There was a lot of excitement--everywhere. Almost the entire wall around the Lake was finished There was even going to be a pretty, little waterfall over the Lake wall. This was to take the overflow, as the water continued spurting out from the opening they had dug under the Apple Tree.
Day by day, there was a lot of “buzzing” in the forest. Hundreds of Birds worked there all the time, but they kept their secret. No outsider really knew what JAZZ was helping the Birds to build.
NOZZLE, the huge anteater, was the Leader of Our Pond. His oldest, and best friend was JAZZ, the retired Circus monkey. On a sunny morning, you might find NOZZLE taking his morning swim in the Pond, with JAZZ sitting up on his back--JAZZ did not like wet feet. They would be in deep conversation about matters concerning the Friends of Our Pond. Everyone was talking about the big Meeting when the Lake was finished, and NOZZLE wanted to discuss it with JAZZ during their usual morning meeting, floating in Our Pond.
NOZZLE said, “So many things have happened since WHIZZY, and TWITTER, found that strange, white cloud of silly birds banging into each other with no “understanding”. They were thirsty, and were crashing around trying to find water. Now, here we are helping them build a lake. They are all our dear Friends led by the big, golden- chested COMMANDER, and THE LITTLE, BLACK BIRD, that now sings with TWITTER!”
“ How did this happen? We all worked together. We combined our skills, and we saw that we would first have to be Friends, real Friends with the White Cloud. The Our Pond Family never gave up-- just think!”
“SNAG, the beaver, looked for water every day. He filled those little buckets, and helped the thirsty Birds, while at the same time he hunted for ‘BIG WATER’, until he found it.”
“SALLY, the snake, went down a dark, stone tube, all by herself, until she heard the splash of an underground river. Was she not brave?”
“SHARD, the great bird, flew miles and miles, through smoke and heat, to warn us of fire--not once--but again, and again!”
“BOING, the kangaroo, with her children, HIDE and RIDE--her understanding, and just her “Ideas”—was most invaluable!”
“ We saw that the White Birds needed a language. They needed “ Words”. Who taught them? Two Kangaroo children, new to Our Pond, taught them three, new words every day. HIDE and RIDE learned to make pictures to help with quick understanding, and, of course, they, too, learned more new words at the same time.”
“And don't forget, BUBBLEBATH, the artistic fish that blows colored bubbles with such fun and love, always points attention to where it is needed.”
“ How could we have done anything without powerful POSEY, the Circus pony, galloping along with her old Chariot--always swinging around with something important in it!”
“And, KATE, the old catfish, who seemed to grow younger and younger as she came out from her sad home at the bottom of Our Pond--how many tines did she help save us at the last moment?”
NOZZLE added, “Our Pond is a loving Community of dear Friends-- we all look different--we all are different—and, yet, our combined skills, and imagination make everything possible.”
“Now, I have heard something new is coming! Way up, at the top of the old Pine Tree, Every day I hear it--it is Music. It is not just our dear TWITTER singing to us. It is the combined voices of many, many Birds, directed by TWITTER! She is giving Love in the form of Music. Yes, now we know the “ mint cure” has helped our White Cloud Friends to sing. All birds sing don't they?” he added.
“It is very important! Music helps everybody!!”
It only took a few more days, and everything was done. The Lake was filling up. The Drinking Pool had been fixed after the fire. Now, it was very welcoming for anyone who was thirsty, and wanted a cool drink.
They had even built an island in the middle of the Lake. The COMMANDER, and THE LITTLE, BLACK BIRD, knew a lot about vegetables. Some of the Wise Birds had gone out with them to bring back all sorts of seeds. They had planted them on what they now called Farm Island.
NOZZLE, and the COMMANDER, with THE LITTLE, BLACK BIRD,
had spent a whole day together planning the ‘BIG WATER’ Festival. All the Friends of Our Pond were invited to the First Official Festival Day!
They were lucky. The Festival Day opened on a calm, sunny morning.
It had been decided that all The Friends of Our Pond would be the invited guests in, or around, a tiny pool that had been dug--just a short way below the famous Apple Tree. From there, they could see the whole Lake and the sky above. All was quiet until TWITTER stood up on NOZZLE's nose and directed the singing of the Our Pond Song. BUBBLEBATH shot out a huge stream of red bubbles that drifted up above their heads. When the music stopped, there was complete quiet. Then, from somewhere far away, there was another song sung by Birds. Hundreds and hundreds of Birds were flying down from high above singing a beautiful song meant to say ‘Thank you’. The Cloud of Birds was just so thick you could not see through it. Closer and closer it came --lower and lower. Yes, now they could see something . . . there was a big something in the cloud. Many White Birds were flapping very hard to hold it up. This must be what all the “buzz, buzz” was about.
The COMMANDER stood up on the side of the Lake. The White Bird Cloud came toward him, with THE LITTLE, BLACK BIRD leading the singing. Suddenly, the Cloud of White Birds opened in the middle, and everyone could see a soft, green, woven building being settled down beside the Lake edge. Oh, look, JAZZ was there, directing the landing. What a beautiful thing it was! It was green, with a brown roof. It had round windows surrounded with yellow flowers. Everything was woven together with reeds, and sticks, and thick leaves. Where you could see inside, there were all these thin, black, bird perches, while on the floor there were little chairs, and tables, made to fit the Friends of Our Pond. It must have been SNAG that made the new, big, water bucket for KATE, the catfish, BUBBLBATH, the artistic fish, SALLY, the snake, and CLUMP, the toad, when they visited for concerts.
Yes, for concerts--for this was clearly a small house of Music--ready for all.
It was a day of Love and Joy that would never be forgotten.