on 9/2/02 9:14 am, David Anthony at [log in to unmask] wrote:
!!!! I bet Miss Jones fell off her chair
at the talking infant who could swear!
I nice, funny poem that doesn't overreach itself; on the contrary, I think
it hardly goes far enough. It could be one of a series about Miss
Jones'stories? That would be fun!
Good read, Sally-ee.
> Anthropomorphism
> Miss Jones, who takes reception classes, prides
> herself on spinning yarns: at five years old
> her charges, when amused, are good as gold,
> and pick up some surprising things besides.
> They loved the story of the pig that tries
> to build a house of straw, to keep the bold
> and wicked wolf away--a tale she told
> with care, explaining what it signifies.
>
> “The pig,” she added, “found a turnip bed
> with straw on it, and asked if he could dig
> a little out. Guess what the farmer said?”
> “I know”, cried Jude, one hand above her head,
> and standing, since she wasn’t very big:
> “Well, bugger me, here comes a talking pig!”
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