Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wilma, the River and Lake Boy

Wilma and The River
Can you see Wilma? She's the mouse in the boat. After several months sailing on the calm river, called The Eslaboa, Wilma's boat came to a complete and abrupt stop. There was no more river!

"Why, I've run out of river!" cried Wilma.

She listened to the sound of the wind and the roar of people living high up in their comfortable flats. She could see them sitting in their comfy chairs, tucking into their dinners and watching life unfold on TV. It was then that Wilma became sad and cried.


Lake Boy 
One day Mark woke up feeling strange. He couldn't explain it but he felt as if he was slowly changing, into what he did not know or even care to think what new form he may be taking. Actually the more he thought about it the more he realised he had been feeling strange for quite sometime. That afternoon he felt a sudden urge to go for a walk through his local council estate where the buildings grew taller than trees and the sky was all grey and soupy. He stood on a little mound of earth and opened his mouth. Out gushed a lake, flooding the estate and all the buildings. Children gathered and made makeshift boats out of corrugated iron and bits of wood. The landscape had changed and everyone was happy.

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