One day, it happened.
Book fit perfectly into the girl's hands.
She took him everywhere, and Book thought he must be the girls favorite thing in the whole world.
But the truth was that there was someone else whom the girl really…
Saturday, August 29, 2015
And the Good Brown Earth
Next time Gram went to the vegetable patch, Joe came too, and the birds were singing, the trees were flowering, and the rain and the sun were chasing each other across the sky.
"Now's watching time," said Gram, keeping an eye on those…
Monday, August 24, 2015
India's Son Preference
India's son preference is actually better described as a daughter dis-preference. The latest India census data found only 927 girls for every thousand boys nationwide. India is in the center of an epidemic of female feticide, and, strangely,…
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Besides Dowries
Radha's worry wasn't whether the girl was ready; it was how to fund the wedding. It had never crossed her mind to plan an event within her means. If she was to secure for her daughter an alliance that would get her out of the slums, she expected…
Saturday, August 22, 2015
The Red Shoes
As soon as Karen put on the red shoes, she began to dance.
She danced around the whole village.
"Red shoes, please stop! I'm tired," she said. But the red shoes did not stop.
The Red Shoes
A Story by Hans Christian Andersen
Retold…
Peter and the Wolf
The wolf walked around the tree, licking his lips and watching the frightened bird and cat.
Peter ran quickly to the back yard and returned with a ladder and a rope. He put the ladder against the wall and climbed into the tree.
He…
Crawled Out from the Clock
Mother goat walked in and looked around. "Oh no, What has happened to my kids?"
The seventh kid crawled out from the clock and told her mother what happened. Shedding tears, mother goat went out in search of the wolf.
The Wolf and the…
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Morin Khuur
There is a sound like the cry of a horse.
Actually, it comes from the Morin Khuur that the Grandfather is playing.
A mother camel, suffering birth pains, may reject its approaching baby.
That's why the Grandfather plays these…
Saturday, August 15, 2015
It Doesn't Interest Me at All
I continue to cross the grassland.
A woman and a young girl are working, picking up lumps of dried cattle dung.
People light their fires with this dung.
Drying cattle dung is one of my jobs but it doesn't interest me at all.…
Strong Wind from the North
I am on my to meet a child.
As I go over the hills, I stroke the grass and tickle the nose of a man resting beside his flock of woolly sheep.
The man sneezes and lifts his face to feel where I am coming from.
He says, "There…
Sunday, August 9, 2015
As I Listened
As I listened to the breeze ...
I could hear kites flutter
a busy bee buzz
a leaky tap drip
and my wristwatch tick.
... ...
... ...
... ...
I must have been dreaming!
It was so quiet I could hear a pin drop
Andy…
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Summer did not Last
Thumbelina came to a land of flowers.
The sun shone. Soft breezes blew.
There was plenty of nectar for food, and a swallow sang sweet songs.
But summer did not last.
Thumbelina
A Story by Brother Grimm
retold by Joy Cowley,…
The Little Match Girl
Suddenly, all the candles became stars in the sky.
The match girl looked up and saw a shooting star.
Her grandmother had told her that when a star falls a soul is taken up to heaven.
The Little Match Girl
A Story by Hans Christian…
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Love Must Be Shared
Love must be shared, or else it is just madness.
In the Orchard, the Swallows, p115
Peter Hobbs
ISBN 978-0-571-27927-2
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