Chapter 9 ozEkoala found Dingo in tears a few hours later. She had been apologising to God for her anger towards the faithless worker who had deserted them, and on a whim had gone down to see if she could help Dingo in any way. "Dingo, what's wrong? I'm sorry - all I've been doing is worrying about myself - and you must be just as upset as me!" "No, ozE... it's not that... I'm not sad... I've never been happier." "What do you mean Dingo? How could you be happy at a time like this?" "Look." ozEkoala looked up and saw the wooden cross hanging on the wall. She recognised the craftsmanship immediately. That man! What an enigma he was. Such talent, but no stickability. And as mad as a cut snake.
"So what are you so happy about, Dingo? Because we've lost the best workman we're ever likely to find... what's there to..." ozEkoala broke off in mid-sentence. Dingo was taking the cross down from the wall and began hugging it. "Dingo! Have you gone mad? What are you doing!?" "OzE! Listen. Something amazing has happened. I've gotta tell you!" "Tell me!" "When I first saw this cross there was a man nailed to it!" "Dingo - you're crazy!" "No! It's true... there was... I saw it!" "Where's the blood Dingo? Think about it - if there was a man nailed on here there'd be blood, right?" "No..no... not a man man... a carved man... carved on this cross." "What do you mean? Where - I don't see a man?" "He was carved on here... the detail was incredible... I could hear him cry out... and I knew him! You knew him! It was Christo... what's his name... you know, the deserter!" "Calm down Dingo... calm down. I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, Chris carved this... I'd know his work anywhere. But what are you saying?" "ozE.. sit down!" The authority in Dingo's voice was irresistible. ozEkoala sat. And she listened. Dingo explained what had happened in detail, starting with his shock recognition of the face on the crucifix, and ending with his joyful revelation of the meaning of this amazing miracle. ozEkoala sat, speechless. Something in Dingo's voice told her this was no rabid dingo speaking. This was a dingo who had just met with God. And he had been changed.
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