I hope this finds you all well. Me? The same. It looks like I will have the two dogs for a very extended amount of time.
The weather here, as it is for most I believe, is not the kind of weather most want this time of year.
The other day when the husband was letting the dogs out into their outside pen, one of them started barking at something. First he thought maybe a deer. But no deer. The he looked in the tall grass. He was what he thought was a big cat. It was a big cat, a "Bobcat". He got the dogs into the house got a gun and shot into the air to scare it away. So we have to be careful when we let the dogs out. There is also a pack of coyotes in the neighborhood.
Anyway, here are two short stories from the Riverside Literature Series:
First up:
THE CROW AND THE PITCHER
A Crow that was very thirsty found a Pitcher
with a little water in it, but the water lay so low
that she could not come at it.
She tried first to break the pitcher, and then
to overturn it, but it was both too strong and
too heavy for her. She thought at last of a way,
for she dropped a great many little pebbles into
the Pitcher, and thus raised the water until she
could reach it.
Crows are a smart bird. I have heard of them actually doing this. Just another very smart female.
Second:
A COUNTRY FELLOW AND THE RIVER
A stupid Boy, who was sent to market by the
good old woman, his Mother, to sell butter and
cheese, made a stop by the way at a swift river,
and laid himself down on the bank there, until
it should run out.
About midnight, home he goes to his Mother,
with all his market goods back again.
"Why, how now, my Son?" says she.
"What have we here?"
"Why, Mother, yonder is a river that has
been running all this day, and I stayed till just
now, waiting for it to run out; there it is,
running still."
"My Son," says the good woman,"thy head
and mine will be laid in the grave many a day
before this river has all run by. You will never
sell your butter and cheese if you wait for
that."
I do wonder what this boys name was.
I think all he wanted to do was be lazy and not do what he was told and blame something else for him not doing what he was told. Just being a stupid boy.
I have part of a newspaper from Okinawa called Morning Star. It's from February 21, 1963.
Here are a few stories from it.
Well, that's all I have to share with you today.
I hope you will come by again real soon for more Fading History.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy
