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\u201cIs it round \u201cNot yet,\u201d \u201cHow \u2018bout It was a \u201cIt\u2019s a go,\u201d \u201cHold on \u201cWe got a \u201cYes, it \u201cIs this \u201cIt\u2019s nice,\u201d \u201cAnything A few feet \u201cDon\u2019t you And without \u201cYou\u2019re \u201cSo what?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s poop.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re \u201cMy point is \u201cWe each \u201cSo your \u201cWe mate in \u201cOh brother,\u201d \u201cOf mating?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said \u201cOf course \u201cI don\u2019t \u201cOh that,\u201d \u201cHow can you \u201cHow can you \u201cI\u2019m just \u201cHow long \u201cSix hours,\u201d \u201cAren\u2019t you \u201cYes, that\u2019s \u201cThat\u2019s too \u201cOh isn\u2019t \u201cNo,\u201d added \u201cYeah, well \u201cThen your \u201cSo what do \u201cLearn to \u201cThat\u2019s \u201cOnly if you \u201cBut how do \u201cOne thing \u201cBut I hate \u201cI\u2019m so \u201cWell, my new But his <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cIs it round enough yet?\u201d Donker asked, patting here, patting there. \u201cNot yet,\u201d Drina said, working feverishly, pushing in a little clump. \u201cHow \u2018bout now?\u201d he asked, tucking in a loose fiber. It was a moment before Drina answered as she rounded the ball, inspecting it carefully. \u201cIt\u2019s a go,\u201d she yelled, \u201cLet\u2019s roll before […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=224"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nenough yet?\u201d Donker asked, patting here, patting there.
\nDrina said, working feverishly, pushing in a little clump.
\nnow?\u201d he asked, tucking in a loose fiber.
\nmoment before Drina answered as she rounded the ball, inspecting it carefully.
\nshe yelled, \u201cLet\u2019s roll before we\u2019re hijacked!\u201d\n<\/p>\n
\ntight!\u201d Donker shouted, \u201cWoo-whoo!\u201d Donker
\ndug his powerful front claws into the dry, African ground and shoved off. It was an excellent push, propelling them
\nforward with ease. Tumbling over and
\nover Drina laughed as if on a theme park ride.
\nEvery few feet Donker would stop rolling, climb on top, get his bearings
\nand check out the road ahead and then leap back down and shove off again.
\ngreat ball here!\u201d Drina shouted at Donker, whom she could not see as she rolled.
\nshould make a fine place for you to lay your eggs!\u201d yelled Dunker, a bit out of
\nbreath from pushing the ball of dung that was twenty times his weight.
\ngood?\u201d he asked leaping atop the ball and surveying the area.
\nshe said, \u201cthank you.\u201d
\nfor you, my love,\u201d and immediately he started digging and burying the perfectly
\nround ball of dung.
\naway, a grumpy water buffalo named Haji watched the two dung beetles burying
\ntheir ball of dung.
\never tire of pushing poop around?\u201d he called with his mouth full of cud.\n<\/p>\n
\nso much as looking up from his work, Donker answered, \u201cWhy would we?\u201d
\npushing poop.\u201d Haji said.
\npoint?\u201d
\nyou\u2019re pushing poop,\u201d said Haji getting annoyed at not being able to annoy
\nDonker and Drina, \u201cThat\u2019s not exactly dignified work.\u201d
\nhave our calling,\u201d said Drina, busily preparing the burrow.
\ncalling is to gather poop up into balls, roll it across the savannah, bury it,
\nand then lay eggs in it?\u201d scoffed Haji.
\nit too,\u201d smiled Donker.\n<\/p>\n
\nsaid Haji, flicking his tail. \u201cDon\u2019t you
\nget tired?\u201d
\n
\nHaji spitting out some cud, \u201cof pushing poop!\u201d
\nwe get tired sometimes, we\u2019re only beetles.
\nI mean, we\u2019re quite strong, but we\u2019re not immune to getting tired,\u201d said
\nDonker.
\nmean the physical labor part of your poop pushing, I mean the doing the same
\nthing every day-part\u2026the day in day out of poop-pushing\u2026You know, the same old
\nsame old.\u201d
\nsaid Donker, \u201cthen no. I never tire of
\ndoing what I love.\u201d
\nlove pushing poop?\u201d
\nlove chewing cud?\u201d
\nsaying,\u201d said Haji defensively, \u201cthat pushing balls of poop around seems so\u2026so\u2026boring\u2026not
\nto mention disgusting.\u201d
\nhave you been regurgitating that mouthful of cud?\u201d Donker asked.
\nmumbled Haji.
\nbored?\u201d
\nwhy I\u2019m talking with you. I hate chewing
\ncud all day.\u201d
\nbad,\u201d said Donker, \u201cwe\u2019d only get bored if we didn\u2019t love ourselves and our
\nwork.\u201d
\nthat cute? You\u2019re holy roller-philosophers
\nnow who are going to give me a motivational speech about loving myself.\u201d
\nDrina, \u201cIt\u2019s just that if you loved yourself and the work you do, it wouldn\u2019t
\nget boring.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\n<\/p>\n
\nwhat if you hated your work and didn\u2019t much like yourself either?\u201d
\ncalling would become drudgery. It would
\nbecome a dead end. A job you hate. Something to retire from. Something to resent. Eventually you would die a poor, bitter
\nsoul.\u201d
\nI do?\u201d
\nlove yourself,\u201d said Donker.
\nhard.\u201d
\nmake it so,\u201d added Drina as she sank further beneath the ball of dung into the
\nburrow.
\nI do that?\u201d
\nyou could do is to learn to love what\u2019s in front of you,\u201d she said, \u201cmake it
\nholy. Make it wonderful. Make everything you do a vocation\u2014an
\nexpression of you.\u201d
\nmy job of chewing cud!\u201d Haji bellowed.
\nsorry,\u201d called Drina who was now nestled completely underground. Donker was right behind her. As he sank beneath the ground, he sealed off
\nthe tunnel to their chamber.
\ncalling is to stomp on beetles,\u201d said Haji as he lifted his front hoof.
\nwords and hoof fell on motionless ground, for Donker and Drina were safely
\nbelow in their cozy burrow, snuggled down for a bit of fragrant romancing. <\/span><\/p>\n