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ANNUNCIATION OF THE THEOTOKOS
by Vicki Petrakis
Epistle: Heb 2:11-18; Gospel: Luke 1:24-38
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Rejoice, thou Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. St Dionysios the Areopagite taught us in his essay on The Divine Names about the power of words; especially those pertaining to God. Invoking the name of Jesus Christ in the Jesus Prayer for instance, is also an example of how words can be used to attract God’s mercy, love and peace. The words spoken by a young Jewish maiden some 2000 years ago, "Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word," were also powerful words, but this time they were not describing or using God’s name but were directed to God’s messenger, the Angel Gabriel. These were important words for the fate of humanity and our agreement to work with God and recognise Him in order to fulfil His desire for our salvation; our passage from death to life.
By uttering these words, Mary the Blessed Virgin secured for humanity what no prophet, saint or any other living person has ever achieved. Her total humility and acceptance of the will of God placed her in the unique position as the Mother of God, for through her the Incarnation came to happen. She is therefore connected to the mystery of the Unfathomable becoming fathomable, of the Logos becoming flesh, of the Uncreated united to the created, of the Unknowable becoming knowable. With her gracious acceptance of the will of God, the Holy Spirit came upon her, and the power of the Most High overshadowed her allblameless womb, and the Son and Word of God, who existed before the ages, was conceived beyond speech and understanding, and became flesh in her immaculate body (cf. Luke 1:26-38). March 25 of each year is the day when we remember the forthcoming of our Lord and Saviour into the world to fulfil the Father’s will to become known to His people. It is a day to rejoice because we are given the opportunity to become the friends of God, as St Gregory of Nyssa urges us in The Life of Moses. God was serious enough to send His Son to us and one can only ask of themselves how serious are we to recognise Him and accept Him? Who can amongst us mimic the words of the Blessed Virgin, “be it
WHAT WILL THE EASTER BUNNY BRING?
It is Easter time! You go to the local convenience store to buy some eggs and egg dye. What do you find? Is it: A – Egg dye – the thing you came for, B – Chocolate eggs – the necessities for an Australian Easter? Obviously it is B. So how can you be expected to celebrate Easter in the way you used to, when you can’t even find what you need? It is almost impossible to recreate the atmosphere you used to have it in Romania. The established customs, traditions and patterns of behaviour – habits, are an integral part of our lives and have been ingrained into us, since
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grace, my ears are well. And until now God protected me and no disdr. Maria Vavila Diamandi ease that would make me deaf happened to me… I am walking on the street and I I am walking in the streets… First see how dirty things are… But I can of all I can walk! Some people are see… Other people are born blind or paralysed; others are paralysed since at a certain moment in their life fall they have been born. How incredibly ill and become blind. What a joy, much must love me God, since he that I can see! What a joy, that God gave me such precious gifts… took care so that I can see… If I had I am walking on the street in the not seen, I would never have known year 2006… How beautiful to be in how a yellow leaf looks like in authis year… If I had been born in a tumn… How terrible this would time, where so easily one could have been… And what a joy that I loose his head? may enjoy such a thing… Or I could have been living in anI am walking on the street and I other place, in much more danger… hear very much noise. But I can And how come that God thought hear! What a good thing it is to be that I should be me… That I should able to hear! It could have been dif- be this person, who has so many ferent. And nevertheless, with God’s things: who has a roof above her
head (other people live in the streets) … a bed in which I can sleep (others are sleeping under the skies)… I have food every day (others do not have any food for days)… hot water (some people have only a fountain as a source for water)… water (there are countries where water is very expensive)… And not only I am able to walk on the street… I exist. More: I exist as a human being. If God had decided for me to be a different creature, maybe an animal or a plant, I could not have been a human being, I could not have had the experience of what being human means… Wonderful! And what an honour to me, that God decided all these things for me.
