Author: Man From PazzoloMan From Pazzolo
Date: Mar 14, 2007 05:51
Two Gallons of Paint (a short story)
It was very early morning, and the sun was not yet visible in the
brightening sky. On both sides of the old country road, frogs and crickets
made quite a bit of music, as the birds with sweeter songs tried to be heard
in the trees above.
A young boy walked with his father on the road to town. Each of them carried
a few sticks, small cuttings from willows that had been simply, but
attractively, fashioned into walking sticks. The boy did this in the
evenings, whenever he had the time. A skill he had learned from his
grandfather. Already, the boy showed a fine talent for carving.
Behind them waddled two white ducks accompanied by a small dog.
"Where are we going?" the dog asked the ducks. "I've never been this far
from home."
"Oh, we are going to the market," the older duck answered.
"What's a market?" the dog asked.
"It's a grand place, with lots of people from all around the countryside.
And lots of animals are there, too!" the younger duck replied. "I've heard
so much about it!"
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