tapping with its beak, firmly but gently, to awaken the rivers of life
under the eyes of Zebra... at the side of the head... over the lips,
under the lips... the little bird was like a drummer drumming for life to
come back.
At one point Zebra took two really deep breaths and suddenly felt like
a burden was lifted, like getting air after being closed into a cave, like
finding light after darkness...
“What did you do little bird?” Zebra asked. But the little bird had flown
away... Zebra tried to explain to Gazelle what happened, but to
Gazelle it sounds like a fairytale, how silly it seemed...
That night when Gazelle tried to sleep, Zebra took the very tip of the
hoof and tapped ever so gently but firmly on the same healing points
around the eyes, lips, chest and hooves of Gazelle, and the reaction
was different... Gazelle went from irritated, to crying, to shivering, to
sleep... with a smile that only the sun could compete with... And as
the little bird knows and the river of life can tell, healing is possible
and can be passed on...