Here is a leaf from a hip plant - in danish: hyben. I like the yellow and pale green - isn't that beautiful?I think, this little twig looks like a tree itself - amazing.
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The Grassman has never gone to school. In his world wasn't that necessary - nature and his friends were most important for him. But when he met his girlfriend, he saw that she loved to look in some paper with strokes in. She told him about the wonderful world, she met in the world of books. "If you want, I will show you how to read," she said.
If geese could react as chameleons - change their colors after their surroundings - I think these two would do like this. They're hunted by the farmer, who want some goose roast. They want to live much longer, therefore they're hiding in front of the shawl of his wife. I wonder if he will find them?
The grassman's girlfriend will buy a new t-shirt to him. He has got some new jeans, and now she will make it to a completely new suit. She doesn't want to see him in his old green and striped pyjamas-shirt, which has become too small for him.
This is so near paradise as it's possible - for the grassman...
(continued from "neighbour" May the 6th, 2007)
The very first time, the giraffe came to The Land of the Grassman, the first one he met, was a bluebird. "Hey, I'm your new neighbor," the giraffe said. The bluebird would like to know, where he came from. He said, he came from Africa - far, far away. "Why do you come here?", he asked.
Porcu is back from his winter lair, and his new friend, Porcupi, is here too. Maybee you can remember, that Porcupi is the happy one? In fact, he has "infected" Porcu - his worried face is a bit less worried now.The sheep is telling them about a magnolia branch, he once saw. "I remember, all of it was green and white. It was beautiful", the sheep says.
Porcu imagines, how the world was green: The big magnolia branch, the green grass and the green sky with stars. He is happy, because the sheep remember that, and because Porcupi visits him.
The white rabbit has tried to use his ears to fly. He has tried many times, but he can't, and now he isn't happy at all. " Why can't I fly like that spring-butterfly up there?" he said. " Is it my destiny forever to have so crazy ears, who can't even be used as wings?"
The grassman is home again, and home he's a very good sleeper.