Polar bears - Flies3

Technicians were giving a shower to an elephant. They chained his legs and washed the elephant the same way how people wash their cars. The elephant enjoyed it, especially, when they poured water into his mouth. He drank and drank. Water was cold, clear and fresh. After the shower they took off his chains and the elephant trotted to see his female companion to tell her about his experience. They put their heads together and hugged each other with their trunks. Standa and Northern stopped scratching themselves for a while and looked at the elephants. Something began to churn in Northern's head. "Standa, did you have a female in Brno?" "No, I am to young for it." Technicians noticed scratching bears very well and the bears received their evening meal with the pills to kill the flies. Next days the bears were scratching their backs on the tree trunk only out of the habit and down poured dead flies with the black bottoms, extra long suckers and the crossbred. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010

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Uncomfortable situation was solved by flies. Standa's flies with black bottoms were biting Northern and Northern's flies with long suckers bothered Standa for change. The bears began to scratch and tried to bite flies in their furs. Then Standa lost his temper: "Keep yours flies, I have enough of my own." Northern responded: "They are not only my flies, they are also yours flies, and I would like you to know I found one with the black bottom and extra long sucker. They multiply in our furs." This reply brought them together. With the hunting for flies, they also loosen up their muscles, and found out, how hungry they are. So they left the cave to eat. So they were waiting for their technician to come and they held a meeting. About the flies and how to get rid of them, and how to call the technician with their food. "Can you stand on your head?" asked Standa. "I didn't try it yet." answered Northern. "Isn't it difficult?" "No. You only have to be careful not to fall on your nose. It hurts." Standa climbed on the top of the rock, where he stood on his head. It wasn't the best handstand. His butt was sticking out, but it was the handstand. "Now you give a try." So both bears were standing on their heads and of course, the visitors gathered around to watch polar bears. This was, what the bears were waiting for. They began to scratch furiously all their body parts and tried to bite the flies off. "Look, they have flies." Said one little boy, who had a dog, so he knew it. "Gee, they are two fleabags," and the visitors rather walked away to see another attractions. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville 2010

Polar bears - Flies

Second day morning, after all fun they had yesterday, and how the seals were watching with their mouths wide open, both bears woke up grumpy. They tried to move, but they were hurting all over. It looks like they over did it yesterday with all exercise, and being lazy, and have a good life, they were not accustomed to any hardship. More, Standa spreaded himself, when he was sleeping, and was lying with more than half of his body on Northern rump. They were warm this way, but Northern began to think something about immigrants in stripe pyjamas, so he growled, snarled and was difficult. Standa's scruff of his neck was stiff after so many jumps head first, so he was as difficult as Northern. First they tried to be nice to each other, so they tried silent treatment. It bothered Standa. He began to miss Brno and he decided to ask their technician for a piece of a paper and a pencil to write a letter. He even made a promise do not kick a soccer ball into foxes' den. He will throw all bones and garbage he could find instead. He could see foxes' faces and hear them woof and bark. He chuckled to himself. They still didn't talk to each other and even didn't go to eat. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010

Forest

Quiet sound of tall trees. Smell like a gentle imitation of Pine Sol. I know it's the other way around. I am thinking about daily use. I sit on a luscious green moss. Get up, you can catch a tick. In front of me I see light brown heads of a mushroom family and a cluster of wild strawberries - frugal gifts of the forest - comparing to supermarket. I like wild strawberries more. I am looking up up up into a blue and white sky, surrounded by quiet, comforting sound of trees. Swoosh, swoosh of the cars on a highway seems to be far faraway. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 3/4/2010

Forest 2

Forest
Green, tall
Comforting, refreshing, chirping
Wild berries, fern, thicket, mushrooms
Timber, muddy roads, buzzing saws
Devastation, destruction
Clearings

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 3/4/2011

Chicken

No chicken left All is gone eaten by myself and my friends Now you will have to go to a farm To catch a chicken to kill the chicken to pluck the chicken to cut the chicken to take out innards from the chicken to wash the chicken sprinkle it with spice to bake the chicken to eat the chicken ... Wait a second, here comes a farmer's wife. Who is going to pay for mine chicken? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/28/2009

Spring cleaning

Spring cleaning? There is hardly any. A pear tree shed its last leaf. A squirrel observes last year nest: good enough. I'll wait for new foliage to grow, then I shall have some roof. There are still hills of snow sprinkled with black soot. Where that came from? A garbage man came and filled his truck. Bob is running his vacuum cleaner on the parking lot. Running? What? He has some kind machine with brushes. I can not observe him. He doesn't like it. Somebody took a cat litter I hid in the attic. I shall get new one and keep it in my car. Spring cleaning? There is hardly any. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/28/2010