One Great Story: The Story of Fish
Her name is Fish. She swims and likes to wonder the great space. She also likes to pick up things with her mouth and check out how they taste like. There was one of those occasions, that one thing she picked up which she thought it would be the last for her.
It was meal time and they were all scrambling to their usual spot to look for those bits and pieces to fill their grumbling tummies. There she was again, wondering off from the school to explore special things.
Fish remembered swimming into a round opening once and hit her face at the other end. She could see the surroundings but she could not get out. She dashed frantically here and there, and realized she was stuck. Though she had the feeling that was crippling her, she gave her final attempt to swim the way she came from.
Blish! "I am free!" Fish exclaimed with great relief. That frantic swim out of the round opening found herself in a new location. In a blink, she saw something floating down from a short distance away. It looks like it was dancing. Fish quickly swam towards it and tried to taste it. The dancing motion of the thing slipped into Fish's anxious mouth and Fish looked around her wondering where that thing went.
Giving up her search, Fish swam back and rejoined her other friends.
"Oh! It is meal time again!" yelled Fish and now she was off to her exploration adventures. As she swam along, she noticed a wriggling thing coming down and it looks tasty. Fish swam swiftly to it and started to nibble on it. The next bite, she felt a tug and she felt herself in a new environment.
Flipping and flapping as Fish laid on the ground, gasping for her life and wondering what happened. She also saw many giants around her which looked different from those she saw in her adventures.
One of the giants picked her up and held her by the mouth. The giant took out that thing which Fish swallowed the other day and gave it to another giant, saying, "Here is a four-drachma coin, the tax for my Lord and me." As the crowd of giants dispersed, Fish thought to herself, "Oh! What is going to happen to me now?"
This giant still holding on to her, walked to the edge of the lake and talked to himself, "The Lord uses even fish for his purposes." The giant released Fish back into the lake and Fish swam as fast as she could, away from the surface.
Regaining her posture at a safe distance, Fish pondered, "Who is the giant referring to as 'the Lord'?"
Feeling the sense of freedom once more, Fish continued in her exploration for food and things, looking forward to how this 'Lord' shall use her in the next opportunity.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The Story of Chester
This story is about Chester. When he was still a little creature, he would take breaks wherever he goes. After a little nibble here and a bit of snack there, he would look for obscure places to rest his tummy and take a short but possible long nap. But one of those naps became a story to tell his friends, neighbors and fellow wanderers.
After munching off some crumbs out of left overs of radically fresh bread and some fishy meat, Chester carefully yet slowly scurried off to a wooden area, without letting any of the giants discover him and avoid receiving meteor-like stone throws at him. Finding a dark spot, he did what he delighted most, resting on his side and enjoying the coolness of the floor board.
Was it only a minute ago that Chester rested or did he dose off for a full hour, when he felt the floor shaking. It felt like it was being hovered up and glided off. He quickly awakened himself and peeped out from where he was, but did his best to remain hidden within the embrace of the darkness.
"Let us take the boat and travel to the next town", said one of the giants. This particular giant looked like a gentle giant as compared to the other giants in the 'boat' they called. In fact, he has a different smell - the smell of wood and of the garden. The other giants smelled of the meat Chester recalled enjoying earlier.
As the boat sailed along, Chester could see the day lights moving into where he was and he has to stay hidden as much as he could and quickly looked out for a better secure location in the boat. He scurried into the place where the nets were kept. As Chester settled himself there, he could see again the gentle giant lying down on his side, his head facing the side of the boat as if he too was trying to keep his eyes away from the day lights. He looked like he was worn out too as he laid very still. Chester wondered to himself that these giants were no different from him actually. They too grow tired and sleepy like him.
The next moment, Chester sniffed the air and sensed that a storm was nearing. He saw the surrounding getting darker and darker and he began to feel the boat rocking here and there. And then he felt the water sweeping through his feet across the floor board. As he struggled to keep his balance, he began to hear shouts and screams of the giants. Chester hurried to the edge, keeping his grip on the side and watched what was going on.
"Hurry! Water out!", said the brown faced giant and together with the rest of the giants were scurrying to scoop the water out to the sea with their wooden containers. Chester could see the strong anxious faces of those giants, exerting every ounce of energy to salvage their boat from the swarming waters. The waters were sweeping in, one after another and a couple of times the giants lost their balance, slipped and fell to the floor. But the next second they were up on their feet again to do their part to save their sinking transportation.
