Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The smallest sandpiper was disconsolate. She picked at a shell and watched the grey waves come in up to her toes, then slip back. She glanced at the group of other birds hurrying along in the sand, stopping here and there to devour a mussel or a bit of crab. The Sandpiper took flight towards the southg they did not see her leave. Yet, when autumn came, the Smallest sand- piper returned. Questioned by the others, she only said, l was alone in the South and, alone, l learned. Content, she was joined by another bird, a stranger to this beach who did not need to know. Moral: Discontent breeds lasting repose. Shelly Brewster d SJ

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Hilary Martin Discriminating citizens of the aviary considered the canary a femme fatale, and several crows with reputations as voyeurs -affectionately known as bird watchers - lined up in front of the canary's cage every morning, eagerly awaiting her emergence. On this particular morning, the canary artistically applied purple eyeshadow to match her purple stockings and flew forth to meet the world. The canary was a social sort, popular throughout the ornithological realm, but she showed a distinct preference for a particular fellow fnot at all her type, mused the blue -crested floobyj, a bird of the species Cucuria Specklimus Ca freckled cuckool. With her colorful plumage, the ca- nary lent an exotic element to the otherwise humdrum community. The canary was by no means your average, run-of -the -mill, Woolworth's-pet -department songbirdg she had, instead, a rather persuasive giggle which the birds found infinitely more disarm ing. Years ago she had rejected the tropics in favor of the aviary-the bird world was pleased, for a bird on the best -dressed list is worth two in the bush? 60

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l Allison Gilbert The tamarin lived a calm and smiling life with her family in the jungle. She be- longed to that special breed Qof the species: marmoset- l. MIDASD which has nails in- stead of claws, and she painted them with a see-through color. It was just any day that year, and she was busy eating sacred flowers and singing songs in Spanish. Arthur, the angry young anteater, came upon the tree, and generally gave her grief, proclaiming that she had a lack of social conscience, sitting there, eating flowers when all the world was green and rotting from the horrible reign of this shameless and corrupt. . . The tamarin was perturbed. She stopped eating flowers, finishing only the last one, tastefully and pensively. That evening at seven, she had a date with Arthur, who, when she spoke to him about it and asked why, said this: You know, your old family name, far back on the tree, is Midas. And Midas has a special touch, I've seen it all along, and. . . CThat's the part of what he said that's necessary for the story.D Agony returned, and he began, How can you. . . he said, when all the World is green and rotting. . . just then, she stepped down from the tree, and going over to the brush beside his feet, she touched it. It turned to gold. She touched the trees, the leaves, the sky, and finally Arthur, all with gold. Then Agony went away. He saw it her way. Moral: The Agony turns Ecstasy when you only see the gold. 62