We thank God for already conquering the condition of forgiveness and understanding...
while many people are still continuing to offend and hurt others and are in need of the forgiveness and understanding! E.R.
Translation – Tonia Leigh Wind – US — 2006 / Illustration - Rose Costa - Br
1st. Edition en Portuguese - Editora Lar Fabiano de Cristo - Rio de Janeiro BR – 2005 http://www.clubedearte.org.br/index2.html
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Shall we read the story of the Little Lizard together?
There once was a castle in the middle of a large forest.
In the castle there lived a little green lizard that had never left that place to see the light of day.One day she got up the nerve to go to the big main door of the castle. The door was open and so she decided to go outside.
When she appeared at the big castle door, the Sun was waiting there smiling and said:
"Welcome, Little Lizard!!!
Come take a walk in the flowery meadow!!! Come and play with the beautiful butterflies!!!"
The little Lizard was so very, very happy!!!
She ran outside and soon came upon the Blue Stream.
- "What a beautiful stream!!!"
- "Is the stream singing for me, Mr. Sun?"
The sun answered that the stream never stopped singing. The stream thanked God for the gift of life and it returned the gift in the form a harmonious melody.
It also gave water to all of the thirsty animals for them to drink, and offered delicious fish to the fishermen.
The Little Green Lizard came closer to the stream with her heart full of happiness.
When she looked into the water, she could see the reflection of her own image.
She thought happily to herself:
- "I have a friend. Hoorah!
I have a friend!"
The affectionate sun, who was a very dear friend, explained to her that it was her reflection, just as if she were looking into a big mirror.
In seeing this, she discovered that it would be really nice to have someone else with her.
That way she wouldn’t need to be so alone...
The lonely little green Lizard asked the sun to bring a friend to live with her...
And that’s what he did!!!
He went speedily to wake up another little lizard that lived alone in another part of the castle.
He called her to come outside and the two little lizards met each other...
They thanked their friend, the Sun, for being so considerate and for being such a great friend.
The House in the Orchard
By Elsa Rossi
Once upon a time in a tiny city by the sea. There, at the top of the hill, a house was almost hidden in middle of very tall trees, but two towers could be seen.
Seen from a distance, the house seemed to be a church, or if seen from a different angle it seemed to look like a castle.
The trees around the house were so tall that its huge windows could barely be seen.
Its stonewalls were covered with ivy, which is a little green plant that goes up and up towards the sky. Thus, ivy had grown attaching itself to the walls of the old house in a very beautiful manner. Some windows were always kept closed.
The inhabitants of that region said that fifty years ago that house used to be a very happy place, where many parties were thrown and where many guests used to come and go around its gorgeous gardens.
Many years ago a tragic thing happened, and since then its only inhabitant never opened the doors to guests again.
How sad to see the trees left without proper care. Plants and flowers disappearing on among bushes that were now replacing what once had been a beautiful garden.
In the backyard there were many apple trees, which insisted on producing beautiful fruit. Even the apple trees seemed old and tired now!
No one enjoyed its fruit.
Little birds found a great source of food there. Stalks of old trees were covered with moss and insects. Foxes went there to enjoy the apples that had fallen from the trees. Even then, many apples went rotten and became fertilizer that renovates the soil.
No one dared to go near the House in the Bush, for this was how the house became known for many generations. It was said that a very bad old man was living in there and he did not want anyone to go near it.
As time passed by the real story was forgotten and people were not interested anymore in knowing who was living there, or what this person’s occupation was.
Many years passed by.
Around the house, a city was growing with new buildings, streets and places.
Many children would come and go from school passing in front of the big old gate, which was always closed.
That day was a very sunny and bright day.
A new family had moved into the number 53 which had borders with number 55, the House in the Bush.
A happy healthy family of 5 moved in.
Ah! Let’s not forget the smiling dog Lily. Lily was treated as a member of Mr. Jacques’s family: Mrs. Mary and the children, Charles, Claudia and Mirelle. Monsieur Jacques had been transferred from Belgium by his employers and was settled down in that growing neighbourhood with his family, in the suburbs of that little city.
Thus, Mr. Jacques and his family who did not know anything about the old stories of the neighbourhood went out for a walk to get to know the area.
Lily, their little dog, had black and white fur. It was always in good mood and was a source of joy for the family, entertaining everybody with her pirouettes and running ahead of the children.
The three children, Charles, Mirelle and Claudia had got little Lily, when she was still being breast-fed. Her mother had been run over and died from the wounds.
