Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other día the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his corazón ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke tu up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely mover with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would tu think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger dicho with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have tu ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have tu seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have tu ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have tu ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have tu ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have tu ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful o a coward? Have tu ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have tu ever see donkeys that lost their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have tu seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His corazón fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors o engineers’ Grandpa Roger dicho proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. tu are a donkey.’
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other día the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his corazón ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke tu up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely mover with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would tu think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger dicho with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have tu ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have tu seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have tu ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have tu ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have tu ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have tu ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful o a coward? Have tu ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have tu ever see donkeys that lost their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have tu seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His corazón fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors o engineers’ Grandpa Roger dicho proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. tu are a donkey.’
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope tu enjoy.
Read to the rhythym tu would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat por his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the siguiente time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
tu hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
tu twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
tu think tu can hurt me,
Just because tu gave me money,
tu think tu can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made tu fell.
I wish tu have never dado birth to me,
I wish I can expose what tu are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate tu to the heart's core,
I want tu to hear my vengeful call.
I respect tu because I must,
Yet tu blame me for not giving tu my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to tu por blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever tu will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
tu twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
tu think tu can hurt me,
Just because tu gave me money,
tu think tu can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made tu fell.
I wish tu have never dado birth to me,
I wish I can expose what tu are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate tu to the heart's core,
I want tu to hear my vengeful call.
I respect tu because I must,
Yet tu blame me for not giving tu my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to tu por blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever tu will grieve
When tu think tu think your in love. Its just a trick. When tu feel like your falling tu are. Your fallin down and down intill tu fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why tu fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
amor can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when tu fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When tu fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes tu feel. If tu think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what tu think. Thankyou!
amor can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when tu fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When tu fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes tu feel. If tu think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what tu think. Thankyou!