side to the other as they dealt with question after question.
The other adults around them either had their eyes up
towards each other or pointed down into the depths of the
canyon. The children wiggled at their parents’ knees, but it
was dreadfully obvious to Problem-Solver that no one was
really tending to their own brood.
Just then, a man stood and cried aloud. “Greetings
all! I am Coach Biehl from God’s Creation Church in Las
Vegas. I am so honored to be your spiritual guide as we
celebrate God’s creation on this National Day of Prayer!
At God’s Creation Church we strive to coach you to be
what God created you to be. You’re welcome to join us
anytime from…”
Problem-Solver lost interest in the human’s
crowing and focused instead on the crowd. The adults had
fallen quiet and were intent on the man speaking at them.
Occasionally one would holler an exclamation, baying like
an aroused elk. At other times, one would look down to
hush a child huddled up to their waist.
As she perused the crowd, Problem-Solver’s gaze
was drawn to a child at the end. The child was a true
youngling, still learning appropriate communication
techniques and unsteady on her feet. The adults near the
child were not paying attention, clearly having delegated
responsibilities to a slightly older child. The older child, to
his benefit, would dutifully retrieve the younger one after
she wandered too far. With each expedition though, she
wandered farther and farther away. Her wandering caused
Problem-Solver’s feathers to quiver with anticipation.
Suddenly, the human at the front spoke a few
final words, and the whole crowd let their heads swing
down and their eyes close. Their hands either clasped
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