The Yellow Dwarf   Leave a comment

When my children were small we had a game that we played when we were riding in the car.  A simple game–just count the fire hydrants on your side of the street.  We called them yellow dwarves.  The yellow dwarf was a magical figure who had the ability to be anyplace he wanted to be–sometimes he could be in more than one place at the same time.

Children grow up and forget about childhood games.  It is the parent who remembers them.  But fire hydrants are forever, and to me they will always be the Yellow Dwarf.  I sometimes greet them as I pass by.  “Hello, Yellow Dwarf.  I see you are still watching over me.”

I see my old friend, the Yellow Dwarf, standing tall as a Dwarf can stand and greet him.

He comes out to meet me at a corner and I get a strange feeling.

Is the Yellow Dwarf talking to me?

Yes, the Yellow Dwarf is talking to me.  He doesn’t have much to say, but he’s friendly, and sometimes I don’t have any more to say than he does.  Thanks, Dwarf.  I will have a good day.

Silent again, and back on guard, the Yellow Dwarf stands near a taller friend this time.  It is good to know that the Yellow Dwarf is my friend.

Have you had any magical experiences in the real world?  Feel free to tell me about them in the comments.


Posted September 2, 2011 by atroll in Dwarves, Fire Hydrants, Uncategorized

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