By Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Three vintage event tales, reminders of either the romance and the truth of the pioneer period of aviation: evening Flight; Wind, Sand and Stars; and Flight to Arras. advent by means of Richard Bach. Translated via Lewis Galantière and Stuart Gilbert.
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It sounded like someone was in there torturing him. I opened the door, and as soon as he saw me he stopped. I reached in and pet him for a couple of minutes, then left again. Standing on the other side of the door, I began to count. One, two, three . . He made it seven seconds before the yips and cries began again. We repeated the exercise several times, all with the same result. I was tired and decided it was time for him to cry himself to sleep. I left the garage light on for him, closed the door, walked to the opposite side of the house, and crawled into bed.
We never parked there, using it more as a storage and utility room. The washer and dryer were out there, along with our ironing board. The room was dry and comfortable and had a rear door that led out into the fenced backyard. And with its concrete ﬂoor and walls, it was virtually indestructible. ” I had scattered chew toys around, laid newspa- Marley & Me 31 pers down in the middle of the ﬂoor, ﬁlled a bowl with water, and made a bed out of a cardboard box lined with an old bedspread. “And here is where you’ll be sleeping,” I said, and lowered him into the box.
As the days unfolded I saw in my young wife a calm, gentle, nurturing side I had not known existed. She held him; she caressed him; she played with him; she fussed over him. She combed through every strand of his fur in search of ﬂeas and ticks. She rose every couple of hours through the night— night after night—to take him outside for bathroom breaks. That more than anything was responsible for him becoming fully housebroken in just a few short weeks. Mostly, she fed him. Following the instructions on the bag, we gave Marley three large bowls of puppy chow a day.
Airman's Odyssey by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry