Mr. Etoo's Stories

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It was 1953, it was spring, and it was a great time to be a kid!

School would be out soon, and there were three long months of summer vacation to look forward to.

Tom Mix and Roy Rogers were still making movies, and the local theater

had decided not to raise it's prices. You could still get into

the Saturday matinee for thirty five cents. And that included a Buck Rogers cliff hangar serial and a cartoon!

A carnival was coming to town in July, and a circus in August. What more could a guy ask for?

The boy and his friend had been thinking about all these things as

they watched their kite soar gracefully above them in the sky over

the large open field. The boy was ten and his friend was eleven,

and although they were a grade apart in school, they were the best of buddies and did everything together.

They came to this field often, to fly kites, or play cowboys

and Indians, or just to explore. There were woods along one

side of the clearing that were great for hiding and building forts in.

And if you were playing the part of an Indian there was

a stone fence that offered protection from the cowboys after a raid on their camp.

It was in this very field that the carnivals set up their rides and

the circuses put up their tents. And as much fun as it was to

wander around those events while they were there, it was

even more exciting to see them leave, and then race to the field to see what treasures may have been left behind.

There was always something. A broken trinket, a length of

thick rope, or maybe even change from some kids pocket

when he had been turned upside down while riding "The Octopus"! A person never knew what they might discover.

Yup, it was a really neat field.

It was getting late, and the two friends decided it was time to go.
The older boy gave one last hard tug on the kite's string,

as he always did, trying to get it to dive and loop, and then they reeled in the line and started for home.

The path out of the field went by an old apple tree, and for

the past week or so they had been watching a large yellow

caterpillar who had made his home on one of the branches.

They had watched him slowly inch his way up and down

the branch looking for any new leaves that might have

sprouted. But there wasn't much new growth on

the tree this early in the year, and so they had wondered how he would survive.

They didn't see the caterpillar today. Instead they noticed

a large, grey, lifeless looking cocoon, and they wondered

if their yellow friend had died. But it was getting very late,

and the boys friend said his stomach hurt, probably

from hunger, so they didn't wonder about it too long, and continued their walk home.

The next morning the boy and his friend walked to school

together as usual. They arrived with a little time left before

the first bell, so they took a few moments

to wander around the playground and discuss their plans for that evening.

The boy's friend wanted to go fishing at Mudd Creek,

the water was getting high there and he thought perhaps the trout may have come back early this year.

It was also just about time to start getting their bicycle-built-for-two back

together. Neither friend had a great bike, but when the rear

wheel was removed from one, and the front fork of the other

attached, it made a super fast and fun vehicle!

(and sticking playing cards in the spokes of

the wheels made it sound just like the full dress Harley Davidson

motorcycles they would see on the highway...well, almost...)

But nothing definite was decided upon,

and so, when the second bell rang they went their separate ways.

Noon came, and when the boy entered the cafeteria it was

buzzing with excitement. Someone in Mrs. Foster's class

had gotten very sick and had to be taken to the hospital!

The boy's friend was in Mrs. Foster's room, and so the boy

looked around the busy lunch room trying to find him.

But his friend wasn't there so the boy sat next to some of his other classmates.

Everyone seemed to have a different version of what had happened,

and there were a lot of rumors, but the one thing they all seemed

to agree upon was the fact that it had been the boys friend who had gotten sick.

Lunch period ended and soon the school day was over.

The boy hurried home to see if his friend had returned from

the hospital yet. He was sure his friend would have

wonderful stories of being poked with long needles,

being asked to say "ahhh" a hundred times, and other strange and unknown things.

There were a lot of cars in his friends driveway as the boy walked

past, but he didn't see anyone and so he continued to his home two

houses away. His grandmother was in the kitchen baking when

he walked in, and she asked him if he had heard about his friend.

She said he had suffered an attack of acute appendicitis. His

appendix had burst in school, and by the time they got him to

the hospital it was too late. The poison had spread

throughout his body and he had died a short while ago.

His best friend was gone.

There was no one to take him to the funeral, and so he decided to

go to the field. He hadn't had much experience with death.

He had seen dead squirrels and birds of course, but a person, that was different. He didn't understand.

Why did things have to die?

Where did they go?

Why did his best friend have to leave him?

He wanted to think about all these things and so he walked slowly

down the road to the field, carrying the kite, it's tail dragging along behind him.

As he passed the apple tree he noticed the dull, grey cocoon was

broken open. There was nothing inside, it was just a

cold empty ****l now, and there was no trace of the caterpillar.

There was a strong breeze, and the kite went up into the bright sky

easily. The boy sat on a rock and watched as the colorful kite swayed

in the wind and danced on it's tail. As he watched he thought about

all the good times he and his friend had had. Times that they could never have again.

Never again!

That was the part he couldn't accept. That he would never see his chubby, funny friend again.

The boy was very sad, but he didn't cry.

There was less wind now and it was getting نقرتين لعرض الصورة في صفحة مستقلة

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It was time to go.

