S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
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‘Here,’ said Bacia, ‘take this to Grandma Frigga. She is sick and can’t move.’
‘Okay, mother. What is it?’ Bacia held out a cross-hatched wicker picnic basket. She flipped open one side and
revealed an apple, a sandwich, a muffin, and a bottle of wine.
‘Mother?’ asked Eztli, pointing to the bottle, ‘Are you sure it’s okay if Grandma drinks this while she is sick?’
‘Um …’ Bacia looked at the ham sandwich inside the basket, temptation in her eyes. She quickly looked away. ‘Yes.
Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. It’s fine. Help her forget about being sick. Yes. Yes, yes.’
‘Okay, mother! Right away!’ Eztli smiled, took the basket, and skipped out the door, toward the forest.
Bacia turned away and started heading for the kitchen when she turned around, opened the window and shouted:
‘Don’t talk to strangers!’
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Eztli skipped down the path, her red hood bouncing along with her. She could barely hear what her mother said; it
sounded like: ‘Doe ta oo ranger!’ She hoped it wasn’t too important.
Happy, she decided she had some time before she had to get to her grandmother’s. ‘Maybe Grandma Frigga would
like some flowers?’ she thought. ‘Yes. Flowers will be lovely’.
She strayed off the path until she found a clearing full of flowers; red, blue, yellow, white, purple, orange; all the
colours she could imagine. She sat down and started picking out the best-looking, best-scented flowers she could
find. They all had to be absolutely perfect. When she was content with the ones from this area, she went further on,
picking up the prettiest flowers she saw. When she had almost got back to the path, she heard a noise. She couldn’t
decipher what it was, but she got a