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The twins are the symbol of Gemini, suggesting the duality of the Gemini character.

People born under this sign are very versatile and adaptable. Gemini is an air sign, which indicates compromise.

Geminis are attracted to Virgos, Librans and Sagittarians.

Famous Geminis include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle , Marilyn Monroe and Ann Frank.
(extract from story)

Rain can be enjoyable and refreshing, but not today; today it is heavy rain bouncing off the buildings and splashing into large puddles on the gravel paths. Nobody wants to go out except for a quick dash from one building to another. Tyson, the dog, is quite content dozing in his snug warm bed. With a ‘Woof’ and a ‘Yawn’ he stretches out his paws, yawns again, sighs and rolls over. Everyone loves him. Every day he walks around the site to make sure everything is okay and passes on the latest news.

Tyson reckons that he is the cleverest, most vital animal in the sanctuary and puts it all down to cheese and cucumber. Yes, that’s right – cheese and cucumber! ‘Brain Food’ he calls it - better than burgers. Now obviously, Tyson can’t go into the café and order sandwiches himself. Instead, he waits until he sees someone with his favourite sandwich and then just sits down right in front of them.

Tyson rolls over once more. Full belly, I’m dry and about to have a snooze. So, it’s raining, am I bothered? He closes his eyes, but can’t settle and finds it difficult to sleep. Doesn’t feel right, his thoughts continue, someone is not very happy out there, but then again, who would be? He snuggles deeper into his bedding, puts a paw over his eyes and tries to sleep again. He listens to the rain, thunder and wind, but still feels uneasy and has to get up to investigate.

Tyson nudges the feeding room door open, pokes out his nose, sniffs the wet air and steps outside. “Doh! Why me?” he mutters as he bows his head and reluctantly starts his tour. It isn’t very long before he comes upon a very soggy Jimpa-Jimpa, the pixie. His big pointed wide-brimmed hat is
out of shape and just flops down his neck and onto his shoulders.
“You okay Jimp?” asks Tyson.
“Trust me to be on the aviary roof.” Jimpa-Jimpa moans, “I was soaked through.”
Tyson grins, “Shouldn’t have been up to mischief.”
“I can’t help it, that’s the way I am.” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.
“In that case you’ll keep ending up back in the well.”
A flash of lightning reflects in Jimpa-Jimpa’s face.
“Beautiful sight.” he says.
“Yes, quite.” Tyson nods “Must go Jimp.”
He smiles and walks away. Jimpa-Jimpa scurries back under the birdbath . . . .

. . . . A ‘Plit, plat, plut’ draws their attention to the sound of Tyson’s paws on wet concrete.
“You look like a wet mop-head on legs.” Emma says.
“Thank you.” Tyson replies, “I’d much rather be in my bed, but I can’t sleep.”
“Why is that?” asks Hummy.
“I’m not sure. There’s a problem out here somewhere.”

Tyson frowns. . . . .

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