oh and still ain't had a cigarette since sat night/ sunday mornooning!
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Well done John! Keep going. You're doing brilliantly
Well done John! Keep going. You're doing brilliantly
hands up, there is a 'tabbo' outlet at night, that's always going to be, i justify as the lesser of 2 evils but above it does help with my physical pain. next week i'm cutting out the beer...that is going to be a mission, but i do acknowledge it as my major flaw.
oh, and fankoo mum
so today i arrived at base, 0800.. we start at 0830, i went round dealerships to get the workload, put away the delivery of chemicals... all before the first body arrived.
the lack of intelligence amongst the staff there never fails to amuse, this is next to the area we hang up keys for sales to collect....
now, granted there is a wooden area blades SHOULD go, imbedded right to it, but seriously!
the lack of intelligence amongst the staff there never fails to amuse, this is next to the area we hang up keys for sales to collect....
now, granted there is a wooden area blades SHOULD go, imbedded right to it, but seriously!
at least put the open area face down!
hmmmm,
hmmmm,
nos da from me friends, keep on tortin'
Just open a Bud , I can hear a beer can open anywhere !
Just open a Bud , I can hear a beer can open anywhere !
Hello grandpa, I have to buy some Bud. When I got them, I`ll invite you to drink a beer with me.
Is that an offer ?
@Grandpa Turtle 144
@Yvonne G
@JoesMum
@Moozillion
@Kristoff
@johnandjade
@Gillian Moore
@Momof4
@JSWallace
@Laura1412
@Big Charlie
@ZEROPILOT
@Tidgy's Dad ( who is absent )
Hi folks ! ( I hope I forgot no one )
I think that you all miss Adam ( so do I ) and the continuation of Esio Trot.
Not knowing that Adam would have problems with his PC, two weeks ago I wrote a little story, a fairy tale for you.
For you, for the CDR and for TFO.
I swear it was my own idea and I wrote it my own words, cause I`m a "writer" too.
So I invite you to share the story or fable of The little tortoise ALICE who wants to a a bee.
Here it is. Have fun !
The TORTOISE Who Wanted to Be a Bee.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny, young tortoise. Her name was Alice.
She had hatched in the wonderful month of May, when the grass was still so very green and the flowers bloomed and spread and grew, and the sun shone warmly every day.
Alice had a little burrow underneath the roots of a big, old oak tree where she lived. The burrow gave her shelter from the hot midday sun and the rain that sometimes poured down out of the heavens to water all the greenery and plants.
Every morning, when the sun came out, Alice awoke. She opened her eyes and the early sunbeams tickled her nose so that sometimes she had to sneeze. After sneezing, she rubbed her nose with her front legs and crawled out of her burrow, so that the warmth of the sun's rays could reach her shell, and after a little while they made her little body feel comfortably warm.
Her burrow under the old oak tree was in the middle of a wide green meadow. The little tortoise had to only crawl forwards just a little bit to have access to the delicious weeds and flowers that grew on her meadow.
"What a wonderful life," Alice used to say before she started eating and she really loved to eat. She took a bit of a bite here and a bit of a bite there by slowly crawling forward.
One day, when she was just about to bite into a yummy looking clover blossom, she heard a strange noise from above.
It sounded like : Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Alice looked up and saw a wild bee just hovering above her. She had never seen a bee before so she was completely astonished. and asked, "Hello, my friend, what are you doing there and what's your name?"
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, was the only answer.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice.
Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............the bee landed on the clover blossom.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice obstinately. The buzzing noise stopped.
"Yes, I can speak, but I am a busy bee and i have no time for idle chatter. I have to collect nectar and pollen for my hive."
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz. The buzzing noise started again and the bee hovered over the clover blossom to collect the delicious nectar and pollen.
"You can fly!" said Alice, astonished and she felt a little bit envious to see the bee flying.
"All bees fly!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"I want to fly too!" .said Alice, feeling a trifle sad that she couldn't fly.
"Silliness! Tortoises don't fly! Ever!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzz
"Oh, but if I try hard and work out, too ?" asked Alice.
"It will never work. Tortoises don't fly! No way! But now I must go, I mean fly 'cause I am a very busy bee."
Buuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........The buzzing noise first got louder and then quieter and finally, the bee was gone.
Alice was alone again. She felt a tiny teardrop running down her cheek, but she didn't want to cry.
"Oh, I want to be a bee!" she said as she rubbed the little teardrop from her eye.
"Why shouldn't torts fly?" she said to herself. " I saw how the bee did it. I shall try it myself."
She searched for and found a molehill and climbed up it to the summit so her little legs no longer touched the ground. Then she began to move her little legs backwards and forwards as fast as she could and for vocal support, she tried to make a buzzing sound, but it didn't really sound much like a bee.
"Biiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," was the noise that came out of Alice's beak.
Biiiiizzzzzzzz.........biizzzzzz...bizzz...biz..
Alice was forced to give up. She was extremely exhausted and her legs were aching from the effort.
"I.....will.... try.... it..... again.......tomorrow...." she said breathlessly as she crawled down from the molehill. And again she said to herself, "Oh, how I want to be a bee!"
A few months passed by.
Little Alice the tortoise had grown, but she had never been able to fly, though she tried hard at it every day.
She often watched the bees flying over her meadow, from one blossom to another, and she was getting more and more sad that she couldn't.
"Oh, I want so much to be a bee," she said every morning after she had awoken, but her dream of flying just wouldn't come true.
One day, a mole came out of his cave on the molehill and watched Alice as she was once more attempting to fly.
"What are you doing there?" he asked her, blinking in the sun.
"I.... try........to..........fly," she replied out of breath.
"To fly?" Hahahaha!" The mole held his belly, he was laughing so much.
"To fly?" he repeated. " Hahahahaha, I've never seen a tortoise flying. Hahaha. What a good joke!.Flying!"
Alice stopped and crawled down the molehill. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Why can't tortoises fly?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Because you have no wings and are too heavy to fly." said the mole condescendingly and disappeared into the hole in the side of his molehill.
"I am too heavy to fly," said Alice to herself. "if i stop eating, I will become lighter and maybe then I could fly."
From that day on,,little Alice the tortoise lost her appetite and she stopped eating. She felt sad, weary and sick in mind and body. Even the sun shone no longer as warm as it had in May.
Autumn arrived. The days became shorter and the nights longer and the leaves began to fall.
One morning, sick little Alice the tortoise crawled out of her burrow. She was very hungry and felt very weak. She was looking out onto her meadow and observing the changes there.
Most of the flowers and blossoms were gone and the grass and the weeds had begun to turn brown and yellow.
Alice crawled forward, passing the last, shrunken dandelion flower, when she saw a bee lying in front of her there on the ground.
The bee looked sick and weak. There was no happy buzzing sound to be heard.
"Poor little bee! what has happened to you ? Why don't you fly?" asked Alice.
"I was a busy bee, but now is the time for me to go," said the bee in a weak voice.
"Pardon? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'time to go'?" inquired Alice curiously.
"Time for me to die," said the bee.
"Oh,no! You can't die! We live a very long time, or so I've always been told."
"Silly little tortoise! You can live for many years because you are a tortoise. But bees only live one summer long, that's the difference. Tortoises live long and bees can fly. okay?"
" I understand,...." said Alice, but what the bee said made her very sad.
"Go on, little tortoise, and live as long a life as most tortoises do. Think no more about flying. Make that promise to me."
Alice nodded." Yes, I promise. Goodbye, little busy bee."
Alice walked away thinking of the busy bee's words and suddenly she realized how hungry she was. She started eating and munching away at all that she could find on the meadow and after a while she felt strong and healthy again.
Alice the tortoise never saw the busy bee again, but from that day forth, she stopped thinking about flying and did what all tortoises do: eating and growing a little each day and she lived happily ever after.
Written by Sabine Lebensieg
27.08.2017
@Yvonne G
@JoesMum
@Moozillion
@Kristoff
@johnandjade
@Gillian Moore
@Momof4
@JSWallace
@Laura1412
@Big Charlie
@ZEROPILOT
@Tidgy's Dad ( who is absent )
Hi folks ! ( I hope I forgot no one )
I think that you all miss Adam ( so do I ) and the continuation of Esio Trot.
Not knowing that Adam would have problems with his PC, two weeks ago I wrote a little story, a fairy tale for you.
