I agreed, although the question was clearly rhetorical, as she continued, “And don’t you think that there are other libraries out there that could use their own protectors?”
My eyes lit up with understanding. This time, my mom waited for me to give my opinion. She needn’t have, because she and I are very much alike, and we were both in agreement here.
Yes, other libraries around the world need their own guardians – and we were given the opportunity to provide them.
My mom made a few calls and consulted with a few other librarians she trusted. Let me tell you, librarians are a secretive bunch, and they keep their mysteries hidden well. The other librarians were hesitant to believe my mother at first, but they came around rather quickly.
You would be surprised what kind of things librarians see on a daily basis – things that make basement-dwelling spider monsters seem tame by comparison.
Soon enough, we had nine takers for our little creatures. This happened to work out just fine, because, while our guardian was happy to part with most of her children, she had taken a liking to the runt of the litter and wouldn’t let him out of her sight.
Well, we think it’s a him. After all, what do we really know?
My mother and I arranged for the deliveries to occur at night. I remained behind with the guardian and the other children while she helped the delivery drivers – after all, we could only deliver about one each night. She also assisted each and every librarian with settling the creatures in their new homes, teaching them how to take care of the guardians and keep them happy.
And now, all across Minnesota, there are libraries like ours – protected by their very own library guardians.