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birth. There are many habits that are entrenched in Romanian culture. These become especially evident in religious holidays. But how is one expected to celebrate all that is important, when what you need does not exist? Easter for one, uses many traditional ingredients. The obvious and foremost of these is the egg dye – going to the trouble and hassle to buy these from a Greek store, wastes much precious time. You may also want to cook some “sarmale” and “drob”, how hard is it to find all the ingredients needed for those? All this consumes time and makes life harder and more stressed than it needs to be, only so that you can replicate the necessities of celebrating a religious holiday. Before Easter is Palm Sunday. This celebrated the time Jesus went into Jerusalem, and how he was treated like a king. There, he was welcomed with the leaves of palms. In Roma-
unto me according to thy word”? Who can say these words without questioning God or telling Him this is the way I like it, but instead proclaim to Him as His Son Jesus said to Him in Gethsemane, “nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done”? (Luke22:42). And so 25 March, an important day in the Orthodox calendar is about a merciful God who so loved His creation that He sent that which was of Himself, His Son to be slaughtered and sacrificed for our transgressions.
nia, as the climate does not allow for the growth of palm trees, willows were used as a substitute. This though, presents a problem. Willows are not native to Australia, and are hard to find. One needs more than just one tree to be able to supply a churchful of people. The good times where church was just a few steps up the road, any of the stores you went to sold egg dye, and where willow fronds were common, are gone. One more custom that one was probably used to was the spraying which occurred between girls and boys. The boys would come around and spray the girls with perfume and in return receive eggs. This entertaining function would remind children of the joy of Easter. But in Australia, with the increased distances between Romanian families, it wouldn’t be possible to recreate this custom. Instead Australians, tend to replace the perfume spraying with Easter-egg hunts,
which serves just as well, it its stead. The lack of holidays when our Easter falls means a deficit in the amount of time you can spend at church. With the busy lifestyle of today, kids, especially kids, have a lot of trouble managing time and going to church more than usual. In my point of view, the best night at church, is when we celebrate the Good Friday and the church is full with people singing along together hymns dedicated to Jesus Christ. The following night, The Resurrection, is just as emotionally charged as Good Friday, and is just as beautiful, if not more so. Some problems may arise with Easter and Lent, but this should not halt all the careful preparations which have to occur for the best religious holiday to be celebrated. So put aside all these differences between the two countries, and embrace the changes which try hard to get the same atmosphere to occur, and celebrate Easter.
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The Origins of Lent
by Carol Cruceanu
My dear friends in Christ, I come across some information (summarized and collated below) that not only I found interesting in content but prompted me to think that many of you like me as we are getting closer to the church will become eager to know more about our church history, the importance and meaning. The origin of Lent is one of those topics…. The word Lent, now associated exclusively with the observance of the liturgical year, originally meant spring and had no special religious significance. In English usage, however, its reference was gradually limited to the season of preparation for Pascha/ Easter, a season that does, in fact, coincide with spring in the Northern hemisphere. In languages dependent on Latin, the word for Lent is some variant of forty, derived from the Latin quadragesima (forty). For instance, in Romanian, the popular term for the Great Lent is păresimi, a shortened form of patruzecime, perfectly translating the original Latin word. This is a period of forty days of fasting in imitation of the Lord himself, who observed exactly that length of time in fasting prior to
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the beginning of his ministry in Palestine. Lent is also associated with the forty day fasts of Moses, on Mount Sinai, and of Elijah, as he journeyed to that same mountain. Doubtless it was this combination of Jesus, Moses, and Elijah together on the mountain of Transfiguration that prompted many believers to read that Gospel story near the beginning of Lent. Gradually, the Christian Church did settle on a period of 40 days, and the custom was so firmly in place by year 325 that the Council of Nicaea also determined that the forty days preceding Easter should be a special time of prayer and fasting in preparation for the baptisms to be done on that day. Such were the origins of the season of Lent, which Christians from the 4th century onwards were very convinced were rooted in the time and teaching of the Apostles themselves. The fasting observed during this season is not, needless to say, total. Over the centuries it especially came to mean simply a tougher, more disciplined diet, excluding more ‘substantial’ foods like meat and dairy products. Such fasting is accompanied by other practices of restraint, to encourage concentration on the things of God and the health of the soul, such as prayer and the study of Holy Scripture.
