An Almond Tree Called Elvira

An Almond Tree Elvira was walking her dog, a poodle, in a landscape of rounded hills, when she fell into a cylindrical borehole; her dog waited for her to come up again, she didn´t, and since it was getting dark it ran home. In the night an almond tree grew out of the hole it had had white and pink flowers forever blooming. In the morning people went looking for Elvira, the dog led the way, and when they came to the tree it sat down, wagged its tale and happily barked. Elvira was never found. When the search was over everyone walked home, but the dog stayed by the tree only came at night to be fed; and people reckoned it was the last place the mute had seen Elvira. The dog was happy playing around the tree catching falling petals when not snuggled up sleeping by its trunk, people smiled and called the tree Elvira. The faithful cur didn´t come home one evening it had, just like Elvira, disappeared into the long night. Beside the almond tree a miniature version grew it too flowered all year; between them gossamer full of dawn pearls glittered.