DON & SANCHO. . .The Saga Continues

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

EARLY MORNING JO JO AND A STRIPPED ZEBRA

While he was on vacation at the Fort in the West our noble young knight came into Grandpa Sanchos’ bedroom early nearly every morning except when Santa Claus came. Grandpa Sancho was still almost bedridden following surgery on the injury received in the much earlier jousting event. Don Andrew would always peer around the door as he opened it and give Grandpa Sancho a really big grin. Then he broke into a run to climb up on the bed with his old sidekick. In the meantime, this old share cropper had to hurry to get Jo Jo, the Disney clown, tuned onto the television as Don Andrew nestled beside this old man.

On one morning these two were intently watching Jo Jo and The Wiggles and Don Andrew was ready for breakfast. He always wanted grapes but the Duke and Duchess had him eat something a little more nutritional before he could have grapes. As he left for breakfast, he looked straight at this knight’s squire and said, Sancho Panza, we need a donkey. Then he ran off for breakfast.

Befuddled and confused this old grandpa laid on the bed wondering how he was going to come up with a donkey for his small grandson. As he set his gaze on the clutter of the bedroom shelves, Sancho Grandpa had a great thought as he saw the face of a small stuffed zebra staring at him. Why not have a striped donkey?

Grandpa Sancho loves zebras more than most animals in the wild. Zebras are strong, graceful and yet very open to becoming the prey of predators. In a recent university class, the professor asked each member of the group to choose a symbol that each member thought best reflected his or her qualities. Of course, this studious squire chose the zebra. At the conclusion
of the semester each group member shared a gift with each other member. A very nice lady who is Grandpa Sancho’s good friend gave him that zebra inside a black and white stripped ceramic holder.

Now this university student believes in education. It is quite an extraordinary discovery to find out this old laborer could launch a new career with a new and different Master’s Degree. Riding on donkeys and in wagons is getting the best of this old traveler. It’s time to slow down a bit and live the rest of the time on this planet continuing to serve others in a different capacity.

After all these thoughts it was time to call for Don Andrew and try to present the zebra as a donkey with stripes. Well, our young knight is far too sharp for that. Grandpa, that’s a zebra and he has too much hair. The zebra did have a big fuzzy mane. But Andrew, we could get Grandma Sancha to cut the mane.

At that point Don Andrew would have nothing to do with Grandpa Sancho’s nonsense. The zebra was returned to its holder. A couple of days later after the wagon was loaded to head east Don Andrew came running in and asked, Where’s my stripped donkey? Who knows about the imagination of a 3½ year old boy? As he headed east for his home, Don Andrew had that little zebra securely tucked in his hand. It was a gift from his old Grandpa. He would make do with the best donkey he could get. What a neat kid!

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