His utter calm and idleness contrasted so starkly to my panic and growing terror of missing my college commencement ceremony... I found him irresistible. My bundle of cap and gown and whatever else I was carrying was placed haphazardly on the sidewalk so I could use both hands to lift this delicate, bright creature. He lingered for a moment before darting off my hand into the greenery by the path. He was safe, and I was late.
I only hope I didn't draw as much attention as I raced down the sidewalk; Untied and flowing, my hair is nearly as bright as the newt when the sun is shining!
Days later I remembered his name. A red eft. He is a young newt, with many adventures ahead of him. It's an exciting stage, and yet I couldn't blame him for merely sitting in the middle of the path, unsure of what to do with himself.
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