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    Little People & the Time-Rider
    Little People & the Time-Rider
    Little People & the Time-Rider
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    Little People & the Time-Rider

    By Michael A. Susko

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    Two friends unexpectedly enter the world of Little People who have musical names and plants that sing. The land, however, is soon invaded by giants, who can steal from the present and future. The key to battling the giants involves the mystery of time and help from a prehistoric creature. This classic utopian story, with its lyrical tone, opens the door to an alternate vision of the universe and challenges you to find your true name.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAllrOneofUs Publishing
    Release dateOct 28, 2019
    ISBN9781393037019
    Little People & the Time-Rider
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    Michael A. Susko

    The author, having degrees in philosophy and psychology, has taught a variety of classes, from dream interpretation to Indigenous studies. He has also helped to found and taught in a progressive charter school that used arts integration, in which two disciplines were intertwined. In his own research, he has embraced and published in a variety of topics. In this biographic series he hopes to share his life through sayings that has helped to guide his life. 

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      Little People & the Time-Rider - Michael A. Susko

      CHAPTER ONE: FLO ACROSS THE BAY

      As the morning fog lifted, Flora was surprised her eyes telescoped, seeing clearly to the far side of the bay. Earlier, she had been using high-powered military binoculars she had found in the house. Flora was dog-sitting three Chinese Shar-Peis who needed to be fed in a certain order, lest they fight. The only other thing she had to do at the house was open the windows to let in air. It was the middle of a hot summer, and the bay breeze brought some coolness.

      So, it hardly seemed possible that she could see, with an unaided eye, crystalline houses colored burnt-brown and orange. There were immense blue tulip flowers, half as tall as the houses. Little People, no more than four feet tall, were playing a circle game.

      Flora rubbed her eyes, realizing she must be dreaming, and looked at her watch. It was 3:30 p.m., and she remembered her friend Jim was supposed to come by later. She laid back in the lawn chair where she had been reading a book and closed her eyes. Images of Little People running in a circle still swirled in her mind.

      When Flora opened her eyes again, she found herself amid the crystalline houses. It must be  a lucid dream, she thought, picking up and throwing a stone. It skidded and thudded against an earthen bank near one of the houses. That sounds real...

      A series of pastel houses were pleasantly placed apart, and in front of one of them, children were playing games. Above them were mountains and billowy clouds, smudged with purple and edged with gold. It’s definitely another land....

      Flora checked her watch again. It still read 3:30 p.m. Does it matter? It’s not like I’m on a schedule here....

      Flora neared two Little People  who were tending plants and intently talking to one another. She found herself smiling and wondering why no one had noticed her.

      An older girl, who had been watching the children play, suddenly turned towards her and spoke with a high, lilting voice, "What a nice smile! You must be new here. Can I show you around?"

      Flora’s smile beamed. Why sure. I do feel new here. May I ask your name? Mine is Flora.

      Name? asked the Little Person. What do you mean by a name?

      It’s what you call someone, or something living. I guess it doesn’t have to be living. People name their cars and boats. But all people have names. My parents named me Flora. What are you called?

      Oh, here we go by a song. It sounds like you use a much shorter name. If you would like a name like ours, tell one that comes to mind. Make it sing-songy.

      Really? I’m thinking ... DoReMe?

      "That’s fine. But sing it:  ♬ Do Re Me ♬. Now, if you want to know my name,  I’ll sing it for you."

      Please do.

      The Little Person’s song was long and included rain, flashing thunderstorms, and rainbows. It lasted much longer than Flora thought any name could be, but she smiled all the while. When the Little Person finally stopped, Flora complimented, "What a long and beautiful name! But I’ll never remember that. What can I call you?"

      Why not DoReMe? ...that  will do for now, and you’ll be sure to remember it.

      Why is your real name so long?

      It’s more than a name, DoReMe explained. It’s the experiences I’ve had in my life––happy and sad, important and beautiful. They keep collecting, you see. Our name grows.

      Interesting ... It’s different from where I come. We’re mostly called by our first name, and usually it gets shortened.

      Where do you come from?

      I’m from across the bay. My real name is Florella, but most call me Flora, or just Flo.

      I rather like Flo, sang DoReMe, hitting a medium note. Maybe you can add to it in time and make it a song.

      I like singing....

      Just hum a sound that comes from within and makes you feel good.

      Well, nothing comes to me right now.

      Then stay in our land for a while. You’ll find your name in time.

      For several moments, Flo considered what it would be like living here. Then, as if jarred out of a daydream, she said,  Eventually, I’ll have to go back home. People will worry about me, and I’m dog-sitting at a house.

      DoReMe’s tone shifted to serious. Anyone who comes from far away is needed here in some way. I hope that you would stay long enough to find out why.

      This puzzled Flo. What could I be needed for?

      I’m not sure, but I’ve dreamt recently that a dark storm, a whirlwind, is coming to our land.

      How could I help with that? In our land if a tornado or hurricane comes, we flee inland or go to a shelter.

      The storm in my dream is probably a symbol, DoReMe patiently explained. It may mean something other than wind. But you are free to choose what you do. Please stay.

      Flo looked up at the sky. One cloud was a deeper purple, its golden edges looked  afire.

      CHAPTER TWO: ZHEZHESHANG

      I can stay longer, Flo decided. It’s beautiful here, and this land is curious.

      If you see more, you will want to stay longer, encouraged DoReMe. Your name is already starting to grow! 

      The Little Person took Flo by the hand, and they walked by more crystalline houses, topped with spires that looked like odd hats. Every house had a companion plant with a large, cupped flower, its color bright as poppies.

      Why do the flowers grow so big here? asked Flo. And why are their colors so brilliant? Look—there’s an animal next to one that looks like a dinosaur!

      Half-hidden behind a drooping leaf was a four-legged animal as large as Flo. Not a reptile or a mammal, its back possessed a sailfin, colored by pastel hues. A torn piece of ovoid leaf was hanging from its mouth.

      Where did that come from? wondered Flo. Aren’t dinosaurs extinct?

      DoReMe sighed. "So many questions. The plants are tall because they enjoy giving us shade. Their

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