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Doodle was born when I was seven andwas, from the start, a disappointment. Everybody thought he was going to die.
One time I showed him his casket, telling him how we all believed he would die.
He clung to me, crying, "Don't leave me, Brother! Don't leave me!"
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I'm going to teach you to walk, Doodle, so I won't have to haul you around all the time.
How many miles had it traveled to die like this, in our yard, beneath the bleeding tree?
We started home, trying to beat the storm. The faster I walked, the faster he walked, so I began to run.
Brother, Brother, don't leave me! Don't leave me!
"Doodle!" I screamed above the pounding stormand threw my body to the earth above his. For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying,sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis.
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