We were in the woods Sunday, and Frodo was happy and crazy as usual, as if they had released for the first time after years of captivity. As if John did not take him all day on the trail behind the house (about 3 km there and back), and as if, not worn at least once or twice a week in the woods for the note. Yet for every time he is a discovery, a frenzy, joy! Here point the nose down and starting to gallop toward a specific goal for him mysterious to us. Then he raises his head and sniffs the air for signs carried by the wind. I see his nose widen, shudder, like an antenna to move in search of the invisible. Felix, wary, predator, excavator depending on what the wind told him.
Yes, your missing something in us humans, we are ... .. "Smell blind". I like to recall a passage from Wind in the Willows (The Wind in the Willows ), in which Kenneth Grahame can grasp and describe, with its unique delicacy and sensitivity, a little 'of what happens to our friends in this world for us inaccessible and secret ....
(I have the book in English only, so I translate in a "homemade" .... I recommend that you read the book if you have the original, or the Italian version translated for good .... To me remains one of the most beautiful chapters of children's literature, Chapter V: Dulce Domum)
Rat and Mole walk fast and worried in the woods in the dark, is Later, the snow could arrive at any moment and the house of Rape in Riverbank is still far away.
"We others, who have long lost the most subtle of ways, we have not even the right words to express the set of communications that exist between an animal and its environment. We have only the word "smell", for example, to include a whole series of delicate emotions that whisper in the nose of an animal day and night, warning, urging, warning him or away. It was one of these mysterious fairy calls that started from nothing, suddenly reached Mole in the darkness, invading it with all its familiarity, while he, Mole, still could not clearly remember what it was. He stopped short, his nose was looking here and there, in an effort to recapture the tiny filament, the telegraphic current that had caught him so deeply. A moment longer, and felt it again, and with it this time came the memories, full wave.
House! This was what he meant those caressing appeals, those soft touches that are raised in the air, those invisible little hands pulling and pushing in one direction ... "
What follows is a hymn together instead of the house, as small that is, and friendship. It's worth dusting off our books of tales and fables for kids ... and not ;-)
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