Lily had been brought up with zeal and tenderness, and in recognition to the dedication of the children, Lily was obedient and very hygienic. Lily did not try to escape from her bath time, collaborating with the maintenance of cleanliness of all rooms. It made Mrs. Mary very happy.
And Mrs. Mary was very demanding in establishing the order of the objects and the cleanliness of her house.
Well, a few days after moving in the family decided to go for a walk around.
Mirelle and Claudia were twins. They were both, very obedient dear daughters. They were 10. Charles was 12 years old and very clever, always ahead running with Lily.
The three children run too far ahead and were spying through the slits in the big old gate, already corroded by the weather and time. Plants were coming out of the gate through its slits. The children realized that the gate was slightly open. Who would live in there? - Charles thought.
Tuned in, Claudia and Mirelle had the same thought. It seems that Lily heard the thoughts of the children as Lily started pushing Charles inside the garden, as if inviting him to follow.
Curiosity made the children to open the gate a little further, which quickly opened allowing the children to enter the garden.
When the gate opened Lily very quickly run inside with Charles just after her shouting…
“Lily!... Lily!... come... come back here!... Lily... Lily...”he was calling to his cheeky little dog. But Lily did not listen, she was so happy she found a beautiful and large garden to run free.
That garden was a once stage for many receptions, many parties, lights and happiness. But for a long time now, it had not seen the adventures of children that once rolled over in its grass, or made bouquets with its flowers…
Oh! How sad! It was all being neglected.
No flowers were cultivated, only plants with thorns. Everything had been left in the past.
Young weeds and wild flowers were fighting to survive each other, trying to reach sunlight for vital energy. Some used thorns as a way to defend themselves against animals and insects.
And then, Lily, who was running free and happily went up the clogged up stairs leading to a veranda. It was clogged up with old pieces of wood that had fallen from the ceiling, mixing with the plants born out of humidity created in time that had spread along the stairs. Lily went up to the end of the veranda’s corridor, till the back door of the House in the Bush. Charles, who was following Lily, suddenly had his attention caught by to an orchard. ”What a beautiful orchard, what beautiful trees!”
He was enchanted when he saw the apple trees full of beautiful apples, and a huge quantity of apples on the soil. He took one of them and went back to call for his sisters to see the orchard!
The children who always had lived in big cities, in small flats, had no idea that a House in the Bush surrounded by trees that produced apples could exist.
And the apples were real, very different from the wax-apples decorating the dinner table at their house. These apples were real, had a sweet perfume and were beautiful… very beautiful!
Charles rubbed one on his shirt and saw that the glint coming from the apple’s skin almost reflected his image, as if in a mirror.
- Charles thought: - “Wow! Fantastic! And I thought it only existed in the bedtime stories my mother used to tell me when I was little…”
Charles, running towards his parents, started calling his sisters: Claudiaaaaa! Mirelleeeee! Come here to see what beautiful apples...!
At this moment our little cheeky Lily began to bark incessantly, nervously in front of the backdoor of the house.
She was nowhere to be seen, but could be very well heard.
Although Mirelle called Lily she would not obey. Charles also called but was not obeyed either. It was a very strange behaviour coming from Lily. Carefully, getting away from the rotten wood they manage to reach to where Lily was.
“I will punish her, Charles thought!”
Lily had never disobeyed before, what could be happening to her?
Then suddenly, they stopped and heard a hoarse voice that seemed to come from very far away!
“Heeelllp... Heeeelllp meeeee… Heeelllp... Heeeelllp meeee.....
Heeelllp meeee... Heeeeellllp...”
They paid more attention and realized that the call for help was coming from inside the house..
Quickly, before answering, Charles run to the gate and called his parents, telling them to come quickly! Somebody was asking for help inside that old house.
Mr. Jacques quickly entered the garden, went to the backdoor and also heard the appeal for help! They all could hear a voice that yelled non-stop but now in a weak voice: - “Help!... Help me!...”
Mr. Jacques reached for the knob and the door opened immediately.
When they entered the kitchen... how sad! They found and old man with long white hair and beard on the floor. Suddenly they realised that he had slipped from a wooden bench while trying to reach for a portrait that for years had been hanging very high on the wall.
Before any question and aiming at helping Mr. John (the old man with white beard and hair). Mr. Jacques did not waste any time. Immediately called the ambulance and Mr. John, was taken to the Hospital of the small city.
They all hugged Lily. Dogs have a much better hearing than human beings.
Lily sensing what had happened inside the house and barking, vigorously, had managed to attract everyone’s attention.
