In a dream, Old Grey was hobbling up Alpine Way just beyond the western border of Meribel, heading into the oh so white mountains again. “If I can just reach that bench over there I can rest again,” she says to herself. But it was a struggle, like walking uphill at a 60 degree angle.
Hummie the Hummingbird lept off her shoulder again, trying to encourage. “You can do it you can do it you can do it,” the bird twittered at a rapid fire pace in front of her…
…then sped to the bench to wait. Faintly, Old Grey could still hear it trilling the same encouragement at intervals.
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“Halfway there maybe,” she said, panting.
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“Jesus Christ.” Her whole body was sweating. “And (wheeze) this is still basically level ground.”
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Another round of encouragement from Hummie. “You can do it you can do it you can do it.”
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Old Grey died from heart failure just in front of the bench. Behind it, Pop-up Rock had come out of his hole to see what all the commotion was all about. “She couldn’t do it she couldn’t do it she couldn’t do it,” Hummie explained.
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Old Mabel woke up.