After watching the cat play for a while we all turned around and walked back toward the entrance. On the way there we happened on an amazing Christmas Tableau, which immediately made it obvious to me that people aren’t as ‘in charge’ of their Christmas decorations as they like to think. I stood and watched as two Doodles worked away at the Christmas tree, and one chatted amiably with a dog. I drew it for my sister, who expressed amazement.

“You know,” she said, “whenever I’ve seen those tree branches move before I’ve always assumed it was the wind. But now I guess I know better.”

We walked past the wash bays and back outside, then up to the house for coffee, again, and bran muffins, fresh from the oven. We sat in the dining room and the two big dogs rushed up to greet us. Oddly enough, they ran to see Clive first, and were rewarded for this with all sorts of love and attention.

“So, what do you mean to do with this gift of yours?” my sister asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “First, I don’t know how long it will last – it started with a bump on the head, after all – and second, I don’t really know what I can do with it. I mean, does it really do any good for people to know that KerDoodles exist?”

“Well, only you can know that.”

I looked at Clive. He was sitting on the chair beside me, staring at his toes.

“All I can do,” he mumbled, “is show you what it is – who we are. Whether you do anything with the knowledge or not is up to you.”

I waited a moment or two, then: “Hey, don’t get me wrong – I like you KerDoodles – and if it’s going to do people any good knowing that you are here I’ll find a way to tell them. But that’s the big question isn’t it? I mean, people aren’t very good at new things, are they? What’s the old saying? We hate what we fear and we fear what we don’t understand. So, while I definitely look on this ability as a gift, I don’t want people to start hating you just because they suddenly know that you’re there.”

My sister looked at me. “You’re talking to Clive now?” she asked.

I smiled, and sighed. “Yup.” Then I took out my pad and paper and started drawing again, flipping the drawing around, when finished, to show her what I’d seen.

“Oh yes,” I said. “You’ve definitely got KerDoodles.”

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Follow along to learn more about the KerDoodles, and if you like, contact me to find out if you’ve got a KerDoodle of your own.

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