He stood and began to wind the kite string onto it's holder.
He hadn't wound more than a half dozen turns when a beautiful yellow

Swallowtail butterfly landed on the line no more than two feet from his hand.

The string went slack in his hands, and it seemed the butterfly was

pulling on the line, trying to catch just one last gust of air under the

kite. The kite responded by soaring another fifty feet up into the air and then started floating slowly back to earth.

The line was taut in his hands again and the boy continued reeling it in.

As he did, the Swallowtail let go his hold on the line and flew upwards,

up past the kite and into the clear blue sky until it disappeared from the boy's sight.

Now the boy understood.

The caterpillar hadn't died. He had changed into something new

and wonderful, leaving behind an empty ****l which was no longer needed.

The boy knew he would never see his friend again, not as he had been.

But he knew his friend wasn't really gone. Instead, he too was off on a

great new adventure, his spirit soaring among the clouds. And he knew

that if he kept all the memories alive, the friendship and the good times, then his friend would never truly leave him.

His spirit would always be there.

Written by D. A. Tony Ciango for his friend...Jack G...1940-
1953.

لو في اي مشكلة في الكلمات بحاول اوضحا ليكم

وانتظرو القصة الجاية

المصدر: منتديات سودان ديجي للأغاني السودانية

كُتب : [ 18-08-2009 ]

شـكــ وبارك الله فيك ـــرا لك ... لك مني أجمل تحية .

قصة حلوة يامان

منتظرين القصة التانية

كُتب : [ 18-08-2009 ]

wow
this story is amazing
truly marvellious
thank you very much etoo
تقبل تحياتي نقرتين لعرض الصورة في صفحة مستقلة

كُتب : [ 24-08-2009 ]

Jack And Ann Are Married. They Are Not Happy Togther. Why Not
They Are Very Different. Jack Smokes.ann Doesn't Smoke.
Jack Like To Watch Baseball On Tv. Ann Doesn't Like Baseball. Ann Like Loud Music. Jack Doesn't Like Loud Music. Jack Snores At Night. Ann Can't Sleep.
One Day, Ann Looks At The House Next Door.
It Is For Sale. Ann Buys The House And Moves In.
Now Ann Lives In The House Next To Jack. In His House, Jack Can Watch Baseball On Tv.he Can Smoke. He Can Snore.
In Her House, Ann Can Listen To Loud Music. She Can Sleep.
Now Jack And Ann Are Married And Happy

كُتب : [ 25-08-2009 ]

!This story is simple, yet really good
.It's simple, funny, and was nice to read
!Thank you for sharing it with us etoo نقرتين لعرض الصورة في صفحة مستقلة

كُتب : [ 25-08-2009 ]

thanx etoo

they didn't agree about any thing

but ann figured it out

i think divorce will solve that

h3 h3

كُتب : [ 27-08-2009 ]

thanx etoo

nice story
accept my cross

كُتب : [ 28-08-2009 ]

thank you all for the comment

i hope you like it

كُتب : [ 29-08-2009 ]

Thankssssssss etoo beautiful stoooory

كُتب : [ 10-09-2009 ]

Olga's Mum

Olga and her mother lived together in a flat near a lake. Olga’s mother was old but
she was quite independent and could still move about without much difficulty. She
would wake up before Olga and prepare breakfast for both of them. Often she would
make oat porridge; other times she would make an omelette, served with soya sauce.

Later in the morning, after Olga had gone to work, her mother would walk slowly to
the market and buy vegetables. Then she would walk slowly back, stopping
occasionally for a rest and a chat with old friends. Olga herself would buy the heavy
things like rice, oil, sugar and oats.

Olga was concerned for her mother because she was getting obviously weaker.
Although her mother did not complain, Olga could observe the difference. Her
mother bravely carried on and told Olga not to worry about her.

Olga was an obstetrician at the hospital. She had applied for a promotion. Actually,
this was not the first time she had applied for a senior position, but she always
seemed to face a lot of obstacles.

Life was not easy for Olga. She faced the day-to-day stress of work. In addition, since
the hospital was short of staff, she had to do extra work. And then, she had to keep
up-to-date with the latest medical knowledge, to keep her own knowledge from
becoming obsolete.

One evening, Olga’s mother complained of difficulty in breathing. It was so bad that
she was unable do anything except lie weakly on the sofa. It seemed to Olga that her
breathing was obstructed by something in her throat.

In the morning, it had not improved. So when Olga suggested that she see the
doctor, her mother did not object. She obediently followed her daughter’s orders and
followed her out to the road where they hailed a taxi.

The doctor examined the old lady and agreed that there was an obstruction in her
throat. She was asked to go to hospital. At the hospital, the specialist found that there
was some swelling in the throat.

The doctor gave her some medicine. He asked that she stay overnight, for
observation, but neither Olga nor her mother felt that it was necessary.

Olga’s mother felt quite better that evening and was even strong enough to make a
special evening meal of roast duck.