Instead of being punished, the little courageous dog Lily got much praise and tenderness for her brave action.
Indeed, Mr. John had been helped in time. If it was not for Lily’s action, he could have died there by himself and for sure no one would have missed him, since Mr. John had himself kept everybody away from him.
Two weeks of beautiful sunny spring days had passed.
One morning, when gathering the correspondence, Mrs. Mary found a small yellowish envelope, apparently very old. She opened it and for her surprise, she read the following:
“My dear friends,
Jacques, Mary, Charles, Mirelle, Claudia and little Lily!
I am pleased to invite you to come to my house on Saturday afternoon.
I want to show my gratitude for your help.
If it was not for you I could have died!
It seemed that that the invitation was directed at Lily, since she was so excited that run from one place to the other barking much more than the usual. Charles, Mirelle and Claudia, could barely wait for Saturday.
They very much wanted to see Mr. John recover.
However, they were even more interested in seeing the garden of the House in the Bush, in exploring the beautiful trees, in gathering figs and apples.
It was possible that little foxes lived there. They would then have the opportunity to see a real baby fox and not only the one in the book of Saint Exupèry. How exciting!
This would be a very different Saturday in their lives.
The much expected day arrived!
The children got up in the morning, set up their beds, afterwards they what went for shower and to get ready for breakfast. As it was a Saturday, they did not need to wake up that early, since there was no school. But that did not matter. It was far too important that they were awake and making plans for the visit to the House in the Bush, later on, after lunch.
The neighbours in the street got to know what had happened.
They almost did not believe that the newly arrived Belgian family had already been invited to enter that mysterious house.
Tens of years had passed and nobody dared to put foot in that private place.
Well, the neighbours got happy!
Something had changed. It seemed that the ambiance around the House in the Bush had changed. Yes, even the air seemed to have a perfume! The joy of that Saturday, with its brilliant sun was in perfect keeping with the event.
The time to go arrived.
Jacques, Mary, Mirelle, Charles and Claudia, (not forgetting Lily) went out and walked 50 metres. They stopped in front of the big old gate. They looked each other! Without a word to each other they all communicated very well. They held hands on a silent agreement of strength in the good and crossed the big gate.
They were walking around the house towards the back when a voice called them:
“Friends, from here”!
They returned and saw Mr. John. – “Good afternoon friends! Through here, through here”... he showed them another side of the entrance, where it seemed to have stairs of pink marble.
Moving with certain difficulty the bushes that hid the steps, they managed to go through stems even more stems and get to the top of the stairs.
It was a very beautiful veranda from where the whole garden could be seen. A large double door in carved wood was open for the first time in fifty years.
They entered the room.
The children, who are the hands of Jesus on Earth, being more relaxed embraced Mr. John. Caught by surprise, he said nothing, was mute. From his beautiful blue eyes, in the face illuminated with happiness, two tears came down and going along his wrinkled face finished into his white beard
Mr. John said:
Forgive me the emotion. It has been fifty years since I received for the last time the sweet embrace of my three children. They were your age.
He kissed their fronts and embraced them, the three at once.
Silence was broken by the noise of the children discovering, in the large room, objects they never saw before. There were hunting trophies hanging in the walls and they were sorry to see heads of deer and other stuffed animals. The room looked like a museum they had visited in their city.
Mrs. Mary realized that the house had been cleaned in a hurry. He had taken the dust from the chairs and the large table, where sweet apples, biscuits and a teapot with hot tea were now ready waiting for the guests.
It was Mr. John’s way to thank the help he got from his new neighbours, or better, his friends!
When Mr. John saw little Lily, he got down on his knees with some difficulty, took her on his lap and tenderly embraced her, while stroking her fur and saying to her:
“ - Thanks little Lily!” “Thanks for having heard my request for help. If it was not for you, for all of you, looking at all of them, what would have been of me? Where would I be now? I could have died as my dear loved ones fifty years ago.”
He was going to continue talking but was interrupted by the request of the children.
- Mr. John, can we visit your apple trees, and play in your orchard?
It will be a pleasure to see you playing under the trees, my little ones, answered Mr. John.
Their parents also agreed to it.
The three children left the house running happily, followed by their attentive little friend, Lily.
Mr. John, told his new friends what caused the accident in the kitchen.
From time to time he used to take the portrait where he kept the pictures of his wife and 3 children putting the portrait to his heart. He cried for many and many hours incapable of accepting their abrupt departure.
Mr. John did not believe that the spirit was immortal, that there was no death. He did not believe that life is composed of many existences and that in each existence the spirit progresses.
