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Mike Krath High and Lifted Up

It was a windy day. The mailman barely made it to the front door. When the door opened, Mrs. Pennington said, "hello", but, before she had a real chance to say "thank you", the mail blew out of the mailman's hands, into the house and the front door slammed in his face. Mrs. Pennington ran to pick up the mail. "Oh my," she said. Tommy was watching the shutters open and then shut, open and then shut. "Mom," he said, "may I go outside?" "Be careful," she said. "It's so windy today." Tommy crawled down from the window-seat and ran to the door. He opened it with a bang. The wind blew fiercely and snatched the newly recovered mail from Mrs. Pennington's hands and blew it even further into the house. "Oh my," she said again. Tommy ran outside and the door slammed shut. Outside, yellow, gold, and red leaves were leaping from swaying trees, landing on the roof, jumping off the roof, and then chasing one another down the street in tiny whirlwinds of merriment. Tommy watched in fascination. "If I was a leaf, I would fly clear across the world," Tommy thought and then ran out into the yard among the swirl of colors. Mrs. Pennington came to the front porch. "Tommy, I have your jacket. Please put it on." However, there was no Tommy in the front yard. "Tommy?" Tommy was a leaf. He was blowing down the street with the rest of his play-mates. A maple leaf came close-by, touched him and moved ahead. Tommy met him shortly, brushed against him, and moved further ahead. They swirled around and around, hit cars and poles, flew up into the air and then down again. < 2 > "This is fun," Tommy thought. The maple leaf blew in front of him. It was bright red with well-defined veins. The sunlight shone through it giving it a brilliance never before seen by a little boy's eyes. "Where do you think we are going?" Tommy asked the leaf. "Does it matter?" the leaf replied. "Have fun. Life is short." "I beg to differ," an older leaf said suddenly coming beside them. "The journey may be short, but the end is the beginning." Tommy pondered this the best a leaf could ponder. "Where do we end up?" "If the wind blows you in that direction," the old leaf said, "you will end up in the city dump." "I don't want that," Tommy said. "If you are blown in that direction, you will fly high into the air and see things that no leaf has seen before." "Follow me to the city dump," the maple leaf said. "Most of my friends are there." The wind blew Tommy and the maple leaf along. Tommy thought of his choices. He wanted to continue to play. "Okay," Tommy said, "I will go with you to the dump." The winds shifted and Tommy and the leaf were blown in the direction of the city dump. The old leaf didn't follow. He was blown further down the block and suddenly lifted up high into the air. "Hey," he called out, "the sights up here. They are spectacular. Come and see." < 3 > Tommy and the maple leaf ignored him. "I see something. I see the dump." The old leaf cried out. "I see smoke. Come up here. I see fire."

"I see nothing," the maple leaf said. Tommy saw the fence that surrounded the city dump. He was happy to be with his friend. They would have fun in the dump. Suddenly, a car pulled up. It was Tommy's mom. Mrs. Pennington wasn't about to let her little boy run into the city dump. "Not so fast," she said getting out of the car. "You are not allowed to play in there. Don't you see the smoke?" Tommy watched the maple leaf blow against the wall and struggle to get over. He ran over to get it but was unable to reach it. Mrs. Pennington walked over and took the leaf. She put it in her pocket. "There," she said, "it will be safe until we get home." Tommy smiled, ran to the car and got in. He rolled down the back window and looked up into the sky. He wondered where the old leaf had gone. Perhaps one day he would see what the old leaf had seen - perhaps.

