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TIME TO THINK
On the car journey home, I was more quiet than usual, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"What's up, kid?" My dad asked me, looking in the rear view mirror.
"Nothing. Just... Tired, that's all." I grumbled, watching the world flicker past my window as we drove past.
I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander to Daffy.
What was she doing now? Are there more like her? Where does she live? Does she have a family too?
I don't know, but I supposed Daffy must have a family- how else did she come to be?
"Mum?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Can I go on the laptop when we get home please?"
"Yes sure. Why?"
"I've got some researching to do." I smiled as everyone roared with laughter- for me to say I had to research, was like asking a fish to fly.
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We got home a little later, I went straight to the laptop.
At first I didn't know what to put.
But it soon came to me.
Mermaids.
Don't laugh at me! I saw that tail!
I typed it in, and it came up with a series of pictures, and this;
" 'Noun:
A fictitious or mythical half-human sea creature with the head and trunk of a woman and the tail of a fish.', ok, maybe Daffy's a mermaid."
The idea seemed kind of off putting. My new found friend was a mermaid?
No, it seemed a lot more cooler to call Daffy a Siren;
" 'Noun:
Each of a number of women or winged creatures whose singing lured unwary sailors onto rocks.' " But Daffy never had wings. She had a tail. This one looked more promising:
'Noun
(in folklore and classical mythology) A nymph inhabiting or presiding over water, esp. a Naiad or Nereid.' I read it over and over again in my head. This was what Daffy was.
A Water Nymph.
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The Water Nymph
Fantasy9 year old Mark feels strangely enthralled by the new friend he made by the lake. Daffy waits for him there every Sunday, but Mark wants to find out more, where does she go after their Sundays? Daffy always rebukes him when Mark tries to find out mo...