How to fast
Alina Victoria Paraschiv
The great lent may be an opportunity to move on towards another level of conscience: it is the very time for you to wake up (Romans 13:11). The Apostle indicates a certain sleep, namely that sleep representing the spiritual death of the soul, ignorance and lack of understanding for the beauty of the heavenly everlasting day. Let’s give up the night of this sleeping conscience and live like those pledged themselves to the knowledge of the Life. For what is the meaning of clothing into Christ – our christening –, if not to be absorbed by the knowledge of His life? By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another (John 13:35). The Apostle’s voice reveals us the criteria of this life. How do we relate to the needs of our flesh: do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature (Romans 13:14). How do we think of our fellows: Do not judge thoughts, do not despise, do not condemn (Romans 14:1-3)… Do not judge our fellows; our measurements will not correspond to those of the Truth. And if the Apostle tells us what we are not allowed to do, Christ’s words introduce us in the positive dimension of fasting. How can we cramp the empty place left by the lack of a passionate style of material and theoretical dependences? Forgive people their mistakes (Matthew 6:14). Be the faithful friend of the merciful Samaritan, taking care of the injured one. Give! Give what you are. The wound existing in the others’ soul will be cured by the oil of your fraternal love. Fast gladly. May gladness rule your life! This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it (Psalm 118,24). That day can be every day. If the Lord – our exquisite happiness – is with us, who or what can deprive us of Him? Let’s determine our soul to remain in this state of being. Meekness. Do not let us make a motive of vaunt, out of our fast. Let us have joyful and well-wishing face to our brothers, and teary heart for our sins, facing our Father. You may ask me: how can we do this? It is difficult! But are the pains and death caused by passions easier to live with? Listen to your spiritual father, pray devoutly; what people cannot do, only God can do. Find your hope in Him. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls (Matthew 11:29). (English version by Carmen Alexandrescu and Alina Paraschiv)
A Spiritual Testament: father Ivan Strannik / John the Stranger
Two major, although very different, spiritual events took place in Romania during the communist regime, while the latter endured longer. The first was the group of Antim (Anthemios) monastery, gathering intellectuals, clergy and monks; the second was Constantin Noica's philosophical school of Păltiniş monastery, gathering mostly intellectuals (among them, the today's Romanian top scholars and writers Gabriel Liiceanu and Andrei Pleşu). I will refer to the former, reading Fr André Scrima's book The Time of the Burning Bush (Romanian). There it is published a letter, containing the spiritual testament of father Ivan Strannik, founder and spiritual mentor of the Antim group called ‘The Burning Bush’. Father Ivan (John) the Stranger was a former Russian bishop, exiled by the soviet regime, who have found asylum, like many other political refugees, in Romania (before the installation of the dark communist ages). He was a charismatic person, really endowed with the divine grace; a bearer and giver of grace. After sending the above mentioned letter to his disciples, he went into the mountains, being seen only rarely afterwards, like an angelic luminous phenomenon... The letter was published by Fr Scrima, the youngest member of the group, only a few years ago [second edition, Bucharest: Humanitas, 2000]. Fr Scrima was a distinguished scholar, Macedo-Romanian by origin, living (after he managed to leave the communist Romania) in India for many years where he learned the sacred ancient Hindu language. He had also knowledge of Hebrew and Arabic. Founder of a monastery in Lebanon. University professor, militant for ecumenism and inter-religious dialog. Archimandrite of the Ecumenical Patriarchate. Below you will find my translation of the letter, from the original Romanian. I am grateful for the help I have received, at an early stage of this translation, from Mr. Dimitri Kepreotes (St Andrew’s Greek Orthodox Theological College). The letter, autobiographic, speaks of the content of the spiritual experience and the place of the spiritual father in our ecclesial tradition. Many things that are mentioned here look like being vain metaphors. I assure you it is much more than that. So, I invite you to take literally everything you will read here, although it is practically impossible to understand the nature of the things that are described. But if understanding represents not an option, it is by experience that we could hope to have a true insight into