You walk up to Coleman and look him in the eye. “I can’t go along with that. It’s not honest, it’s not nice, and it’s stupid.”

Coleman flushes with anger. “‘C’mon, you got to be out of your mind. You’re not going to throw away ten grand!”

But you are already running up the sand dune, calling Bru. He springs from behind a clump of beach plum trees.

“Coleman has called a TV station,”’ you say. “They're on their way here to film you!”

Bru floats toward you. Touching your hand, he says, “Thank you, friend. I will never forget you.’

Then, rolling into a furry ball, he spins around so rapidly that soon all you see of him is a bundle of electric sparks that quickly fade, leaving nothing behind.

A week later you are walking near your home when you feel a strange, tingling sensation. You turn and see Bru hovering nearby. Nestling against you like a friendly cat, he says, ‘Hello, I came to visit for a while.’”

/ENDING Nº08/