But he was talking about the pictures in the portrait and saying:
“These are the pictures of my wife and three little children, who died when a carriage in which they were coming back home, fell into a river on a stormy day”.
“They were coming from school around 4 miles from here. The landscape was much different at that time. There were no houses nearby”.
The horse got frightened and the carriage dived into the river. There was nobody to help them. The driver and the governess… all died”.
“Since then”, said Mr. John, “I had no more happiness. I decided to live by myself, enclosed and alone in this house”.
Later, slowly everybody left me and age started to come and I stayed here just waiting for the time of my death.
At this point, Monsieur Jacques, who was a spiritualised man and very religious and cultivated charity in his heart, looking for spiritual inspiration took the opportunity and with few words explained to Mr. John about the wonders of the after life, that nobody dies. He told Mr. John about the immense work of the Spirits, codified by Allan Kardec.
Mr. John got interested and they agreed to start a reading to allow Mr. John to obtain enlightenment about the after life. There were so many questions that Mr. John asked to Jacques, that he decided to go to his house and brought a fabulous gift for Mr. John, “The Spirits’ Book.”
Giving the book to Mr. John, he said:
- “Dear friend, everything in life has a reason for its existance. There are no coincidences. Neither victims nor punishments. Neither heaven nor hell has such physical spaces. In this book you will find all answers to your questions.
Continuing, Jacques said: - “Thus, dear John, if you want, we can study together and say prayers of gratitude to God, to our Master Jesus for having put us in the pathway of each other. Together in prayer, walking towards the same direction, which is the spiritual evolution of each one of us.”
Mr. John cried in gratitude. In years he had never had guests that caring. He had never seen a book like that. These were simple people who came to bring him soothing to this sufferance of so many years.
Certainly coincidences do not exist. I am the prove of it. I am here, healthy again thanks to you, friends of my heart.
At a certain point the children come back, happily, with Lily always smiling.
The little dog jumps onto the lap of Mr. John.
The children do the same and they all smile happily.
They were a happy family reunited.
From the spiritual world, four illuminated spirits also smile.
These were Mr. John’s wife and children who had always been besides him, giving help from the Spiritual World.
They were happy, yes, because, Monsieur Jacques’s family had listened to them through intuition.
Due to these events, happiness came back to Mr. John’s heart.
The House in the Bush would not be called in this way, but The House in the Orchard.
As from that day, Mr. John started to invite all neighbours and all who wished to gather apples, figs and to make picnics in this garden.
The neighbours loved such change.
Each one who would go there to gather apples helped to cut the grass, the old stems of the trees, planting and gathering what made the community, the whole village very happy.
Mr. John became loved by all, adults and children.
There were far too many invitations for tea from his neighbours for him to be able to make it.
We always must have it in mind that whatever happened to us, has a reason to be. We must have always a heart grateful to God, because some good learning experiences will be derived from the easy and the difficult situations in our existences.
05.05.2008 – revised by Alec Gifford - UK
--- Fundação Biblioteca Nacional (Brazilian National Library Foundation) Copyright – © 2004 - ® Author of text in English– Elsa Rossi
Fundação Biblioteca Nacional (Brazilian National Library Foundation)
Copyright – © 2004 - ® Author of text in English– Elsa Rossi
Translation by: Elsa Almeida –
1st Electronic Edition – February 2006 - © all rights reserved to the author
05 - 05 - 2008
The Enchanted Garden
by Elsa Rossi
Once upon a time, when all the animals of the Green Forest were feeling worn out by the burdens of life, they decided to make an
In order to do so, they started to walk in search of the Rainbow of Happiness, but they did not know which direction to take.
The wiser animals, such as the Lion, the Owl and the Fox, said that the Rainbow was on the north side of the
The most intelligent ones, such as the Elephant and the Hawk and the Pink Dolphin said that the Rainbow was on the south side of the
The most humble animals, such as the Nightingale, the Turtle and the Deer, amongst others, said that in order for them to find the Rainbow, they should first cultivate PEACE within their hearts.
Since they all had different opinions about which direction to take, they decided to have a vote. By doing this, all the animals would be able to participate, and once they had the result, they would all take the same direction together.
But in the end, they decided that some should go to the north side of the
Also, a few of them would remain where they were, meditating on what the Nightingale had said, with his beautiful birdsong that gave such pleasure to the entire
Then the Nightingale start singing so loudly that his song touched their hearts and they started to feel PEACE.