Chester was already wet by now and he noticed that the gentle giant who laid there at the side was still at that position in the midst of the commotion around him. Then one of the drenched giant came and shaked the shoulder of the gentle giant, "Teacher, don't you care if we drown?" He arose from his slumber like a baby awakened by the rocking cradle. He stood up and said, "Quiet! Be still!"
At an instance, the boat stilled. The wind and the waves became quiet. The sounds of the screaming and shouting giants turned into silence. It was as if the wind and the waves have drowned their voices away. Then the gentle giant said, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” Then the giants talked amongst themselves like they just got their voices back, saying, "Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!"
When the boat reached the other side, the giants arose and went their way, oblivious of the little Chester still pondering what has happened a while ago. When Chester recovered himself, he thought that during the storm, he too could have sunk with the boat, even though he was a good swimmer. Amidst that wild storm, even a great swimmer like Chester could not withstand.
As Chester scurried out of the boat, he stood up, drying himself in the daylight and at the same time, sniffing. He tried to see if he could recapture that smell - the smell of wood and of the garden. Then Chester would recognize that the gentle giant is nearby.
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After munching off some crumbs out of left overs of radically fresh bread and some fishy meat, Chester carefully yet slowly scurried off to a wooden area, without letting any of the giants discover him and avoid receiving meteor-like stone throws at him. Finding a dark spot, he did what he delighted most, resting on his side and enjoying the coolness of the floor board.
Was it only a minute ago that Chester rested or did he dose off for a full hour, when he felt the floor shaking. It felt like it was being hovered up and glided off. He quickly awakened himself and peeped out from where he was, but did his best to remain hidden within the embrace of the darkness.
"Let us take the boat and travel to the next town", said one of the giants. This particular giant looked like a gentle giant as compared to the other giants in the 'boat' they called. In fact, he has a different smell - the smell of wood and of the garden. The other giants smelled of the meat Chester recalled enjoying earlier.
As the boat sailed along, Chester could see the day lights moving into where he was and he has to stay hidden as much as he could and quickly looked out for a better secure location in the boat. He scurried into the place where the nets were kept. As Chester settled himself there, he could see again the gentle giant lying down on his side, his head facing the side of the boat as if he too was trying to keep his eyes away from the day lights. He looked like he was worn out too as he laid very still. Chester wondered to himself that these giants were no different from him actually. They too grow tired and sleepy like him.
The next moment, Chester sniffed the air and sensed that a storm was nearing. He saw the surrounding getting darker and darker and he began to feel the boat rocking here and there. And then he felt the water sweeping through his feet across the floor board. As he struggled to keep his balance, he began to hear shouts and screams of the giants. Chester hurried to the edge, keeping his grip on the side and watched what was going on.
"Hurry! Water out!", said the brown faced giant and together with the rest of the giants were scurrying to scoop the water out to the sea with their wooden containers. Chester could see the strong anxious faces of those giants, exerting every ounce of energy to salvage their boat from the swarming waters. The waters were sweeping in, one after another and a couple of times the giants lost their balance, slipped and fell to the floor. But the next second they were up on their feet again to do their part to save their sinking transportation.
Chester was already wet by now and he noticed that the gentle giant who laid there at the side was still at that position in the midst of the commotion around him. Then one of the drenched giant came and shaked the shoulder of the gentle giant, "Teacher, don't you care if we drown?" He arose from his slumber like a baby awakened by the rocking cradle. He stood up and said, "Quiet! Be still!"
At an instance, the boat stilled. The wind and the waves became quiet. The sounds of the screaming and shouting giants turned into silence. It was as if the wind and the waves have drowned their voices away. Then the gentle giant said, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” Then the giants talked amongst themselves like they just got their voices back, saying, "Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!"
When the boat reached the other side, the giants arose and went their way, oblivious of the little Chester still pondering what has happened a while ago. When Chester recovered himself, he thought that during the storm, he too could have sunk with the boat, even though he was a good swimmer. Amidst that wild storm, even a great swimmer like Chester could not withstand.
As Chester scurried out of the boat, he stood up, drying himself in the daylight and at the same time, sniffing. He tried to see if he could recapture that smell - the smell of wood and of the garden. Then Chester would recognize that the gentle giant is nearby.
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