Friday, August 22, 2008

One Little Feather Can Easily Grow Into Five Hens

Respectable hen: "There it goes, the more I pluck, the more beautiful I become." (She said it with a merry note of humour before falling asleep).

Half asleep hen: "Did you hear what she said? She intends to pluck herself in order to look beautiful. If I were a rooster, I would despise her." (Telling her neighbour before falling asleep).

The owl who overheard: "Have you heard? Too-Whoo! There is a hen who has plucked out all her feathers for the sake of the rooster. She will freeze to death, if she is not frozen already. Whoo-whoo!" (Telling his friend in the neighbour's dovecote).

The doves: "Believe every word of what we tell you. There is a hen or two who has plucked out all her feathers in order not to look like the others and to attract the attention of the rooster. It is a dangerous game, for one can easily catch cold and die from fever, and she's already dead." (Telling other doves).

The rooster who overheard: " Wake up! Wake up! Three hens have died of their unfortunate love for a rooster. They plucked out all their feathers. It is a horrible story, and I cannot keep it to myself. Quick, tell the others!" (Telling everyone in and around the henhouse).

Friend of Respectable hen: "Five hens have plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had grown leanest for love of the rooster, and then they all pecked at each other till the blood ran down and they fell down dead." (Telling Respectable hen herself).

Abstract from There Is No Doubt

from Andersen's Fairy Tales

retold by Friederun Reichenstetter;

illustrated by Silke Leffler.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Read a Fantasy Novel

Fantasy helps us

to understand ourselves,

to face struggles as human beings.

Fantasy reveals

new insights into the world of reality,

good versus evil,

humanity of humankind,

meaning of life and death.

Fantasy is never outdated,

neither is it didactic.

Fantasy ignite our imagination,

to conceive alternative way of life,

to entertain new ideas,

to dream dreams.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Spellbound by Anna Dale


Of course, there are some people who have nothing at all in common and yet can get along extremely well. Regrettably, this was not the case with the two Enright children. Athene detested her brother from the minute she set eyes on him,........

She encountered moths and a hedgehog, snails and two rabbits, nibbling at Mr Stirrup's lettuces; and finally she came across the most amazing creature of all.

'What is your kind, exactly?' asked Athene.

'I'm human, same as you. Only I'm a Gloam and you're a Glare.'

In the split second that she saw its silhouette, the tree looked monstrous, with its grotesque trunk and its branches like tentacles. She pictured the Low Gloam living beneath its roots, forcing their slaves to obey their every command.

Athene stood back and watched him as he bent to peer inside the trunk. She didn't shout out. She didn't try to stop him. He slipped into the tree and disappeared.

After a few minutes, Athene inched closer. 'Zach?' she said.

There was no reply.

The rain drummed on the road and the thunder boomed.

She waited for a moment more; then turned away, thrilled and appalled by what she had just done.
Personal comments
A good read for those who likes a little mystery and fantasy. It is a magical story within real setting. The realistic part of the story brings out the fact that there is good and bad inside ourselves; there is good and bad in every tribe and in every nation too. Suitable for age 9 to 12.
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