Mike Krath Alto y sublime


Fue un da de viento. El cartero apenas pudo llegar a la puerta principal. Cuando se abri la puerta, dijo la seora Pennington, "hola", pero, antes de que tuviera una oportunidad real para decir "gracias", el correo solt de las manos del cartero, en la casa y cerr la puerta en las narices. La seora Pennington corri a recoger el correo. "Oh," dijo ella. Tommy estaba mirando los postigos abiertos y cerrados, abiertos y cerrados. "Mam," dijo, "puedo salir a la calle?" "Ten cuidado", dijo. "Es mucho viento hoy." Tommy se arrastr por debajo de la ventana del asiento y corri hacia la puerta. La abri con una explosin. El viento soplaba con fuerza y le arrebat el correo recin recuperado de manos de la seora Pennington y sopl an ms en la casa. "Oh," dijo de nuevo. Tommy corri afuera y la puerta se cerr de golpe. En el exterior, amarillo, oro, rojo y hojas saltaban de los rboles se mecen, aterrizando en el techo, saltando desde el tejado, y luego persiguiendo unos a otros por la calle en pequeos torbellinos de alegra. Tommy vio con fascinacin. "Si yo fuera una hoja, me gustara volar clara en todo el mundo", pens Tommy y luego corri hacia el patio, entre el remolino de colores. La seora Pennington lleg al porche delantero. "Tommy, tengo la chaqueta. Por favor, se lo puso." Sin embargo, no hubo Tommy en el patio delantero. "Tommy?" Tommy era una hoja. Estaba tocando por la calle con el resto de sus compaeros de juego. Una hoja de arce lleg cerca, lo toc y se adelant. Tommy se reuni con l en breve, cepillado contra l, y se traslad ms adelante. Se arremolinaron alrededor y alrededor, golpear los coches y los polos, vol por los aires y luego hacia abajo de nuevo. <2> "Es divertido", pens Tommy. La hoja de arce explot en frente de l. Era de color rojo brillante con vetas bien definidas. La luz del sol brillaba a travs de l dndole un brillo nunca antes visto por los ojos de un nio pequeo. "De dnde crees que vamos?" Tommy hizo la hoja.

"Importa?" la hoja respondi. "Que se diviertan. La vida es corta." "No estoy de acuerdo", dijo una hoja de ms de repente viene a su lado. "El viaje puede ser corto, pero el fin es el comienzo." Tommy reflexion esto lo mejor una hoja podra reflexionar. "Por dnde terminamos?" "Si el viento que sopla en esa direccin", dijo la vieja hoja, "que va a terminar en el basurero de la ciudad." "Yo no quiero eso", dijo Tommy. "Si usted est impresionado en esa direccin, volar alto en el aire y ver cosas que no hoja se ha visto antes." "Sgueme al basurero de la ciudad", dijo la hoja de arce. "La mayora de mis amigos estn all." El viento soplaba con Tommy y la hoja de arce junto. Tommy pens en sus opciones. Quera seguir jugando. "Est bien", dijo Tommy, "voy a ir contigo a la basura." Los vientos cambiaron y Tommy y la hoja volaron en la direccin de un vertedero. La hoja vieja no sigui. l vol ms all de la manzana y de repente levant en el aire. "Oye", le grit, "las vistas aqu. Ellos son espectaculares. Ven y mira." <3> Tommy y la hoja de arce le hicieron caso. "Veo algo. Veo la basura." La hoja vieja grit. "Veo humo. Subid ac. Veo el fuego." "No veo nada", dijo la hoja de arce. Tommy vio la valla que rodeaba el basurero de la ciudad. l estaba feliz de estar con su amigo. Ellos se divierten en el vertedero. De repente, un coche se detuvo. Fue la madre de Tommy. La seora Pennington no iba a dejar que su pequeo hijo correr en el basurero de la ciudad. "No tan rpido", dijo ella saliendo del coche. "No se le permite jugar all. No ves el humo? Tommy vio el golpe hoja de arce en la pared y lucha por superar. Corri para conseguirlo, pero no pudo alcanzarlo. La seora Pennington se acerc y tom la hoja. Ella lo puso en su bolsillo. "No," dijo, "que estar a salvo hasta que lleguemos a casa." Tommy sonri y corri hacia el coche y se puso pulg l baj la ventanilla y mir hacia el cielo. Se pregunt dnde la hoja vieja se haba ido. Tal vez algn da vera lo que la hoja vieja haba visto tal vez.

Aesop The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing A Wolf found great difficulty in getting at the sheep owing to the vigilance of the shepherd and his dogs. But one day it found the skin of a sheep that had been flayed and thrown aside, so it put it on over its own pelt and strolled down among the sheep.

The Lamb that belonged to the sheep whose skin the Wolf was wearing began to follow the Wolf in the Sheep's clothing. So, leading the Lamb a little apart, he soon made a meal off her - and for some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals. Appearances are deceptive.

Esopo El lobo con piel de oveja A Wolf encontr grandes dificultades para conseguir a las ovejas debido a la vigilancia del pastor y sus perros. Pero un da se encuentra en la piel de una oveja que se haba desollado y echado a un lado, por lo que se lo puso sobre su propia piel y paseaba por entre las ovejas. The Lamb que perteneci a la oveja cuya piel del lobo llevaba comenz a seguir el lobo en la ropa de la oveja. Por lo tanto, lo que lleva el Cordero un poco aparte, pronto se hizo una comida fuera de ella - y desde hace algn tiempo tuvo xito en engaar a las ovejas, y disfrutar de comidas abundantes. Las apariencias engaan.

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