My name is Ferdinand, or Ferdinand the fantastic feline, or Ferdinand that flipping cat, depending on which side of the fence you sit. This side of the divide, I'm purrfection on paws – an accurate description. That side, I'm *#*@*"! I sit on many fences and have many stories to tell...!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Far too hot for a cloak!
"Hello Ferdi."
"Hi LIl."
"What you readin?"
"James Baldwin."
"What?"
"James Baldwin."
"What."
"James Baldwin."
"Oh, Is it good?
"It's a fable about pursuasion over force.."
"What?"
"It's a fable."
"On the table?"
"Fable, Lil. Fable."
"What happens?"
"A man who takes his cloak off."
"Ferd?"
"Yes Lil?"
"What's it about?"
"A man wearing a cloak."
"What?"
"A man."
"Oh! What happens?"
"He takes off his cloak."
"What?"
"He removes his cloak."
"Why?"
"Cos he's hot."
"What?"
"He's hot."
"What not?"
"Not what not, hot."
"Hot not!"
"He's too hot in his cloak."
"Well he would be; day like this, fancy wearing a cloak on a day like this," Lil said, and said. "Far too hot to wear a cloak!" and then said, "I'm hot and I'm not wearing a cloak.. before stepping out to gulp some green water from the bird bath. On her return she said, "don't know why you do all that reading, I could have told you that: it's too hot for a cloak."
"Would you like too read it?"
"What?"
"Read it?"
"No not now I know what it's about..."
The wind and the Sun once had a dispute as to which was the stronger of the two.
"Do you see that traveler plodding along the road?" said the Wind. "Let us both try our strength on him, and let the one who can first strip him of his cloak be the winner."
"Agreed," said the Sun.
The Wind began first. He blew a blast which sent the leaves flying through air; he raised clouds of dust in the road, bent the tops of the trees to the ground, and even tore up one sturdy oak by the roots. But the colder it grew and the more it stormed, the tighter the traveler held his cloak around him.
Then the Sun began. He burst out from behind a black cloud, and, little by little, darted his sultry beams upon the traveler's head and back. The man did not notice this much at first, but soon the heat was so great that he stopped to wipe the sweat from his face.
"Ah!" he said, " I cannot stand this. It is so hot that one might as well be in an oven!" Then he threw off his cloak, and carried it under his arm; and when he came to a tree by the roadside he sat down under its shade to cool himself.
After that, the Wind never claimed to be stronger than the Sun...
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