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Two Tales
on to continue telling the
stories. And when I tell them,
I feel really happy, and I cry,
and I’m happy. That’s why
I’m asking you to listen a bit
more to me! Just a bit more!
Don’t go away! Listen just
for a minute! During the war
grandmother was working in
a military hospital mess hall
and somehow fell asleep in
a great big vat while she was
washing it…
I Wish I Had A Tail
I
’d like to have a tail.
Just not the kind witches
have, but the kind that’s
real. A real deal tail. Like the
kind horses have. I’d like to
have a horse’s tail. A big one,
gray, fluffy, splendiferous.
I wouldn’t hide it and I
wouldn’t be embarrassed
by it because, I’m sure you’ll
agree, there would be no
reason to be ashamed of
such a gorgeous tail. I’d wash
it just as often as the rest
of the hair on my body, I’d
comb it, I’d use the best and
strongest cosmetic products
on it. Sometimes I’d weave
it into a braid, from time to
time I’d give it a perm so it
would be curly. In short, I’d
really experiment with it. I’d
love it. The main thing is (if
you already have that kind of
a tail) that it be a real one.
Not some kind of immovable
or movable prosthetic, but
somehow a mechanical,
electronicone. Themainthing
for me would be to be able
to move it around the way
horses do. The way I move