"What on earth is she doing with that rope?" I say to myself, glued to the window, watching my over-excited six year-old playing with her first real playmate.
Helen went to school by radio, along with her thirteen dolls.
Today, a farmer had come to see Jack, and brought his wee son.
"You stand up against this tree!" says Helen. "Now, hold this end of the rope!"
Adam complies.
Round and round the tree goes Helen with the rope.
"What are you doing?" asks Adam, finally.
"I don't want you to go, EVER!: I'm going to captivate you!" Helen declares.
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But For The Shortcut...
I was doing my weekly shop, with the pram. Town was bustling with tourists, and I was in power-through mode, and took the shortcut through Centra supermarket. I did a double-take, registering that Centra had created a new sit-down coffee shop, and then I did a triple-take, because I spotted two young men sitting in it that just had to be Indonesian. "Apakah kamu dari Indonesia?" I asked them, and one replied "Can you help me please?" I made my way over, and sat with them. They were indeed Indonesian, from Central Java. My second mother tongue is Indonesian, having picked it up as a young child, and these two Javanese lads preferred Javanese, but we could chat just fine in Bahasa Omong. Yudi did most of the talking, while Surono looked to be in shock, for he said barely a word, and unlike Yudi, did not seem to register the extreme unlikeliness of an Indonesian-speaking local finding them in their hour of need.
By Lucinda Cook12 months ago in Humans
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