On writing Ms. April & Ms. Mae- a fable:
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The third was sad:
At a stop light at a busy intersection, a dead fox lay on the grassy meridian. As the cars rushed back and forth the sun touched her rich fur and it too blazed with Judy's same fiery color. (Put a dead fox where the cow is and you'll get the idea.) |
The second was about Judy, who is passionate about animals: The first time I met her she was furious over broken duck eggs she had been carefully watching, and didn't care who knew it. Another time I followed her as the afternoon sun touched her red hair and turned it into fiery waves. |
In the following years, mass construction and destruction happened in our town. One forest was razed across the street from an elementary school, a whole forest gone, in one day. How many animal dens, burrows and nests were destroyed to make way for houses?
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How do you explain to children nature doesn't matter anymore?
What if we, whether human or animal, considered ourselves a family?
What if we, whether human or animal, considered ourselves a family?