At this moment, when PEACE had filled all their hearts, the Rainbow was seen. ‘What a marvellous surprise’, they all exclaimed.
There were many animals, big and small, with birds of all sizes, coming from everywhere, from all corners of the
The animals no longer needed to take the journey to the North or to the South, for the multicoloured Rainbow was right there, embracing all of them in the sweet PEACE of their hearts.
How good they felt, because with PEACE in their hearts, the inhabitants of the
The wiser creatures clearly understood that everyone having the same thoughts of love and PEACE would unite them. And on being united, everyone could find his or her heart’s desire. United, they could build their beautiful
The Rainbow of Happiness was there, with its lovely colours arching over the sky of the
Now, for the first time, PEACE was in the hearts of all the inhabitants of the
Author - Elsa Rossi - UK
Translation – Elsa Almeida - UK
1st revision by Jussara Korngold - US
Finalrevision by Andrew Powell - UK
Pat was a pretty little girl.
She was only 5 years old.
It was very wet, windy & dark so Pat was quite sad.
She decided stay in ther bedroom because of the thunder and lightning. On days like these Pat used to cuddle her Teddy Bear very tight.
Her mum was helping Pat to sort out her toys and jigsaw puzzles into their drawers, toy boxes and up onto the shelves above her bed.
Tomorrow, would be Pat’s birthday. It would also be one year since the day her dad John had returned to the Spiritual World.
Pat was feeling so upset because she was missing her daddy so much!
On the bed, she kept a beautiful furry Teddy Bear named Lucky, who was always by her side, whenever she slept or was upset.
Her dad, John had given Lucky to her, the day before he had died in a car accident.
When her dad gave Lucky to her, Pat was smaller than she is now. At that time even the Teddy Bear was taller than her.
One year ago Pat’s family was so happy.
Pat’s dad, had given her a present of a big, brightly wrapped box and she had no idea of what could be inside.
The box was bigger than her, and it was so heavy!
She was very puzzled to know waht was inside, so she asked her dad:
- “DADDY, WHAT'S INSIDE THIS BIG BOX?" “PLEASE TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU GIVING ME?”
-“Open it and see,...” he said.
When she finally removed the shiny wrapping and opened the big box she was so happy to see Lucky for the very first time!
-“Oh! I am so happy!” “I love you so much daddy!”, she said excitedly.
Remembering that day she felt very sad and started to cry.
Her mum was trying to persuade her to sort out her stuff and separate some of the toys she didn’t want any more, so she could donate them to charity.
These toys would then find a new home and make some poor children from other countries happier.
Suddenly Pat jumped up and sat on the lap of the Teddy Bear, saying to her mum:
-“Ok mummy, I don’t mind giving most of my toys to the poor children. You and dad have always taught me how important is to help people who have less than us. So, I want to do what you've shown me”.
Pat then started to separate the toys, dolls, small teddy bears and jigsaw puzzles, organising them all into a big box.
Suddenly, she stopped and said to her mum:
-“Mummy, please promise me you'll never throw my Lucky away?”
- “Of course I could never do that my darling!... I know how special this Teddy Bear is to you. So, I will never give it away.”, said her mum.
Pat stopped crying and hugged her huge Teddy Bear “Lucky” very tight. She kissed him and started to talk to him as she used to each time she was upset.
-“Oh my dear Lucky, mummy once said to me that daddy is now living in another world called the Spiritual Word. She said he is happy there, that he can often come here to see us and is watching over us all the time. I know this is true, because I can see him in my dreams, and sometimes, I can even walk around with him. He also tells me stories like he used to when I needed to go to sleep...”
Her mum was listening to her talking to Lucky, while she was organising the chest of drawers. She stopped what she was doing, sat on a chair and called her little daughter to sit on her lap.
She said to Pat:
-“Pat, your dad is living in a very special place. However, we must carry on with our lives here. There, where he lives, in the Spiritual World, he is also carrying on with his studies and work. The only difference between us here and him there is that he doesn’t have a body like ours anymore. He is a spirit with eternal life.”
- Sometimes when we are missing your dad very much, we will feel sad because he is not here with us in the way we wish he could be. However we should be happy, because we will never forget him, nor will we be far from each other, as we will always be together in our thoughts, hearts and dreams, or at times when we pray for our spiritual guardians to help us better understand our lives”.
- “Tomorrow, will be a beautiful sunny day,... You will see. Tonight you will dream of your dear daddy and when you wake up tomorrow you feel very happy. You will feel that he will be sharing this happiness with you in the place he is now,...”