For you, for the CDR and for TFO.
I swear it was my own idea and I wrote it my own words, cause I`m a "writer" too.
So I invite you to share the story or fable of The little tortoise ALICE who wants to a a bee.
Here it is. Have fun !
The TORTOISE Who Wanted to Be a Bee.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny, young tortoise. Her name was Alice.
She had hatched in the wonderful month of May, when the grass was still so very green and the flowers bloomed and spread and grew, and the sun shone warmly every day.
Alice had a little burrow underneath the roots of a big, old oak tree where she lived. The burrow gave her shelter from the hot midday sun and the rain that sometimes poured down out of the heavens to water all the greenery and plants.
Every morning, when the sun came out, Alice awoke. She opened her eyes and the early sunbeams tickled her nose so that sometimes she had to sneeze. After sneezing, she rubbed her nose with her front legs and crawled out of her burrow, so that the warmth of the sun's rays could reach her shell, and after a little while they made her little body feel comfortably warm.
Her burrow under the old oak tree was in the middle of a wide green meadow. The little tortoise had to only crawl forwards just a little bit to have access to the delicious weeds and flowers that grew on her meadow.
"What a wonderful life," Alice used to say before she started eating and she really loved to eat. She took a bit of a bite here and a bit of a bite there by slowly crawling forward.
One day, when she was just about to bite into a yummy looking clover blossom, she heard a strange noise from above.
It sounded like : Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Alice looked up and saw a wild bee just hovering above her. She had never seen a bee before so she was completely astonished. and asked, "Hello, my friend, what are you doing there and what's your name?"
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, was the only answer.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice.
Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............the bee landed on the clover blossom.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice obstinately. The buzzing noise stopped.
"Yes, I can speak, but I am a busy bee and i have no time for idle chatter. I have to collect nectar and pollen for my hive."
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz. The buzzing noise started again and the bee hovered over the clover blossom to collect the delicious nectar and pollen.
"You can fly!" said Alice, astonished and she felt a little bit envious to see the bee flying.
"All bees fly!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"I want to fly too!" .said Alice, feeling a trifle sad that she couldn't fly.
"Silliness! Tortoises don't fly! Ever!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzz
"Oh, but if I try hard and work out, too ?" asked Alice.
"It will never work. Tortoises don't fly! No way! But now I must go, I mean fly 'cause I am a very busy bee."
Buuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........The buzzing noise first got louder and then quieter and finally, the bee was gone.
Alice was alone again. She felt a tiny teardrop running down her cheek, but she didn't want to cry.
"Oh, I want to be a bee!" she said as she rubbed the little teardrop from her eye.
"Why shouldn't torts fly?" she said to herself. " I saw how the bee did it. I shall try it myself."
She searched for and found a molehill and climbed up it to the summit so her little legs no longer touched the ground. Then she began to move her little legs backwards and forwards as fast as she could and for vocal support, she tried to make a buzzing sound, but it didn't really sound much like a bee.
"Biiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," was the noise that came out of Alice's beak.
Biiiiizzzzzzzz.........biizzzzzz...bizzz...biz..
Alice was forced to give up. She was extremely exhausted and her legs were aching from the effort.
"I.....will.... try.... it..... again.......tomorrow...." she said breathlessly as she crawled down from the molehill. And again she said to herself, "Oh, how I want to be a bee!"
A few months passed by.
Little Alice the tortoise had grown, but she had never been able to fly, though she tried hard at it every day.
She often watched the bees flying over her meadow, from one blossom to another, and she was getting more and more sad that she couldn't.
"Oh, I want so much to be a bee," she said every morning after she had awoken, but her dream of flying just wouldn't come true.
One day, a mole came out of his cave on the molehill and watched Alice as she was once more attempting to fly.
"What are you doing there?" he asked her, blinking in the sun.
"I.... try........to..........fly," she replied out of breath.
"To fly?" Hahahaha!" The mole held his belly, he was laughing so much.
"To fly?" he repeated. " Hahahahaha, I've never seen a tortoise flying. Hahaha. What a good joke!.Flying!"
