Chapter 8
The next day dawned brightly. The sun was shining gaily, the flowers were dancing in the gentle breeze and the magpies were singing their favourite tunes. Dingo was awake early and had a strange new hope in his heart as he set off for work. Nothing had changed yet - he knew that - but somehow everything felt different. He was soon to discover just how different 'different' could be. When
he got to work ozEkoala was waiting for him with a strange look on her face. Dingo
couldn't read it. What was wrong? "The new bloke's taken off, Dingo. He left this note." I have completed the task my Father sent me to do. Peace be with you. "He was a strange one wasn't he!?" said Dingo. "What
does it mean, Dingo? What task? "Don't
worry ozE - we'll be alright. I'll just work twice as hard..." ozEkoala walked off with her head down. She was disappointed in this man. How could he just leave like that? And she'd had the stupid idea that somehow he was going to help Dingo. What a joke! He was just some weirdo after all. Dingo was confused. The day had started with such a sense of promise. He was sure something great was going to happen. And now this... it didn't look good. He was deep in thought and at first he didn't notice it when he walked into his workroom. After he'd been working for twenty minutes or so, he became aware of something on the wall at the other end of the room. It was a wood carving, but unlike anything Dingo had ever seen before. He moved closer, and as he approached he let out a gasp. The carving was of a man in intense agony. He had been nailed to a cross beam and the detail was incredible. Dingo could almost hear the cry from the man's throat, "Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani?" Where did those words come from? He was sure he'd heard them before, but he had no idea what they meant. And how could he hear them now, from a wood carving? But it wasn't the words that had made Dingo gasp. It was the man's face - it was the face of their deserting employee.
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