Jacques is blind, totally blind. It happened when he was seven, and changed his life forever. But despite being blind, or perhaps because of it, he was able to lead a resistance to the Nazi occupation of France at the young age of seventeen.
His autobiography, And There Was Light
, is one of the most inspiring, beautiful, stories ever, and you should definitely read it!
"A dragon..." the fox stared into the distance. "How interesting. What a quaint little quest you have assigned yourselves." He grinned mischievously. "Whelp, good luck on your utterly hopeless quest. Tata." So saying, he snapped his claws, and he and his extraordinary lair vanished into thin air.
The three companions found themselves on the ground, lying on their stomachs. Brush was poking into their plush bodies, and James groaned, "I think I don't have an unbroken bone left in my body."
"You never had any unbroken bones in your body," Cicero said. "We're stuffed animals."
"Regardless," James waved away that slight matter of 'opinion'.
They sat up, some (ahem, James) groaning more than others.
"I think," James said slowly, "That we aught to go in that direction." he pointed in the direction of a small light. "Perhaps that is our dragon."
Sweetie shook her head. "That was scary. I want to go home now."
"You said you would come," James protested.
Cicero lifted nervously into the air before alighting on the ground again. "This is a dangerous quest, James."
James shrugged. "Could it be more dangerous than letting that dragon run loose?"
"No." Sweetie said. "I don't want to come."
Jame's shoulders fell. "Alright," he said slowly, "I guess I'll do it on my own." So saying, he walked off into the dark.
Cicero pumped his wings, torn between supporting his friend and the longing for the safety of his home. Finally, he made his mind up. "I'm coming," he hollered, and flew after James.
"I don't want to go," Sweetie reminded herself as she felt her heart drop as she watched her companions disappear. "I want to go back home. I'm going back home." She turned towards her home, took a step, then turned back towards her companions.
"What should I do?" Sweetie whispered. "I thought I wanted to go home, but now I sorta want to go!"
She stood there, unsure, watching her companions.
"Alright, I'm coming!" she hollered, and ran into the dark after them.
To be continued...