Alice stopped and crawled down the molehill. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Why can't tortoises fly?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Because you have no wings and are too heavy to fly." said the mole condescendingly and disappeared into the hole in the side of his molehill.
"I am too heavy to fly," said Alice to herself. "if i stop eating, I will become lighter and maybe then I could fly."
From that day on,,little Alice the tortoise lost her appetite and she stopped eating. She felt sad, weary and sick in mind and body. Even the sun shone no longer as warm as it had in May.
Autumn arrived. The days became shorter and the nights longer and the leaves began to fall.
One morning, sick little Alice the tortoise crawled out of her burrow. She was very hungry and felt very weak. She was looking out onto her meadow and observing the changes there.
Most of the flowers and blossoms were gone and the grass and the weeds had begun to turn brown and yellow.
Alice crawled forward, passing the last, shrunken dandelion flower, when she saw a bee lying in front of her there on the ground.
The bee looked sick and weak. There was no happy buzzing sound to be heard.
"Poor little bee! what has happened to you ? Why don't you fly?" asked Alice.
"I was a busy bee, but now is the time for me to go," said the bee in a weak voice.
"Pardon? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'time to go'?" inquired Alice curiously.
"Time for me to die," said the bee.
"Oh,no! You can't die! We live a very long time, or so I've always been told."
"Silly little tortoise! You can live for many years because you are a tortoise. But bees only live one summer long, that's the difference. Tortoises live long and bees can fly. okay?"
" I understand,...." said Alice, but what the bee said made her very sad.
"Go on, little tortoise, and live as long a life as most tortoises do. Think no more about flying. Make that promise to me."
Alice nodded." Yes, I promise. Goodbye, little busy bee."
Alice walked away thinking of the busy bee's words and suddenly she realized how hungry she was. She started eating and munching away at all that she could find on the meadow and after a while she felt strong and healthy again.
Alice the tortoise never saw the busy bee again, but from that day forth, she stopped thinking about flying and did what all tortoises do: eating and growing a little each day and she lived happily ever after.
Written by Sabine Lebensieg
27.08.2017
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I got Bud and my wife has the wine come over now and have a drink !Hello grandpa, I have to buy some Bud. When I got them, I`ll invite you to drink a beer with me.
Is that an offer ?
I got Bud and my wife has the wine come over now and have a drink !
I would ! If it were possible ....
Thanks for your invatation and greetings to your wife.
I'm going to open aBud for you let's go ! Anything is possible!I would ! If it were possible ....
Thanks for your invatation and greetings to your wife.
@Grandpa Turtle 144
@Yvonne G
@JoesMum
@Moozillion
@Kristoff
@johnandjade
@Gillian Moore
@Momof4
@JSWallace
@Laura1412
@Big Charlie
@ZEROPILOT
@Tidgy's Dad ( who is absent )
Hi folks ! ( I hope I forgot no one )
I think that you all miss Adam ( so do I ) and the continuation of Esio Trot.
Not knowing that Adam would have problems with his PC, two weeks ago I wrote a little story, a fairy tale for you.
For you, for the CDR and for TFO.
I swear it was my own idea and I wrote it my own words, cause I`m a "writer" too.
So I invite you to share the story or fable of The little tortoise ALICE who wants to a a bee.
Here it is. Have fun !
The TORTOISE Who Wanted to Be a Bee.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny, young tortoise. Her name was Alice.
She had hatched in the wonderful month of May, when the grass was still so very green and the flowers bloomed and spread and grew, and the sun shone warmly every day.
Alice had a little burrow underneath the roots of a big, old oak tree where she lived. The burrow gave her shelter from the hot midday sun and the rain that sometimes poured down out of the heavens to water all the greenery and plants.
Every morning, when the sun came out, Alice awoke. She opened her eyes and the early sunbeams tickled her nose so that sometimes she had to sneeze. After sneezing, she rubbed her nose with her front legs and crawled out of her burrow, so that the warmth of the sun's rays could reach her shell, and after a little while they made her little body feel comfortably warm.
Her burrow under the old oak tree was in the middle of a wide green meadow. The little tortoise had to only crawl forwards just a little bit to have access to the delicious weeds and flowers that grew on her meadow.
"What a wonderful life," Alice used to say before she started eating and she really loved to eat. She took a bit of a bite here and a bit of a bite there by slowly crawling forward.
