Disclaimer: I don't own Whistle Down The Wind
Swallow stormed into the barn and slammed the door shut.
"Bad day?" the man asked.
"Amos is a liar and an ass," Swallow exclaimed sitting down next to the man.
"What did he do," the man asked Swallow.
"Today Poor Baby stepped on a nail and split his toe open. He said DAMNIT and started crying. Amos had Poor Baby convinced he's going to hell for saying DAMNIT."
The man sat up straight.
"That's horrible," he said, "and Amos is wrong."
"Could you talk to Poor Baby? Maybe you could make him feel better?"
The man smiled.
"Of course I will," he said.
Swallow went outside and brought Poor Baby in. The man knelt down at his side.
"Hey buddy," he said, "I hear you had a rough day."
Poor Baby nodded.
"I stepped on a nail and split my toe open and it hurt and I said damnit and now Amos said I was gonna go to hell."
He burst into a fresh set of new tears.
"The last time I checked Amos wasn't GOD. Amos is absolutely wrong."
"He is?"
"Of course he's wrong," the man replied firmly, "Poor Baby I know how much nails hurt. GOD isn't gonna punish you for saying damnit."
Poor Baby hugged the man.
"Thank you," he said, "We got the wound taken care of but it still hurts."
"GOD," the man prayered, "Please make Poor Baby's pain go away."
"Can you heal him," Swallow asked.
The man nearly cried. Swallow thought he was her savior but the truth is that SHE was HIS. He had been an innocent man on the run from the police. Still… he had become so jaded that he couldn't accept anything.
Swallow… that pure girl had opened his eyes. She was kind. She was sensitive. She was… well he loved her in a pure way. He loved her like she had taught him to love. She had taught him the meaning of pure love. She knew he was innocent. She had proved him innocent and now he worked at her father's barn, no longer having to run.
"Swallow," the man said, "I… I don't-"
"I'm feeling better," Poor Baby said.
Swallow hugged the man.
"Thank you," she said.