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Moon was sad. She had spent many years looking at the people on Earth and she saw that they were afraid. They were afraid of dying. To make them feel better she decided to call on her friend Spider to take a message to them. + N3 x6 I4 c& U3 U" M2 m' h" v
"Spider", She said,Franklin & Marshall, "The people of Earth are afraid of dying and that makes me very sad. Please tell them that they will all die sooner or later but it is nothing to be scared of."; ]0 X. B; S" `% u+ \1 }' a0 l
So Spider slowly made his way back to Earth, carefully picking his way down on moonbeams and sunbeams. On his way he met Hare.
! }* O7 y) ]6 t' j/ c1 P"Where are you going Spider?",franklin marshall pas cher, said Hare.
" O% l& u* D: L& g- U"I am going to give the people of Earth a message from Moon.", he said.( o6 ~ {/ U8 s
"Oh,Franklin et Marshall, you'll be far too long. Tell me the message and I'll take it there for you",Achat Franklin Marshall, replied Hare.
) i7 ?: i4 R+ b& Y7 ?$ v"OK,Franklin Marshall! Moon wants the people of Earth to know that they will all die......", Spider started.* e& I* X" T- o/ T6 t7 ~7 e& E
"Right! Tell the people of Earth that they will all die", said Hare. And with that, Hare disappeared off to Earth.5 M. @# y0 J6 L4 M% I
Spider gloomily made his way back to Moon and told Her what had happened. Moon was very cross with Hare and when he came back to tell them that he had given them the message, she hit him on the nose! And that is why to this day, the Hare has a split lip.
7 T# a, B# r! g; x"You had better take the message yourself", said Moon to Spider.- Z2 \ D0 k& k/ s/ Y
And to this day, Spider is still carefully carrying Moon's message and spinning the web in the corner of our rooms - but how many of us listen?( u4 b2 ~ ]! v2 \" V
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$ R& r: X7 J0 V0 t* c" _" eThe driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--8 V! ^9 G) C0 I3 I4 v: t
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
) X& v8 K# v4 }" u: g, X& B* o- g"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
$ w3 w* B4 J/ w8 k; w( ^; m* K6 k"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
: N& i- {( s" O, V( X4 WWe saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
/ [! D6 S8 ~% `$ ^! i& ZI saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts. |
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