sign

(continued from "neighbour" May the 6th, 2007)
One sunny afternoon the white rabbit putted all his carrots in a pile. Soon he would get some new ones, therefore he would have a little "carrot party".

The bluebird saw the signs, he had made. "Why may animals with long necks not eat your carrots?" she asked. "Because – because - - all the carrots can be in their necks," the rabbit said.

The bluebird said, that was rubbish. "Why may the giraffe not eat your carrots?" she said directly. "That giraffe shall not come here from Africa and eat my carrots!" the rabbit shouted.

The bluebird got sad. "The giraffe have run away from home, because he was hunted by lions, and because his family mobbed him because of his crazy legs," she said.

The white rabbit didn't say anything. He looked at his signs, thoughtful. "But why does he come here," he said so quietly, that nobody heard him.

(to be continued)

phoenix

One day the cat walked in the field, looking for mice. Suddenly there was a large bird ahead him. "Hi, my name is Felix, and I'm a cat," he said. "My name is Phoenix, and I'm a Phoenix-bird," the bird said. "Ok, then I'm a Felix-cat," he smiled.

"Don't it hurt, the fire in your feet?" Felix asked. "Not at all, I'm born in fire," she said. Felix wondered: "Did you came out of the egg in fire?" The Phoenix-bird said: "I did not come out of an egg. When the previous Phoenix-bird was 500 years, she burned out in a fire and then I grew up of it."

"Very weird," Felix thought, "no-one will believe me, if I tell, that I've met at bird with burning feet, whose mother was 500 years and burned to death when this Phoenix-bird here came out of another thing than an egg!" Then he laughed: "Ah - she's making fun because it's new-year!"

He said "Happy Newyear to you too," and walked across the field to visit the grass-man and his friends. He only wondered why the fire didn't hurt the Phoenix-bird.

mask

" Hi Porcu and Sheep, what are you going to do?" the bluebird asked. "We're going to the white rabbit," the porcupine said, "and we will surprise him - he can't recognize us at all, because we have our masks on," the porcupine said. The bluebird laughed: "Yes, you're complete hidden, Porcu and Sheep - enjoy!"

"Yes, we are hidden. I only wonder how she knows our names?" the porcupine said. The sheep smiled - this was one of the rare moments, where the porcupine was happy. Especially in these times, where the grass is grey and the leaves have disappeared (nearly), he was a bit depressed. Winter is coming, and soon he should make a winter lair. He remembered, that he would miss his friends. But he had to - else he couldn't survive the winter.