this… [D.C.] Glory and thanking to the Lord who, at this very moment, shows us His benevolence. With the help of the Living God, just reminding you some signs and various moments – as long as these could be shared by the means of writing –, I will speak to you for your minds and hearts to be truly strengthened in a complete union with the Lord, and your faith to remain balanced in the ways of the divine Providence; also [to be truly strengthened] the trust you put into the “stranger” whom, not outside a mystery, you found on the salvific journey of the souls belonging to Him. I strongly confess the work of the Providence accomplished in me and which is unceasingly accomplished in me. I again confess the wholeness of the divine mercies poured upon us and those which will be elected by the Lord, in incomprehensible ways and in such different modes, as tools of the glory of his holy Name. Blessed are those that have not doubted about me, your unworthy father and elder, who is among you as a “foreigner [and] messenger”. Indeed, [I am like this not] not because I – a human being, with the qualities and weaknesses of our nature – would have been somehow different, but [because of] God's will, the incomparable will of God. It is [God's will] that chose me, despite my unworthiness; it is [God's will] that guides my steps and rests upon me, its servant. Since my very youth, the sweet energy of the Providence rested its favour in my heart and, on the way of my salvation, granted me the graceful blessing of the Inheritance. It granted me also a spiritual father in who was working the grace that filled his life. Also, and moreover, it granted me, all along my journey, the unmediated grace of strength and wisdom. I have spoken to you many times about all these things by living word, and I will definitely provide you with some other details [he quotes The Book of Wisdom of Sirah 43:31] Despite my weakness, I will always be grateful to him, for on the ladder of my spiritual growth He powerfully revealed to me so many times his truth and grace. But as the emperor and prophet Solomon says: [he quotes The Wisdom 7:29]. Truly his power works through the weak and ignorant [he quotes Psalm 8:2-3 from the Septuagint]. And so the Lord granted me what it is called the charismatic Tradition of the spiritual Inheritance and the grace of guiding people's souls towards salvation.
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Looking back, in order to comprehend the spaces I have walked through, me, the traveller who since sixty four years ago sojourn this life, I acknowledge that, from de beginning, the Lord hurried to pour in my young heart the flame impossible to defeat of His love. I bless the Lord for He was not reluctant to fill my inner life and to overwhelm it with His unfathomable mercies. I humiliated myself because of the wholeness of these gifts, which are above all the earthly goods, gifts than cannot be perceived by the world and human mind. I bless the Lord that from my first years he guided me on His mysterious ways, towards the inexhausted springs from where flows the grace, springs that the old Fathers guarded in hermitages, in mountains and in places hidden to the eyes of the world. Yes, I bless the Lord who, at the threshold of my adulthood, made to be melted in the [interior] room of my heart, the richness of the gifts from which even now I live and renew myself, richness that were not lost because of my sufferings and the meanders of the road of my life, for I looked with care and fear not to diminish it. On the contrary, speaking with spiritual courage, I may undoubtedly witness that even myself, as humble and unworthy as I am, besides my weakness, I offered the true gift of the Providence to many of those who sincerely sought it. Yes, Him alone, the Lord has always shared himself to those travellers of this our earthly journey, whom He brought to Himself by the very roads of the everyday life, to satisfy the thirst of their souls. Or, the thirst for the Spirit is insatiable and nothing could overwhelm it; and inasmuch his grace pours into the being, as much this one grows and becomes complete. It is real, truly. May the mercy of God and the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen!
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By Presbytera Eisodia Menis
