The people continued with their lives.
The blind man – cold, hungry and close to death – got up from the road and started to walk. He was lost and covered with ice. He stumbled and fell again and again, but he never made a sound. He only wanted to find a house. He only wanted to find a warm, safe place.
It started to snow. His tired legs could walk no further. He stopped and sat down in an open field. He did not get up again. Large, white snowflakes fell all night. By morning, his body was under a smooth, white *blanket.
His sister and brother-in-law did not miss him, but they *pretended to care. They asked about him and looked for him, but only for a week.
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It was a long hard winter and the snow was slow to *melt. One Sunday, on his way to church, a young farmer saw some *crows above a field. They dropped down to a spot on the ground and then flew up into the air, over and over again. The next week there were more of them. Their calls were loud and excited. ‘What are they doing? Why are they there?’ the young farmer asked himself.
The young farmer went into the field. There, he found the blind man’s body in the melted snow. The farmer looked at the body’s face. It had no eyes.
In life, the blind man’s eyes were useless; and in death, they were food for the crows.
This is the blind man’s story, and I think about it every time I see the sun and feel its warmth on my face.
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GLOSSARY
*blanket – cover
*pretended – behaved to make it appear that it was true when it was not
*melt – to turn from ice to water
*crows – a large, black bird
This is the blind man’s story, and I think about it every time I see the sun and feel its warmth on my face.