Epilogue

Epilogue

At the side of a wide expanse of water amidst a dry and dusty landscape, a number of young hippo and elephant calves played in the mid-day sun.

The calves grumbled and groaned contentedly, dreaming of all the things they would like to do when they grew up, things their great-grandparents could never, ever have envisaged for their great-grandchildren.

The little hippo’s loved the vast, wild spaces of their homeland. They knew such a lot, yet had a tremendous thirst to understand more.

“The world is yours and dreams can come true,” said their great-grandmother softly, “but you must work hard and take all the opportunities life may offer you. It is up to you to shape your future,” she warned. The little hippo pondered on this.

“If I could forecast that future and guide my learning, I know I might live my dreams,” Orla retorted with the daring that youth allowed her..

“Then you must go and find them,” replied wise, old Henry, enviously. “You must find out what learning pathways there are for your immediate future and the futures of those who might want to follow you. “
Henry looked across the water. Olivia still had the body of a toned, refined young dancer and the knowledge of one who knew no limits to her enquiring mind.

. “Follow your dreams Orla,” Henry whispered, “ follow your dreams.”