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Onsdagsord ~ 22. marts ~ Words for Wednesday

Denne gang er den danske version længere nede på siden.

-- 🐸 -- 🐸 -- Yesterday was International Frog Day -- 🐸 -- 🐸 --

In March, the Wednesday's Words are on River's blog. They were chosen by Susan Kane, but her family is having medical issues. Ergo, if you want to play along, hop over to River's blog.

For today we had these words:

1. mine
2. child
3.foundation
4. careful
5. bird
6. dig
     and/or:
1. hate
2. sadness
3. lemon
4. attach
5. breakfast
6. time

Thank you Susan Kane for good Words, and to River for posting them. I continue last week's story of Susan and the frogs.


"Yes they are mine," Susan said.

Thora looked sternly at her. "My child, those are ordinary frog eggs, aren't they?"

"Commonplace, green frog eggs, yes." Susan replied. "They are the foundation of a new frog tribe in the swamps. So please be careful when touching their terrarium."

Susan's visit to the minister had been quite the disaster. He was nice enough, and served tea and scones, but no way was he going to give up fertilizing his roses. He used to win the prize at the annual flower show with them. And on the way home a bird, a big one, had hit her from above. She had had to dig out bird poop from between the strands of her best straw hat.

Some days later she had visited the frogs, and what she saw made her hate the minister even more. All the frogs were dead or dying from the strange fertilizer in the water. A sadness stole over her, but then she found a strand of unharmed frog eggs and had an idea. She brought the eggs with her to The Unicorn Farm where she put into a lemon coloured terrarium. She had the idea of teaching the tadpoles and later young frogs, that a yellow smell did not mean something bad.

"Well," Thora said, "you are nothing if not resourceful, that small amount of fertilizer should not kill off the frogs. It sure must be something they have learned. Just take care not to become attached to those tiny jumpers."

"I won't!" Susan said. Their brains are so strange, I keep describing tastes with words meant for colours or sounds when I have been teaching them. It's quite confusing when I describe my favourite breakfast cereal as that waltzing, purplish one. This is a one time exercise. But I hope the tadpoles will give on their knowledge to coming generations,"


-- 🐸 -- 🐸 -- I går var det den Internationale frø-dag -- 🐸 -- 🐸 --

På dansk
Lige som sidste uge er det Susan Kane der har givet os ordene og ligeledes er de at finde på Rivers blog. Vi har fået de her ord:

1. mine
2. barn
3.fundament/grundlag
4. forsigtig
5. fugl
6. grave
      og/eller:
1. hade
2. sorg /tristhed
3. citron
4. knytte
5. morgenmad
6. tid / gang

     
"Ja, de er mine," sagde Susan.
      Thora kiggede alvorligt på hende. "Mit barn, det er helt almindelige frøæg, ikke sandt?"
      "Ja, det er æg fra grønne frøer, helt almindelige," svarede Susan. "De skal forhåbentlig danne grundlag for en ny frø-stamme ude i sumpen. Så vær forsigtig, når du rører ved deres terrarie."

Susans besøg hos præsten havde været noget af en katastrofe. Han var flink nok og serverede te og scones, men han ville på ingen måde opgive at gøde sine roser. Han plejede at vinde præmier ved det årlige blomsterudstilling med dem. Og på vejen hjem havde en stor fugl ramt hende med en ordentlig klat. Hun havde måttet grave fuglelort ud af fletværket i sin bedste stråhat.

Nogle dage senere havde hun besøgt frøerne igen, og det, hun så, fik hende til at hade præsten endnu mere. Alle frøerne var døde eller døende af gødningen i vandet. En tristhed stjal sig ind over hende, men så fandt hun en hob uskadte frøæg og fik en idé. Hun tog æggene med sig til Enhjørningegården, hvor hun satte dem i et citrongult terrarie. Hun fik en idé om at lære haletudserne og senere de unge frøer, at en gul lugt ikke var ensbetydende med noget dårligt.
     "Jamen," sagde Thora, "det er da smart! Den lille mængde gødning burde ikke slå frøerne ihjel. Det må helt sikkert være noget, de har lært. Bare pas på, at du ikke bliver knyttet til de små springfyre."
    "Bare rolig, det er der ikke nogen fare for!" sagde Susan. Deres hjerner er så sære, og det smitter. Jeg bliver ved med at beskrive smag med ord, der normalt beskriver farver eller lyde, når jeg har undervist dem. Det er ret forvirrende, når jeg til morgenmaden beskriver min yndlingsmüsli som den der lilla i valsetakt. Det er absolut en engangsfornøjelse. Men jeg håber, at haletudserne vil give deres viden videre til de kommende generationer."

3 kommentarer:

  1. How I love this. And will have to go back and read all the stories I missed when time is a lot more on my side. How fascinating that experiencing the frog mind gives Susan synesthesia...

    SvarSlet
  2. I love this too. I hope the tadpoles do learn and pass on the knowledge. I wonder if the minister is open to researching a more environmentally safe fertiliser? Blood&Bone mixed with a good compost perhaps.

    SvarSlet
  3. I hope her experiment succeeds. It's amazing how what we think can become our reality.

    SvarSlet

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