Vinettes By Sandra Bunting
Freedom
It seemed happy enough. She fed it every morning and cleaned its cage once a week. The little sounds, quick movements and, of course, its sky blue plumage brought delight. But after awhile she thought perhaps it should experience the air, its natural element. It was a crisp northern winter day but the sun was shining. She tied a string around its leg so it couldn't go too far and it was placed on the open window ledge. When she came home from school many hours later it was hanging dead from the string, frozen solid. Freedom can't be controlled.
The Mars Bar
The American walked into the Kilreekel Pub in Ireland. It was what he would call a general store that served drinks, not a bar. He was feeling peckish and decided on a bar of chocolate. Taking out some change he asked the price, saying: "What's that?" The old man behind the counter looked at him for what seemed like a long time and then said. "It's a Mars Bar".
Sash
It was a long way from Ireland. We were playing in our neighbour's attic in a beach area of eastern Canada. There was an old trunk in the corner. Such treasures...drums, banners and the greatest treasure of all - an orange sash, all bright and golden. What games we invented around it! Mr. Patterson came up. His face got red and he spluttered that they were sacred things. My grandfather was a good friend of Mr. Patterson's but when I told him what we had found, he told me it was evil. I didn't understand, and still don't but whenever I see an orange sash, I am afraid.
Burnt Church
My grandfather's cottage had been pulled the cottage across the frozen bay one winter and placed it on a piece of land near the beach. Since then, it has become a nesting place for our family and extended family, held as a magical and special place. Friends who have heard of the wonders of the place are shocked to find the simple. long, wooden structure. But they are more concerned about what it doesn't have, such as baths and washing machines. If they stay long enough, they are caught under its spell.
Only A Day
It was her first day teaching English to 5-year-olds. Breathing deeply, she drew a huge shape. Then with a smile, she turned to enunciate "elephant" The expected response did not come. There was only he sound of thirty-two laughs and whispers, broken by the noise of pushes and kicks, with the single little girl standing alone in a warm puddle. It was her last day.
Copyright Sandra Bunting
It seemed happy enough. She fed it every morning and cleaned its cage once a week. The little sounds, quick movements and, of course, its sky blue plumage brought delight. But after awhile she thought perhaps it should experience the air, its natural element. It was a crisp northern winter day but the sun was shining. She tied a string around its leg so it couldn't go too far and it was placed on the open window ledge. When she came home from school many hours later it was hanging dead from the string, frozen solid. Freedom can't be controlled.
The Mars Bar
The American walked into the Kilreekel Pub in Ireland. It was what he would call a general store that served drinks, not a bar. He was feeling peckish and decided on a bar of chocolate. Taking out some change he asked the price, saying: "What's that?" The old man behind the counter looked at him for what seemed like a long time and then said. "It's a Mars Bar".
Sash
It was a long way from Ireland. We were playing in our neighbour's attic in a beach area of eastern Canada. There was an old trunk in the corner. Such treasures...drums, banners and the greatest treasure of all - an orange sash, all bright and golden. What games we invented around it! Mr. Patterson came up. His face got red and he spluttered that they were sacred things. My grandfather was a good friend of Mr. Patterson's but when I told him what we had found, he told me it was evil. I didn't understand, and still don't but whenever I see an orange sash, I am afraid.
Burnt Church
My grandfather's cottage had been pulled the cottage across the frozen bay one winter and placed it on a piece of land near the beach. Since then, it has become a nesting place for our family and extended family, held as a magical and special place. Friends who have heard of the wonders of the place are shocked to find the simple. long, wooden structure. But they are more concerned about what it doesn't have, such as baths and washing machines. If they stay long enough, they are caught under its spell.
Only A Day
It was her first day teaching English to 5-year-olds. Breathing deeply, she drew a huge shape. Then with a smile, she turned to enunciate "elephant" The expected response did not come. There was only he sound of thirty-two laughs and whispers, broken by the noise of pushes and kicks, with the single little girl standing alone in a warm puddle. It was her last day.
Copyright Sandra Bunting
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