Desiderate, Desideratum, Desiderata from The Child and The Prophet

Twilight approached; stars appeared in the heaven; The Child awoke.  Looking out into the open view from the cave, she heard voices outside the cave.

"Her desiderata keep her going, but she can be very stubborn," she heard Mr. Raccoon say. Someone laughed as he continued on. "The desideratum to succeed motivates her."

Who's he talking to?

"I roared let go and fall. I don't know whether she did it out of anger or obedience. I suspect both," said Mr. Raccoon to whoever was now laughing uncontrollably.

 Not fair. He's talking about me.

She moved the blanket of leaves Mr. Raccoon had buried her in to stay warm and sneaked to the opening of the cave. The fire burned; Mr. Raccoon sat; The Child shrieked and began to cry.

"Why are you crying, Child?" The Prophet asked, and standing up, he went and picked her up and brought her to the fire.

"Mr. Raccoon is talking bad about me."

"I'm not, Child. I was telling The Prophet how much I admire you."

"Do you, Mr. Raccoon?"

"Yes. Desideratum cordis tui magnificus!"

Cuddled up to The Prophet, The Child looked at Mr. Raccoon.

"What's he saying Prophet, and why didn't you let me know you got here? You left me alone. And what's desideratum cordis tui magnificus?"

"You're never alone. Mr. Raccoon was with you."

"He roared at me."

"I know."

"So, what means desideratum cordis tui magnificus?"

"What do you think, Child?"

"Is it funny?"

"No."

"But you were laughing."

"I was laughing at Mr. Raccoon's discovery that your desiderata keep you going."

"And what is desiderata?"

"Are, Child."

"Why are, Prophet?"

"Plural."

"Then, what are desiderata?"

"Ask, Mr. Raccoon."

"He won't tell me."

"Shall we eat, Child?"


Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia