he heard her soft voice call back, "Have faith."
And the little cygnet did grow into one of the most beautiful swans in the forest.
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2009 Richard & Esther Provencher
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