THE FINAL SEGMENT OF THE MYSTERY THRILLER , THE LOON IN THE MILL POND
I did not intend to write another chapter in the captivating mystery of the loon in the Mill Pond. However, new facts have surfaced in this hair-raising or, wing-raising, story of the loon, recently named Kevin, that landed in the Mill Pond and, it was conjectured, could not fly out. My original conclusions were incorrect and even though we live in a PTE (Post Truth Era), which is manifest throughout society, I will not succumb to this trend. Leave the PTE to politicians. I will reveal the truth.
In the initial episode, I mentioned a wooden decoy, resembling a loon, had been placed in the Mill Pond and I assumed that love-starved Kevin was romantically attracted to the decoy and therefore would not leave the pond. However, some days ago the wooden loon was removed and replaced by a white buoy. That buoy bears no resemblance to a loon and yet Kevin remains. Therefore, my initial supposition of a loony love affair was misguided and I can only exclaim, “Oh, Buoy,” which you may correctly conclude is a play on words.
When a local resident set sail in his boat and towed the buoy to the far end of the pond, Kevin did not follow. So much for unconditional love. This fact also proves that love is not blind.
Secondly, in a previous blog I wrote that Kevin is unable to leave the pond because it is too small for the loon to launch into its flight pattern, an endeavor that necessitates a far longer runway.
Unfortunately, here too I prevaricated, or simply lied, or did not fact check, a common practice in today’s world. The proof of my mistake is that Kevin has been seen to take off and fly to the broader expanse of Brant Lake then return to the Mill Pond. I apologize for writing without thinking and now I am forced to back off of previous statements.
A team of loon experts recently rowed quietly towards the bird, intending to capture Kevin in a net. However, when the net was lowered from one side of the boat, Kevin dove under the rescue ship and appeared on the other side, flapping its wings as if to say, “I told you so.” This action was repeated many times until the rescue team concluded Kevin did not desire to be caught and was perfectly happy to remain in the Mill Pond where, every Monday night, it could listen to the Big Band Sound resonating from the Hub café and bicycle shop on shore.
Thus, I have thrown up my wings in defeat, unable to decipher the true mystery of Kevin The Loon. I can only surmise that Kevin does not want to be a small loon on a large lake but would rather be a large bird in a small pond and relishes privacy, an altogether understandable trait. What is wrong with being a lone loon—especially if you are an introvert?
In addition, I have been told there are many fish in the Mill Pond, a sumptuous feast for Kevin just beneath the surface.
If you also are an introvert, desirous of the solitary life, and love fish, then contact Kevin at http://firstname.lastname@example.org