La Licorne
THE STICK
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Yesterday a dream came true. Today I am going to find myself a stick. A
good stick, long and lean. In the morning -while the sheep do their
grazing- I am going to look out for
it, Morris -the dog- will keep an eye on the herd A nice dream. I will find one, and then another, and some
more. The one I like most will be cut. All of a sudden there she was. I was breathtaken. I don't need one with a V-top like the
elders. There are no snakes around this place. Dad
and my uncles rounded them off alright, if they are to be believed. Instead of shying away, she charmingly took
her breath and liberally came to a halt. A straight stick with a cute butt at the end.
It will be mine. No one will dare touch it, let alone take it
away. Rapidly babbling she looked me willingly into
the eyes. I will skin it with care, leaving no dent
marks. The slick green I will rub away from the reddish core. |
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She came so close that I had to look down on her. After, the sun will harden it till it becomes
strong to hold a weight. It can beat a cow without breaking. It was nice what I saw. Everyone will know it is mine. And last night I dreamt about it. No one is going to take the stick from a man.
Tonight I will go
and ask her. |
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