One day, when she was just about to bite into a yummy looking clover blossom, she heard a strange noise from above.
It sounded like : Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Alice looked up and saw a wild bee just hovering above her. She had never seen a bee before so she was completely astonished. and asked, "Hello, my friend, what are you doing there and what's your name?"
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, was the only answer.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice.
Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............the bee landed on the clover blossom.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice obstinately. The buzzing noise stopped.
"Yes, I can speak, but I am a busy bee and i have no time for idle chatter. I have to collect nectar and pollen for my hive."
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz. The buzzing noise started again and the bee hovered over the clover blossom to collect the delicious nectar and pollen.
"You can fly!" said Alice, astonished and she felt a little bit envious to see the bee flying.
"All bees fly!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"I want to fly too!" .said Alice, feeling a trifle sad that she couldn't fly.
"Silliness! Tortoises don't fly! Ever!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzz
"Oh, but if I try hard and work out, too ?" asked Alice.
"It will never work. Tortoises don't fly! No way! But now I must go, I mean fly 'cause I am a very busy bee."
Buuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........The buzzing noise first got louder and then quieter and finally, the bee was gone.
Alice was alone again. She felt a tiny teardrop running down her cheek, but she didn't want to cry.
"Oh, I want to be a bee!" she said as she rubbed the little teardrop from her eye.
"Why shouldn't torts fly?" she said to herself. " I saw how the bee did it. I shall try it myself."
She searched for and found a molehill and climbed up it to the summit so her little legs no longer touched the ground. Then she began to move her little legs backwards and forwards as fast as she could and for vocal support, she tried to make a buzzing sound, but it didn't really sound much like a bee.
"Biiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," was the noise that came out of Alice's beak.
Biiiiizzzzzzzz.........biizzzzzz...bizzz...biz..
Alice was forced to give up. She was extremely exhausted and her legs were aching from the effort.
"I.....will.... try.... it..... again.......tomorrow...." she said breathlessly as she crawled down from the molehill. And again she said to herself, "Oh, how I want to be a bee!"
A few months passed by.
Little Alice the tortoise had grown, but she had never been able to fly, though she tried hard at it every day.
She often watched the bees flying over her meadow, from one blossom to another, and she was getting more and more sad that she couldn't.
"Oh, I want so much to be a bee," she said every morning after she had awoken, but her dream of flying just wouldn't come true.
One day, a mole came out of his cave on the molehill and watched Alice as she was once more attempting to fly.
"What are you doing there?" he asked her, blinking in the sun.
"I.... try........to..........fly," she replied out of breath.
"To fly?" Hahahaha!" The mole held his belly, he was laughing so much.
"To fly?" he repeated. " Hahahahaha, I've never seen a tortoise flying. Hahaha. What a good joke!.Flying!"
Alice stopped and crawled down the molehill. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Why can't tortoises fly?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Because you have no wings and are too heavy to fly." said the mole condescendingly and disappeared into the hole in the side of his molehill.
"I am too heavy to fly," said Alice to herself. "if i stop eating, I will become lighter and maybe then I could fly."
From that day on,,little Alice the tortoise lost her appetite and she stopped eating. She felt sad, weary and sick in mind and body. Even the sun shone no longer as warm as it had in May.
Autumn arrived. The days became shorter and the nights longer and the leaves began to fall.
One morning, sick little Alice the tortoise crawled out of her burrow. She was very hungry and felt very weak. She was looking out onto her meadow and observing the changes there.
Most of the flowers and blossoms were gone and the grass and the weeds had begun to turn brown and yellow.
Alice crawled forward, passing the last, shrunken dandelion flower, when she saw a bee lying in front of her there on the ground.
The bee looked sick and weak. There was no happy buzzing sound to be heard.
"Poor little bee! what has happened to you ? Why don't you fly?" asked Alice.
"I was a busy bee, but now is the time for me to go," said the bee in a weak voice.
"Pardon? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'time to go'?" inquired Alice curiously.
"Time for me to die," said the bee.
"Oh,no! You can't die! We live a very long time, or so I've always been told."
"Silly little tortoise! You can live for many years because you are a tortoise. But bees only live one summer long, that's the difference. Tortoises live long and bees can fly. okay?"
