Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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<strong>The</strong> Experiment 123<br />
While I scooped out a healthy portion of Pro-Life Lite (“for<br />
older or inactive dogs”), Arnold helped himself to a glass of ice<br />
and filled it with Scotch. I boiled up some water for raspberry tea.<br />
“Well?” said Arnold.<br />
“Well yourself,” I grumped.<br />
Silence.<br />
“It’s a fair cop,” said Arnold. “She’s in safe hands.”<br />
“Yeah? What about me?”<br />
“As it happens, I have some ideas . . .”<br />
Well, Arnold is nothing if not inventive. His suggestions would<br />
certainly disturb my life, but on the other hand they might enhance<br />
it as well. I felt more than a spark of interest. Being outside hadn’t<br />
been so bad after all. I learned something new, and I still felt me. I<br />
wasn’t happy that Rachel was gone, but you don’t lose somebody<br />
like her just because she’s not beside you.<br />
“I’ll have to sleep on it,” I said cautiously.<br />
But meanwhile there was this <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong> business to wrap<br />
up. Was Brillig on to something important? Was the whole idea<br />
just a flash in the pan, another dead end? Was it worth pursuing?<br />
After staring at the wall for a few days, I realized that my questions<br />
were academic. I knew where my energy wanted to go. Like<br />
Ms. <strong>Little</strong>, believed or not, I had to speak out. That was my destiny.<br />
I sat down at the computer and made a tentative start.<br />
I got back from the bank just as Rachel was pulling out. She rolled<br />
down her window.<br />
“Sunny hasn’t had her walk,” she called. “Oh, and there’s a special<br />
delivery letter on your desk. Don’t know who it’s from, I didn’t<br />
open it. Gotta fly!”<br />
And she blew me a kiss, off to her class.<br />
“Yeah!” said Arnold. “Do it.”<br />
And I did.