This tale is a response to Marisa – a Friend of a Friend I am a house. I used to be the best house in the neighbourhood. I had two bedrooms when the rest had one. I had electricity when the rest did not. I was surrounded by apple trees when the others only had … Continue reading I am a House
This happened to a friend of a friend of mine. The music was playing loud and clear. The windows to the garden were open. Marisa was not allowed to mingle with the other girls from the neighbourhood. Why? Who knows? Maybe her parents believed that they were more important than the other people living in … Continue reading Marisa – a Friend of a Friend
"Hi there little ant" you say. "Aren't you getting tired carrying that seed all that way?" The ant does not respond. "I'm sure you can hear me. I'm just not sure you can understand me. Walk in a circle if you can understand me." You say. It looks like he's about to comply! But no. … Continue reading Talking to Ants
"Did you see that woman? She behaves like a witch. I do not like her. Her son plays in the fields of priest's crown. You know, those yellow flowers that are a weed," said Margarita. "Well what can you expect from a woman that was born overseas - probably in an ignorant country - with … Continue reading The Taraxacum Flower
"Where do you think Marcos is today?" The group of old ladies that reunited in the park every afternoon to talk about this and that were asking. "I haven't seen him" said doña Leticia. "Me either" said doña Juana. All the other ladies in the group of around ten that were there agreed. The conversation … Continue reading Marcos
Ever wondered how rapeseed got its name? During the eleventh century the Normans crossed the English channel. Raymond III was captivated by the passing of a comet - an astronomical omen that spurred many of the Normans to fight. Although Raymond was dealing with a urinary tract infection, he couldn't deny such a sign from … Continue reading How Rapeseed Got Its Name
"I'm the best because I'm the tallest" said the little blue flower. The smaller flowers agreed. "And I'm the best because I'm the biggest" she continued. Again, the smaller flowers agreed. "And I'm the best because my stalk is the strongest." The smaller flowers couldn't argue. Finding the truth is tough when you're rooted in … Continue reading Little Blue Flower
It was a hot summer day, around lunch time, when the adults sleep after lunch to recover from the tasks in the morning. The youngsters escape to the sun and shadows of the trees in the backyard and they plot and they plan and they enjoy the light and the heat and the joy of … Continue reading Hot Grapes
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