- “... and one day, we will all be together again.”
After Pat had listened attentively to everything her mum said, she went to bed.
She fell asleep very quickly and had very nice dreams.
The next day the sun rose above the horizon. The sky was blue and the heavy clouds were far away.
- “What a beautiful day!”, exclaimed Pat’s mum while waking her up on her birthday.
When Pat looked out the window she was so happy!,... and said full of joy.
- “Mummy, last night I dreamed of daddy! He was smiling at me all the time.”
-“Wonderful!” – exclaimed her mother. “Come and have your breakfast, and you can tell me all about your dream”.
English proof reading - Tom and Aline Holt –
I am most grateful to my friend Stephen Mc Alonan and Alec Gifford - UK
The Little Caterpillar
was walking along so cheerfully.
and do you know where?
Going to the supermarket in a open-air or may be in the fun-fair!
...stem, ...soft leaves...
When she come back home,
she washed all of them so carefully…
and after that…
Do you know what she did?
? ? ? ? ? ?
She ate ... and ate ... and ate and
she became so fat,
that she swelled...
and almost blew up!
...but on a beautiful sunny day...
into a pretty butterfly
Let’s finish by drawing this friendly caterpillar?
Let add some feet and colour her!
Translation - Ana Sinclair - UK
Translation - Ana Sinclair - UK
Proof reading Patricia Barker UK
Proof reading Patricia Barker UK
Revised by Alec Gifford - UK
Revised by Alec Gifford - UK
1st Edition - May 2005 - © all rights reserved to the author
Revision by Tonia Leigh Wind - US 2006
The Black Crow and the Fox with Golden Fur
Once upon a time, long, long ago…
there lived a small black crow, which lived alone in one of the many fig trees growing in a very large garden.
One lazy afternoon, with the sun setting on the horizon, a pitiful sound was heard coming from the crow.
He was crying.
Daniel and all his friends asked Daniel’s father, why the crow was making such a noise.
Daniel’s father replied that many years ago the little crow had a small, female black crow as its partner. Then one day a terrible thing happened.
Daniel and his friend’s eyes were wide open with anticipation, waiting to hear what had happened.
Then Daniel’s father said:
“Do you remember the fox with the golden fur?”
“Yes”, replied Daniel.
“Well, the fox with the golden fur hunted the female black crow and ate her.”
“Oh, that’s such a shame”, said Daniel and his friends.
“Well, it’s completely true”, said Daniel’s father.
“Poor little black crow”, replied all the boys together.
“Father?” asked Daniel.
“Would this be why the little black crow cries when the sunset arrives every afternoon?”
“Perhaps”, said Daniel’s father, “Who knows.”
“Father, may I ask another question?”
“Yes”, said Daniel’s father.
“Do birds have feelings like us?”
“No”, replied father. “Generally animals and birds have instincts, although some may say that occasionally birds and animals do indeed possess feelings.”
“But, if the little black crow is crying, is it because he misses his mate? Is he in pain?”
“I really don’t know”, said Daniel’s father.
Daniel continued to ask questions regarding animals and their behaviour.
“Father, I have noticed that lately the little fox has been coming on its own. What happened to its partner?
Daniel’s father said:
“Well, the hunter came. He hunted the male fox, now the female is all alone.”
Daniel considered on all his father had said to him, then asked:
“Father, why do we have hunters nowadays?”
Daniel’s father sat and thought about his response for some time. Eventually he said to his son:
“Son, in reply to your question, the type of man who can do this sort of thing is actually much less than an animal, bird or even an insect.”
And continued…“Unfortunately, these types of people seem to only have instincts. When they came into this world they hadn’t fully developed enough to possess complete human feeling; unfortunately only instinct.”
It was getting dark. Daniel’s friends went home.
Daniel was about to ask more questions, but his father said to him:
“Daniel, come in now. Wash your hands, eat some supper, then go to sleep.”
To you, my dear friend, who is reading this little tale, tomorrow will be another day. Perhaps, if you dream a lovely dream for the little black crow, he will find himself another little female black crow.
If you sleep well enough, you might even dream a special dream of the lonely fox finding himself a beautiful new mate, one who has gorgeous golden fur, and together making friends with and telling other foxes that it is wonderful to have black crows as friends, and all of them living happily ever after.
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Revision - Tonia Leigh Wind (US),
The Spiritual Benefactors who are our Guardian Angels that inspire us, my grandchildren who are the light of my soul, my friends that encourage me, and Tonia Wind (US), who revised this Electronic Edition.