Harry was the last in a long line of hunters. He would never be called handsome but he was renouned for his courage and bravado on the battlefields.
At Bannockburn he’d lost his left arm as the result of being struck in the shoulder with an arrow. It had turned septic and ha to be amputated with an axe. Consequently he’d taken early retirement.
He had a witty and charming persona and a gentle way with women and children. In fact, a deep love and appreciation for all of God’s creation.
Far off in the future in the lowlands of Scotland there lived a man called Burky with a dog named Jodi. She was his heroine and he doted on her. He’d got her from a rescue centre. Previously she’d been cruelly treated and kicked about. In the past year Jodi had undergone two hernia operations and had pulled through very well. Burky had nursed her back to health and she gave him so much love and affection in return. Words could not express his joy at having such a beautiful and good natured friend and loyal companion.
One bright summer’s morning Harry was walking through the woods by the river. He’d come down to Ayrshire to look for a long-lost lover. Her name was Sara. He had no idea where she lived apart from on a farm somewhere near Mossblown.
Suddenly he saw something moving through a nearby cornfield. Quickly he pulled out his bow and a few arrows from his quiver. He was almost about to take aim and fire when he realised it was some kind of animal. A beautiful dog came bounding towards him with tail wagging and ears blowing in the wind. She had a metal tag attached to her collar with the name JODI engraved on it.
They got along well together
and she led him to Ayr to meet Burky. It was a fine autumn day and Harry told
Burky what they’d got up to in the days beforehand and about the exciting times
they’d had together. And how , in his absence , Jodi had found another friend.
So they all went together for long walks along the river Ayr and had great
times to share.
By Lisa and Burky