As Life Is So Short, Shouldn’t We Meet Again?

Today I met a real life psychologist who attended a course here at the Island and she explained to me that Britney might be suffering from what she called ‘post traumatic stress syndrome.’ You see, the day when she had to leave her mother, brothers and sisters at a very tender age, was extremely traumatic for her. Leaving was one thing, but the way in which we were forced to leave the farm was akin to torture. 


All four of us were bundled into burlap bag, which was tied with a rope and put in a vehicle. It was so dark in there and Christina kept raising her wings as if she wanted to learn to fly right at that moment to get away from the terrible thing that was happening to us. I don’t remember much of the ride from the farm to the island, but I can tell you that there was the most unearthly music in that car. I’m not sure if you can even call it music. You have to understand that we were used to the sounds of nature – a rooster crowing, cows mooing and at most an owl screeching! But the sound in that car coupled with the darkness and stuffiness of the bag was terrifying! 


Once we got out here at the Island and saw what the dear people here planned for us, we understood that the torture was necessary (maybe not to that degree, but necessary.) Britney never shared our understanding. She remained skittish and scared, deeply hurt and violated by the way in which she had been taken. I’m not so sure what to do, now that I have a better understanding of the dynamics underlying her condition but at least I have a better grasp of the source of her troubles. 


I spoke to the little girl by the fence again today. What a dear little sweetheart she is! This time she showed me lovely illustrations about a poor fatherless rabbit who acted up the whole time. That got us talking about Britney and her issues. Do you know what the little girl said, just as she was starting to walk away? ‘Why don’t you just ask her why she acts funny?’