A family went to harvest. The family it means a mother with five children. Mines a father who past away two months earlier. It was hot August day. They put one year old Maruska on the blanket, gave her a bowl of porridge and a spoon and went to work. From time to time somebody checked on her. On one of these occasions they found out Maruska was still sitting on the blanket, but there was also a snake. Maruska was beating the snake over its head with the spoon, telling it off: "Eto moia kasha." (In that time she was fluent in Ukrainian.) The snake crawled away.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, Fall 2010
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