rain or shine

He carried an umbrella with him wherever he went, every day. Just in case, he would say (if adressed, maybe, on a hot and sunny summer day by some really curious person who couldn’t help staring at him and who then decided it to be better to ask right away). Just in case.

For most people this was enough of an explanation.

The truth is, he didn’t carry the umbrella for fear that it might rain, like most people probably assumed. He just did not want to lose it.

»You know how it goes«, he explained when I finally came around to ask him, »It rains, and you go outside with your umbrella. You come to a friend’s house, or maybe the office or your nest« (Did I mention that he was a bird? Not that it mattered much here.) »Later, when you leave, the sun is shining, and you forget it. And you will never remember where you left it.«

I nodded. This made sense.

he always carried his umbrella

 

the deer

It all started because of that little critter!

The deer was in a strange mood. Munching on some leaves, he muttered »In the old days, the grass used to be greener«.

A little voice coming from the grass nearby said: »And what are you going to do about it?«

»What do you mean: do about it??«

»You can complain all you want, it won’t change a thing. Get the word out, tell everybody what you found out, share your experience and make this a wiser world!« The voice sounded more and more excited.

»Nobody will listen« the deer complained. »People are never interested.«

»Did you even try?« whose ever voice it was, it had a point, thought the deer.

»So you want me to climb onto the rock and shout my stories out into the wood with my mighty deer‘s voice?«

(The deer was quite proud of it’s belling.)

»C‘mon, it’s the 21^st century!«, the little voice replied, »I know we are just creatures in the wood, but still …«

»So what do I do then?«

»Start a blog!«

 

this is the only picture of the deer