The Commonwealth games, held in Melbourne this March, began with a grand opening. Part of the opening ceremony took place on the Yarra River, very close to the main sporting arena, the Melbourne Cricket Ground. In the weeks leading up to the Games, I saw some barges lined up in the river near the sports precinct. Each barge had on it a large fish and each fish represented a country which was to compete in the Games. I photographed these intriguing creatures which seemed to swim, in single file, upstream but out of the water. Fish out of water… The thought amused me. I remembered hearing about monks saying that when they were away from their monastery, they felt as if they were fish out of water. I wondered if they felt that they were swimming against the current – upstream. Out of their familiar environment, anyone would need to make the required adjustments. Perhaps a lot of effort is required to cope with a new situation. Perhaps a sense of bewilderment overcomes one. How did the apostles feel when they were chosen and invited by Jesus to become “fishers of men” (Matthew 4:19)? These, mostly fishermen, were destined for something that they could never have imagined in their lives. Sometimes they fumbled, sometimes they got it wrong. They may have felt like fish out of water at first, but our Lord’s coaching with love saw the majority of them martyrs for the faith. It is by the Grace of God that they struggled through. The early Christians had a shorthand sign for Jesus. They drew a fish. The acronym ΙΧΘΥΣ [for Jesus (Ι) Christ (Χ)) God’s (Θ)) Son (Υ), the Saviour (Σ)] means fish in Ancient Greek. I remembered how many times Jesus had something to do with fish. He fed two crowds with bread and fish (Matthew 14:14-21& Mark 8:110). He told Peter to find a coin in the mouth of a particular fish so that some temple taxes could be paid (Matthew 17:21-27). On a certain occasion, Jesus guided Peter and the fishermen where to cast their nets so that they might catch fish, which on that night they had been frustratingly unsuccessful in doing (John 21:3-6). Jesus even
barbequed some fish for the apostles to have for breakfast (John 21:9-12). During the Lenten period, those who are able to fast abstain from (amongst other things) fish, but look forward to the relaxation of this rule on the Feastday of the Annunciation and a little later, Palm Sunday. I remember hearing a recorded talk given by Father Niphon, a monk from the Athonite monastery of Vatopedi. He related a story about the blessed Father Paisios (d.1994). One Sunday of the Blind Man, Fr Paisios was feeling rather exhausted and run down. He did not enjoy good health and moreover had issues with his stomach. He thought to himself that it would be beneficial if he ate a little fish to strengthen himself. As he was thinking, a large form, like an eagle or kite, swooped down. He ignored it, thinking it may be from the demons, and retreated quickly into his cell. A short time later he had reason to go outside again. He saw in the very place where the earlier incident happened, a live fish which was still thrashing about. He thanked God and took the fish but said that he hardly had the heart to eat this blessing from God. May we have the intercessions of Fr Paisios, who incidentally died out of his monastery, as we travel through Lent and more closely become acquainted with our Lord. Perhaps He will not ask us to be “fishers of men”. Shall we aspire then at least to be “caught”?
Levels of perception
Anomalogue (Atlanta, Georgia, USA) http://www.livejournal.com/users/ anomalogue/
Innumerable Heavens spread above our heads; and high above them is Heaven. Two handfuls of Earth lie dark beneath our feet; and deep beneath that is Earth. We are suspended here between Earth and Heaven; Inside and between us is Logos. I was born here alone with Heaven above me; and Earth below me; From here I surmise.
Once upon a time, in the Carpathian Mountains, lived a brown bear called Theo. Every day from sunrise ’till sunset he would roam the forest in search for forest fruits. Theo was a good bear. He never harmed other animals, not even those with two legs. Because of his goodness, he was often rewarded with some honey from the bees.
without energy, he rested in a cave, waiting to die. The next day, the vixen, which was humming a popular song, passed the bear’s shelter. - Theeeeeo! Theodore! Teddy! yelled Delilah, How is it going, honeybud? - Help! Help! muttered Theo under his breath. The fox quickly entered the cave of the bear and saw him lying there in pain. - Teddy dear! What is the matter with you? Are you sick? - Help! said Theo, choking and losing his consciousness.
She asked a countryman for a sharp knife, and with it speeded towards the sore of Theo. Everybody was astonished at the heartless gesture of the fox. The crowd’s hearts stopped. Carefully, Delilah stabbed the knife into the wound. The bear howled and then fainted. Everyone thought that this would be the end of the good bear. But no! All of the pain and poison flowed out of the swelling. Everybody then just realised the medical knowledge of the fox. Delilah then washed the wound carefully with spring water, and wrapped in leaves and fragrant herbs, and started to walk around the bear, mumbling some magic words not understandable by ordinary people: “Fire, black chook, pot and rain, Make the sick bear well again, When the soup is good to eat, Make the bear healthy and fit!”
