Let’s get to know the topics of Din, Delma and Dazel this week.
It was back to school time in D’Land again. The creatures at D’Land are back in the routine of going to school early and back in the afternoon. Then followed with homework and hobby sessions, completed by going to bed early.
Dean Dean, Dazel and Dalma also enjoyed returning to their schools.
Dalma sighed, “Ah! To come back to Daland! It’s a relief; what a blessing!”
Dazzle agreed, saying, “It’s true.” “There’s a lot we take for granted—good friends, neighbors, schools, food, a clean environment! Everyone doesn’t have that! The river outside D’Land was very polluted; the weather was very harsh and the creatures very aloof.”
The friends soon bid farewell to each other as it was Sunday night and wanted to be new for the next morning and the new week at school.
As Dazel was walking toward her pond, in the faint evening hues, a flash of light caught her attention amid a grove of chestnut trees.
Diesel swooped on the ground and landed on the damp ground to see a few thorny bushes ablaze. “Oh, my God! A fire! How did it happen? It must have been caused by the heat. I must hurry to get some help to put out the fires.” She was trying to run away when a twisted branch broke off from the bush and fell on Dazel.
“Uh!” The duck shouted. It was trapped under the bough. She tried to get rid of the thorny twig but the more she struggled, the thorns got stuck in her feathers. The thorns pricked her and drew blood from her. She tried to roll over to free her but she ran into a bush and fell into a ditch, trapping herself.
“Help me, let someone help me!” Dazzle cried in fear. She was afraid for her safety but she was also more afraid of spreading the fire and harming the lives of countless bird houses and animals in Daland.
But it seems that there is no one around who can hear her voice.
In her pond home, Swain the Swan was waiting for Dazzle to return. “It’s school tomorrow and Dazel still hasn’t done her homework. Oddly enough, she’s not back yet. She’s very particular about going to bed early,” said the swan with Grandpa Frog.
“You’ll be back soon!” said Grandpa Frog. “You know she spends every evening with Dalma and Din Din at the lake. She probably lost track of time in talking to them.”
“But her way is after sunset now,” Swain said. “I don’t know… It’s not like Dazel is doing it on a school night. I’m going to go check the lake.”
So Swain flew towards the lake. Dalma, who was getting ready for bed, was surprised to see the black swan. “Hello Sween. What brings you here at this hour?”
“I came looking for Dazzle. She’s not here. Did you go with Dean Dean to the fruit garden?” Swain asked.
“No,” said Dalma, worried. “No, I headed toward the pool. It’s a school night so we parted at sunset.”
“Where could she be?” Swain said. “I had a bad feeling that’s why I came to investigate.” “I’ll go back slowly and low to the pond again and look for it. Something must have happened.” The swan flew away, leaving behind a confused dolma.
Swain slowly flew over the blocks of trees but the darkness made it difficult for him to see anything. Suddenly, Swain saw smoke rising from below. His heartbeat quickened, he flew down. He was greeted by a rush of heat and smoke.
“Fire!” Swain shouted! Could Dazel be here?
Swain was in trouble. Should he go get help putting out the fire or should he first see if Dazel is trapped in this smoldering hell?
His concern for his friend made him rush into the flames.
“Dazel! Dazzle!” Swain cried. “are you here?”
“Swin…” A faint cry came out.
“Oh no! Dazzle! Where are you? I can’t see you through these flames and smoke!” Swain cried.
“Swain… Swain,” Dazel coughed.
Swain followed Dazzle’s voice. The bundle of bushes surrounding the chestnut-tree grove was completely on fire, and the night breeze was threatening to move the flames forward and devour the rest of the vegetation.
The swan finally spotted Dazzle trapped in a hole stuck in a bundle of thistles. The edges of its feathers were scorched by the flames, exposing part of its flesh and making the thorns bleed from it.
“Oh no! Dazel…” cried Swain as he used his beak to free Dazel from the thorns. Finally, he pulled Dazzle out of the hole, away from the flames.
Dazzle coughed weakly, “Sween please..listen..go get help to put out the fires or this fire will devour a lot of trees.” “Please, leave me here! I.. I’m fine!”
Swain was worried about his friend but knew he had to go get help. The lake was closer and headed to where Dalma was waiting. Soon he told the dolphin what had happened. “We need water to put out the fires,” said the swan.
“Beavers can help. They have baskets and containers of wood that can help move water out of the lake,” Dalma quickly suggested.
Placing sand over the flames will also help put out the flames.
Within minutes, the dolma had awakened the lake’s beavers and they were already alerting the neighboring rabbits who had filled baskets and bowls with water from the lake to take them to where the fire had broken out.
Swain also alerted the pond creatures. The insects that lived there couldn’t do much but the birds that lived around flew to the site of the fire and dug out the sand nearby to set the flames on fire. Wiz Rooster woke up and rushed to take care of Dazelle and her wounds.
It was sunrise by the time the fire was brought under control. Dazzle was lying on a bed of grass sleepy in pain near her pond when Swain and the other birds finally came back.
“Did the fire go out?” She asked.
“Yes, thank God, all creatures worked together to fight the fire. How are you?” Swain asked.
“I’m good!” whispered. “Dr. Owl has put ointments on cuts and burns.”
“If Swain hadn’t gone out looking for you, Dazel, the fire would have spread so hard all night while we slept. God knows how much destruction there would have been.” Rooster Wiz said. “You and Sweyn are responsible for preventing so much destruction.”
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