Dream 2

Pippin, my cat, and I took our afternoon nap. Pippin takes more afternoon naps. I try to limit to one. We shared a dream. We were at the pet shop. In the middle of the store was a terrarium with a snake in it. It was coiled and a head was resting on the top of coils. Nobody bothered about the snake. The store changed the owners and the snake was always there. They fed it with a mouse from time to time. There was also a dish with water. One day people began to complain about a stench coming from the snake's terrarium. It was time for cleaning. The snake took its chance and began to uncoil. Pippin's dream: I was there ready to fight. The snake noticed I was there ready for action. The snake was still uncoiling. It must be at least forty feet long and it was already out of terrarium. A manager of the store grabbed a sack and caught the escaping snake into it. He saved a day from one loose snake in Saturday mall. There was the snake in the sack and filthy terrarium in need of cleaning. What now? The pet store has two shopping windows and nearer one with thick sparkling glass was empty. What do you think the snake? The snake slithered into the shopping window with gratitude. "I didn't mean to escape, I just would like to stretch a little bit. Aah." The shop has the snake in its window which is flexing each muscle of its long body - and a crowd of people watching it with fascination. They threw the old terrarium away since it stank so terribly it was impossible to clean it. The end Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/30/2011

Monster

A monster lives next door. What he does? He slams the door. For yes or no, slam your door. Slam it twice, if you don't know. 1, 2, 4 slam the door, 1, 3, 5 slam it twice. Keep slamming just for fun. Slam your door now! Copyright(c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/3/2009

My brother's tall tales

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

Supernatural

Tuesday morning little supernatural came to my bed. It was so short I didn't notice it first and almost stepped on it. It didn't squirm and it didn't say anything. It just looked. What are you? It was quiet. Do you speak? Nothing. It just intently stared at me. Are you a Martian? No, I answered to myself. Do you speak English? Give me time. Oh, you have to recharge your batteries... Just do not pick up my accent. I had to walk barefoot, because it stood on my slippers. I went to the bathroom. Supernatural was there. I walked back to the bedroom to be sure if its the same one; or are they more of them? It was the same one. "Look, I wish to be alone." It didn't understand. So I gently pushed it with a broom and closed a door. Supernatural was back. I opened the door. It looked like this time it avoided my broom. I poured water into a cup and just sprinkled over it. First nothing happened. So I poured more water over it. It melted. It melted away. It melted completely. I looked everywhere. Maybe it's hiding. I looked even into a trash can. No. It was gone. I think you know now I do not believe in supernatural. Look, maybe it is in your place now. But you have to look well. It was so small. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 3/2010

A rolling pin

A rolling pin, ladies and gentlemen is a part of a dowry, of each woman and a man. The rolling pin rolls sweet cookie dough. A husband has a sweet tooth. He loves cookies every day. Cookies guarantee a harmonious marriage. She cannot sleep who doesn't have one. A young woman has to have the rolling pin what it takes. One who is holding her pin in her hand has immediately higher value to keep off all thugs (beer bottle isn't enough.) Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Translation Pottsville, 4/12/2009

Dear John letter

I have no idea how I ended up in your household anyway. I used to be Dick the gardener's chair with three of my sisters. Dick and his wife worn out two of my sisters and it is how two of us came to your household. Your son used to rock me and my sister left when your household was divided. You didn't care to much about me either. I served you well. You didn't treated me so badly either so I didn't collapsed under you after you gained so much weight. I just broke down into the pieces. Can you grand me my last wish? I would like to be cremated. Well, I just hoped ... So, I'll end up as a garbage.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 4/9/2011

Telepathy 1

What is it? It's something I don't believe it. It's an old woman's tale. One day I walked my dog by the Whitney lake in one Fall day. Nobody was around and hungry black birds were flying low in the sky circling us. My disobedient dog perfectly heeled. I could feel her on my leg. "You will protect me." "They will get you first." We walked in perfect harmony toward a park gate. What was it? The dog and I didn't talk, my dog and I communicated without saying a word. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/10/2009