Chapter Seven
Epilogue
Oh what joy! Poe-Sam could not believe his eyes! But it was TRUE – Cedric was still alive!
They spent the early hours of that Christmas Day laughing and dancing and chasing each other through the trees as they once did!
That afternoon as they snacked on acorns, Cedric told his story: The accident had left him slightly injured and confused. He had wandered around for quite some time. Finally, he had found a little den in which he could rest and get better.
He had never given up hope that one day he would find his brother.
From his treetop perch, old K. Row had seen everything that day, but told no one. He was satisfied to see the two brothers separated and unhappy. However, Poe-Sam’s act of kindness had touched his heart.
Christmas Day at McLean’s home was a joyous occasion. There were gifts and singing and visitors and telephone calls. And every conversation would somehow work its way around to the story of Mr. Poe-Sam’s Christmas dinner.
That night as the roaring fire in the fireplace settled down to a few glowing embers, McLean kissed Mom and Dad good night. They talked warmly about the blessed day they had enjoyed.
And just as McLean rounded the staircase to make her way to bed, she glanced out the large picture window at the back of the house. There in the soft light sat – not one but two - happy little silver opossums.
It was Mr. Poe-Sam and Cedric, his brother. This time the little girl with loving eyes and the two opossums gazed at one another for a silent moment.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Poe-Sam… to you and your friend.” McLean said.
Merry Christmas indeed!
They spent the early hours of that Christmas Day laughing and dancing and chasing each other through the trees as they once did!
That afternoon as they snacked on acorns, Cedric told his story: The accident had left him slightly injured and confused. He had wandered around for quite some time. Finally, he had found a little den in which he could rest and get better.
He had never given up hope that one day he would find his brother.
From his treetop perch, old K. Row had seen everything that day, but told no one. He was satisfied to see the two brothers separated and unhappy. However, Poe-Sam’s act of kindness had touched his heart.
Christmas Day at McLean’s home was a joyous occasion. There were gifts and singing and visitors and telephone calls. And every conversation would somehow work its way around to the story of Mr. Poe-Sam’s Christmas dinner.
That night as the roaring fire in the fireplace settled down to a few glowing embers, McLean kissed Mom and Dad good night. They talked warmly about the blessed day they had enjoyed.
And just as McLean rounded the staircase to make her way to bed, she glanced out the large picture window at the back of the house. There in the soft light sat – not one but two - happy little silver opossums.
It was Mr. Poe-Sam and Cedric, his brother. This time the little girl with loving eyes and the two opossums gazed at one another for a silent moment.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Poe-Sam… to you and your friend.” McLean said.
Merry Christmas indeed!
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