Flower and Runner talk

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Flower and Runner

   Then, at night, she whispered to Runner._ I´m serious. What were you doing with those fellows?

  _ Chatting up them. That´s what I did. But none of them can still catch up me when we run. They´re still knee-high to a grasshopper tall.

  _ And the day they catch up you what will you do?

  _ That day, when one of them catch up me I´ll kick him, the same as you do when boys want to come up you.

   Flower got quiet for a moment as she was thinking. And then she put another question to Runner.

_ Don´t you want to marry any of them?

_ Not yet. We are having fun at the moment. But maybe in a season. I might find someone special, handsome and tall. But he must run faster than me and be stronger too, you Know, He must be like that above everything else.

A bonny tale 1

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Are you a television addict?

   

  No kind of addiction is a laughing matter, mainly when it comes to such serious issues as childhood obesity and adolescent rage.

   Among the increasingly numerous, modern addictions, that no one imagines, TV addiction may be seen as the softest sort of addiction when it is, in fact, due to the continuous and permanent effect we are all exposed to, one of the more dangerous if not the most (taking into account the way entirely families are all spoon-fed.)

  

   So, meanwhile our society is aware of the dangers of the internet and other dreadful social problems as drug-abuse and alcoholism, gender violence or game addiction, TV addiction is shown to the public as a minor problem, or at least as the harmless.

   But, if I had to rank addictions from less to most dangerous, the one which involves the largest number of people and affects an alarming majority of children, is this addiction which ought to be eradicated as a plague. 

  They say obesity is becoming epidemic. They say that too many weekly hours of TV processed-food ads exposition, just in meals-time, the same as in any moment, is possibly at the root of plenty of health problems. They say that according to the WHO (WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION) soft drinks and fast food apart from processed cereals and trans-fats are important risk factors in most of modern illnesses nowadays; meanwhile ever more consumers (not only students, working mothers as divorced and single parents do it) we all buy the cheapest, quickest food preparation displayed on the shelves at the supermarkets for our children to eat. 

   But not only the availability of low-quality of food lead people to this ( no advisable at all costume). TV is also meant to be changing meal-timetables and even table manners at home. And ever more children are going through this kind of household mess every day, and night!

   No wonder we find children who fall asleep during the lessons at school when are no diagnosed on ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). These late years it has been found that many children are suffering an endemic lack of energy. And all of this are symptoms of sleep-deprivation.

   No. This is not a laughing matter, when even our children are sleep deprived just because the television is still switch on at nights. Or, to put it bluntly: What happens is that the parent´s favourite  tv programme is the underlying cause of a massive quantity of kids suffering either obesity or teen rage.

   Grandma would say that we must put those children to bed (on time, please). And, in fact, it has been shown that if we sleep less we have to consequently eat more if not, we will trigger our children rage in any moment, and most sadly, spoil their chance to be more healthy and happy. 

Why do rabits run?

 





    Why does the rabbit run?

   She didn´t know. But as soon as she was out of their den she had to start running, as if a dreadful strength does force her to do it, just to survive, but survive what?

   That was an instinct. They call it instinct. She liked runnig, but the scary point of this innate impulse was  fear. And as she didn´t like that feeling, or maybe she didn´t even know exactly what fear was, she used to ignore any warning.

   Flower was too young to understand that she could die. However, never too young to realized that others could be in danger.
 
  That´s why she got used to look for high mounts from the earliest age,so that she could control  the entire landscape. So, while she watched her siblins running she just developed a sense of curiosity that was beyond a rabbit´s comprehension, a dangerous costume, an improper habit for a rabbit, that many times made her mother get angry.

  Then, the whole family began to feel uneasy because of the way she acted. and to make it worse, she went on weight becoming bigger and bigger, turning her sight into a focused glance that reminded more a threatening gigantic marmot´s stare, a marmot in bunny ears which hung to hers hips  And she started to behave not like a rabbit, always in panic but a defiant wild animal, thus provoking her mother to begin raising her voice every time she poped her flaccid face out of her lair to call her, She often couldn´t go out because of her pregnancy.
   _ Flower! Time for dinner! And time to shelter down! Have you collected your siblins? Don´t you think  you´re so fat that you  seem, actualy,  the pregnant female here? Do you? Look at your sister, your following, She´s running all the time. She´s an expert. Act your age Flower, and play the role you´re taken for granted_ continued her mother once they were all packed together in the hidden den_ You seem to be a baby. What are you eating there away? Did you hide any carrot just for you, to eat it by yourself? You must share it! That´s stealing.
   _ I fetched it for myself._ She answered.
   _  It doesn´t matter! We´re a family! Are we?_ Shouted her mother.__ I´ll set an example on you for your siblings_

 Then she accused her of being selfish before the rest of her children, instead of telling them to go for carrots and observe more and run less.

   That time Flower didn´t talk back her mom. She shared her carrot after being taught that it wasn´t hers. Nothing was hers. Only a bad rabbit was allowed to think that something could be owed, accumulated, and not shared. That moment, the mother´s lesson with value, dissolved the outrageous treatment she was to suffer from then on.

Although she had not forgotten how many siblings she had, they were so many, that she did forgot who was the oldest of them, even despite of the fact that, actually,  it was she who´d been born first.

   So the more brothers and sisters were born the less she liked running, and the more she felt on duty to look after all of them.

A One-Off Travel

      My one-off travel was one long, backpaging, tour around my country. Adventurous and ramdon as it was, in my opinion it lasted too much, at least enough to taste my endurance  and make me realized that I´d raher got home. I ended up becoming a desappointed young girl just in one month, cynical and incredulous. And what was far worse is that my self-esteem went abruptly down.
    
  (to be continued)

OPENING YOUR MIND
IS LIKE
OPENING A PARACHUTE,
IS THE ONLY WAY  THAT BOTH
WORKS.....Imagine the fall.

I had another intended calling but my duty brought me to do that...

   This morning  when I was cleaning the gim toilets I would have started to write instead. So perceptive and discerning  is usually my mind at that time of the day that I fail to understand what I am doing cleaning latrines when I could do anything exciting as well as anything else instead. However, here I am,  becoming myself obsessive about those nasty sticky hairs which I must remove from all kind of white and gloss porcelain, that is the material most of the lavatories are made of. They use to stick, these hateful hairs, mainly to my cleaning cloth so that when I manage to fish them out from the washbasin I end up sticking them to the toilet bowl rim.
   This morning I found a rough hair. it was thick and black. I wonder what part of the human body could that hair belongs, because, seemingly, it was not human. Most of the hairs you find adhered to different loos are from the pubis. That hair I found this morning I might swear it was a boar hair, because human pubis hair are curly, I think.