" I understand,...." said Alice, but what the bee said made her very sad.
"Go on, little tortoise, and live as long a life as most tortoises do. Think no more about flying. Make that promise to me."
Alice nodded." Yes, I promise. Goodbye, little busy bee."
Alice walked away thinking of the busy bee's words and suddenly she realized how hungry she was. She started eating and munching away at all that she could find on the meadow and after a while she felt strong and healthy again.
Alice the tortoise never saw the busy bee again, but from that day forth, she stopped thinking about flying and did what all tortoises do: eating and growing a little each day and she lived happily ever after.
Written by Sabine Lebensieg
27.08.2017
brilliant! well done ccl bee
good mornooning gang! woke 3 times in the wee small hours with jade snoring off to edinburger today, hopefully get some postcards
off to edinburger today, hopefully get some postcards
a rather interesting sounding program...
That's wonderful Sabine.@Grandpa Turtle 144
@Yvonne G
@JoesMum
@Moozillion
@Kristoff
@johnandjade
@Gillian Moore
@Momof4
@JSWallace
@Laura1412
@Big Charlie
@ZEROPILOT
@Tidgy's Dad ( who is absent )
Hi folks ! ( I hope I forgot no one )
I think that you all miss Adam ( so do I ) and the continuation of Esio Trot.
Not knowing that Adam would have problems with his PC, two weeks ago I wrote a little story, a fairy tale for you.
For you, for the CDR and for TFO.
I swear it was my own idea and I wrote it my own words, cause I`m a "writer" too.
So I invite you to share the story or fable of The little tortoise ALICE who wants to a a bee.
Here it is. Have fun !
The TORTOISE Who Wanted to Be a Bee.
Once upon a time, there was a tiny, young tortoise. Her name was Alice.
She had hatched in the wonderful month of May, when the grass was still so very green and the flowers bloomed and spread and grew, and the sun shone warmly every day.
Alice had a little burrow underneath the roots of a big, old oak tree where she lived. The burrow gave her shelter from the hot midday sun and the rain that sometimes poured down out of the heavens to water all the greenery and plants.
Every morning, when the sun came out, Alice awoke. She opened her eyes and the early sunbeams tickled her nose so that sometimes she had to sneeze. After sneezing, she rubbed her nose with her front legs and crawled out of her burrow, so that the warmth of the sun's rays could reach her shell, and after a little while they made her little body feel comfortably warm.
Her burrow under the old oak tree was in the middle of a wide green meadow. The little tortoise had to only crawl forwards just a little bit to have access to the delicious weeds and flowers that grew on her meadow.
"What a wonderful life," Alice used to say before she started eating and she really loved to eat. She took a bit of a bite here and a bit of a bite there by slowly crawling forward.
One day, when she was just about to bite into a yummy looking clover blossom, she heard a strange noise from above.
It sounded like : Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Alice looked up and saw a wild bee just hovering above her. She had never seen a bee before so she was completely astonished. and asked, "Hello, my friend, what are you doing there and what's your name?"
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, was the only answer.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice.
Buuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............the bee landed on the clover blossom.
"Can you speak?" asked Alice obstinately. The buzzing noise stopped.
"Yes, I can speak, but I am a busy bee and i have no time for idle chatter. I have to collect nectar and pollen for my hive."
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz. The buzzing noise started again and the bee hovered over the clover blossom to collect the delicious nectar and pollen.
"You can fly!" said Alice, astonished and she felt a little bit envious to see the bee flying.
"All bees fly!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"I want to fly too!" .said Alice, feeling a trifle sad that she couldn't fly.
"Silliness! Tortoises don't fly! Ever!" Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzz
"Oh, but if I try hard and work out, too ?" asked Alice.
"It will never work. Tortoises don't fly! No way! But now I must go, I mean fly 'cause I am a very busy bee."
Buuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........The buzzing noise first got louder and then quieter and finally, the bee was gone.
Alice was alone again. She felt a tiny teardrop running down her cheek, but she didn't want to cry.
"Oh, I want to be a bee!" she said as she rubbed the little teardrop from her eye.
"Why shouldn't torts fly?" she said to herself. " I saw how the bee did it. I shall try it myself."