Theo was even friends with Delilah, the sly fox. He always tried to convince her to give up eating meat, and to start eating things like fruits and vegetables, which are much healthier for the stomach, and are abundant and easy-to-find throughout the forest. After much persuasion, Theo convinced the ‘horror of birds’ to become vegetarian. After converting to the new diet, Delilah was much happier, livelier and smelt freshly of mint. Because she knew how to sing nicely, all of the people from the surrounding villages invited Delilah to all types of parties. She even sung with the roosters in a duet. One day, while Theo was out having his lunch in a blackberry bush, he had an accident that was about to cost him his life. By mistake, he stepped on a thorn, which broke itself deep down into the heel of the bear. The wound infected rapidly, and Theo suffered like a hero. After a couple of days, the bear could not offer himself his necessary food. Hungry, sick and
Not much time passed by, and Theo opened his eyes, and started The terrified and shocked Delilah bounded out, and started to scream shrieking with pain. Because everyone was so focused on him, he with all her might for help. Many asked the crowd: animals turned up, even some What’s happening with me! Am I peasants from nearby settlements. still alive? All of them shrugged their shoulders, not knowing how to cure Yes, answered Delilah, and you are the bear. Delilah was starting to get going to get well again. more and more desperate. A smile appeared on Theo’s Accidentally, she stepped on the mouth, and he tried to move his hedgehog, and, stinging herself, paws. He was, however, too weak to leaped two metres up in to the air stand up. The crowd told him of all shouting with victory: the suffering he had been through - Eureka! Eureka! and the skill of Delilah. The bear - E-ri-ka-aaa! My wife’s name is recovered after a couple of days, and Erika, not Eureka! exclaimed thanked the fox very much for offended Socrates, the hedgehog, saving his life. He was always in her stroking his bent spikes. company. They would go to - I don’t care what your wife’s weddings, celebrations and name is! I said Eureka not Erika! festivities, where Delilah would sing Eureka! Eureka! shrieked Delilah, nicely, and Uncle Theo would dance triumphantly. I found the way to page 7 make Theo well again!
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kindness towards the bear. They made a deal with the always-drunk boss of the circus, and bought the polar beauty for two cases of vodka. The deal created a big hole in their budget. The happiness of Theo was enormous when he saw Mila in the tent. The bear asked the Russian lady to marry him and, after she accepted, they had a fantastic wedding party. After this, they went on a honeymoon to the mountains. Mila, which always suffered of heat, was now delighted with the coolness of the place. It made her feel as if she was back home, in the Arctic Circle. She convinced the groom to settle there. He accepted, and they made their shelter in a cave next to an alpine lake. The winter came with wintriness, blizzards and snow. Theo, with his Again, Delilah was the one that got mind at hibernation, became very him out of this mood, inviting him sleepy and taciturn. Mila, on the to join the group. Theo, at first, did other hand, was contented, joyful not understand how a bear could be and lively. This was the part of a choir of foxes, but then environment and climate she liked. again, no choir is complete without This time, she was the one who a baritone. With a few lessons from found the cure for the lethargic Delilah, the bear became a real husband. She made a hole into the artist. They visited a lot of places, ice of the lake, and everyday caught until one day, they reached a big Theo fresh fish. Because he had city. Fame came upon them in the plenty of food now, he did not feel local circus tent, where they had a the need to sleep through winter. He show. The entire city came to see also put on a bit of weight, which them. That is also where Theo met helped him to not feel the cold so Mila, a lovely polar bear. She was much. As the spring came, Mila had part of a Russian circus that had very good news for Theo. Soon, gone bankrupt. Now, Mila filled a they were going to have cubs. This cage in the filthy menagerie of the made the would-be father very local circus. happy.
The Bear... page 6 graciously. The years passed quickly, and Delilah married Figaro, a fox vocalist from over the hill, and, shortly they had cubs. Because they were of good breed, all of them sang wonderfully. They established the vocal group ‘Fox’, and toured all of the nearby forests and villages. Theo, who could not find a wife, started to get glum and moody. He would grumble and complain all day.
Whoever saw them was amazed. Not much time passed, and the family of four went on a lovely excursion to Theo’s birthplace, because the bear missed Delilah so much. Everybody was very happy when the foxes and the bears met. People from seven villages came to see both Chum and Gum. They relaunched the group ‘Fox’, and performed successfully all summer. They put apart some money for the next trip, a special one to Mila’s native lands. And now, our story finishes, the story about the good bear and the smart fox, animals which have won great fame, becoming main characters in many stories that grandparents tell to their grandchildren…
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Seeing and eating
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Theo fell in love with Mila so much, that he started to suffer. He even lost his nice voice. The bear started to get thinner and thinner, and was again depressed and gloomy, because he knew that Mila was behind bars. Once again, Delilah and Figaro proved their
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After a couple of months, Mila gave birth to twins, which were both white. They were named Chum and Gum, and were very cute. Not even a month passed, and black spots began appearing on their fur. They looked like some bear-Dalmatians.
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