Life with the Danbos
My relationship with the Danbo Brothers has never been paternalistic. It was clear from the moment these two little guys came to live with us that, although we all enjoy each others’ company immensely, the Danbo Brothers neither wanted nor needed a caretaker. They immediately established their keen requirement for total freedom and complete independence. The Danbo Brothers have always come and gone of their own accord and, right from the get-go, they demonstrated that their diminutive size did not in any way limit them. I fully understood their need for independence and we have lived together in perfect harmony ever since.
I never quite know when the Danbo Brothers will disappear or, for that matter, pop up again. It’s a quality I rather enjoy about them, as it keeps life interesting around here. I like the fact that I never know what adventures they might be up to next. That being said, after I dispatched the Danbo Brothers on an emergency mission to replenish my dwindling chocolate supplies (see my previous post, Cold Snap Dwindles Essential Fuel Supplies), I fully expected them to return tout de suite bearing lots of chocolate.
But the Danbo Brothers did not return tout de suite. They are, in fact, still out there somewhere, roaming about, who knows where, undoubtedly having fun. And although this time around, they’ve been away for longer than usual, I’m not worried about them. Surprisingly, given the fact that I eventually had to risk life and limb to venture out into the frigid cold myself to replenish my dangerously low chocolate supplies (all suited up in my Arctic wear and looking like the Michelin Tire Man to brave the elements), I’m not even a little miffed. I’m simply exceedingly curious as to where the brothers could possibly be. And what on earth could they be up to this time?
Each day, I wonder when the boys will turn up again. Every now and again, I pull out the Danbo Brothers’ photo album to thumb through a few pages. Or I catch myself looking out the window, to see if I can spot them trundling up the block together. If I awaken in the night, I strain to listen, wondering if I might hear their little whispering voices. I also find myself looking at the special little gift they gave me, a quaint, old-fashioned sort of gift, a necklace with a gold locket bearing their photo inside. When they first gave it to me, I was charmed and thought it rather sweet but I set it in my jewellery box. Now, I find myself pulling it out, opening the hinged door, gazing fondly at their sweet, happy faces and smiling to myself.
To find out who the Danbo Brothers are and how they came into my life, check out my previous post: Meet the Danbo Brothers.
For more Danbo Adventures, see The Danbo Brothers Category
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