She searched for and found a molehill and climbed up it to the summit so her little legs no longer touched the ground. Then she began to move her little legs backwards and forwards as fast as she could and for vocal support, she tried to make a buzzing sound, but it didn't really sound much like a bee.
"Biiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," was the noise that came out of Alice's beak.
Biiiiizzzzzzzz.........biizzzzzz...bizzz...biz..
Alice was forced to give up. She was extremely exhausted and her legs were aching from the effort.
"I.....will.... try.... it..... again.......tomorrow...." she said breathlessly as she crawled down from the molehill. And again she said to herself, "Oh, how I want to be a bee!"
A few months passed by.
Little Alice the tortoise had grown, but she had never been able to fly, though she tried hard at it every day.
She often watched the bees flying over her meadow, from one blossom to another, and she was getting more and more sad that she couldn't.
"Oh, I want so much to be a bee," she said every morning after she had awoken, but her dream of flying just wouldn't come true.
One day, a mole came out of his cave on the molehill and watched Alice as she was once more attempting to fly.
"What are you doing there?" he asked her, blinking in the sun.
"I.... try........to..........fly," she replied out of breath.
"To fly?" Hahahaha!" The mole held his belly, he was laughing so much.
"To fly?" he repeated. " Hahahahaha, I've never seen a tortoise flying. Hahaha. What a good joke!.Flying!"
Alice stopped and crawled down the molehill. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Why can't tortoises fly?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Because you have no wings and are too heavy to fly." said the mole condescendingly and disappeared into the hole in the side of his molehill.
"I am too heavy to fly," said Alice to herself. "if i stop eating, I will become lighter and maybe then I could fly."
From that day on,,little Alice the tortoise lost her appetite and she stopped eating. She felt sad, weary and sick in mind and body. Even the sun shone no longer as warm as it had in May.
Autumn arrived. The days became shorter and the nights longer and the leaves began to fall.
One morning, sick little Alice the tortoise crawled out of her burrow. She was very hungry and felt very weak. She was looking out onto her meadow and observing the changes there.
Most of the flowers and blossoms were gone and the grass and the weeds had begun to turn brown and yellow.
Alice crawled forward, passing the last, shrunken dandelion flower, when she saw a bee lying in front of her there on the ground.
The bee looked sick and weak. There was no happy buzzing sound to be heard.
"Poor little bee! what has happened to you ? Why don't you fly?" asked Alice.
"I was a busy bee, but now is the time for me to go," said the bee in a weak voice.
"Pardon? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'time to go'?" inquired Alice curiously.
"Time for me to die," said the bee.
"Oh,no! You can't die! We live a very long time, or so I've always been told."
"Silly little tortoise! You can live for many years because you are a tortoise. But bees only live one summer long, that's the difference. Tortoises live long and bees can fly. okay?"
" I understand,...." said Alice, but what the bee said made her very sad.
"Go on, little tortoise, and live as long a life as most tortoises do. Think no more about flying. Make that promise to me."
Alice nodded." Yes, I promise. Goodbye, little busy bee."
Alice walked away thinking of the busy bee's words and suddenly she realized how hungry she was. She started eating and munching away at all that she could find on the meadow and after a while she felt strong and healthy again.
Alice the tortoise never saw the busy bee again, but from that day forth, she stopped thinking about flying and did what all tortoises do: eating and growing a little each day and she lived happily ever after.
Written by Sabine Lebensieg
27.08.2017
It deserves its own thread!
Good morning all.
I'm up early this morning as JoesDad needed a lift to the station at 6:30am as he is working in London - I really didn't want to get up.
We still have the 5 survivors in the tank, but the water chemistry is very bad probably due to the large number of fish that were dead in it. It's going to be a slow fix ... lots of water changes. No new fish for several weeks I think.
Now for some coffee as I try to wake up properly
I'm up early this morning as JoesDad needed a lift to the station at 6:30am as he is working in London - I really didn't want to get up.
We still have the 5 survivors in the tank, but the water chemistry is very bad probably due to the large number of fish that were dead in it. It's going to be a slow fix ... lots of water changes. No new fish for several weeks I think.
Now for some coffee as I try to wake up properly
