Once upon a time, there was a small boy. He was adorable. He had curly brown hair, most of which was tucked up under an old baseball cap. Big blue eyes that always sparkled and a smile that warmed even the coldest of hearts. People were always patting his head and saying what a wonderful child he was. Always so well behaved and happy. His name was Kal.
Kal woke early and collected fresh fruit, colorful pebbles and
flowers, then walked into the tiny village with a smile on his face and a skip
in his step. He made his usual rounds. First stop was the bread shop. Mr. Sanders gave him fresh bread and cheese,
which Kal paid for with the fruit he had collected earlier.
Next, Kal went to the laundry and Ms. May gave him a clean shirt in
exchange for the beautiful flowers. And
finally, Kal went to the medicine woman, Ms. Zed. He traded his shiny, colorful pebbles for
some herbs. He thanked her and headed
back out of the tiny village.
The sun was high in the sky now so Kal hurried down the dirt road
back to the little hut. He went inside,
set the bread and cheese on a plate with the herbs on the side and carefully
carried it to his grandfather.
“Here you go grandpa.” Kal
spoke softly. “Eat this food and you’ll
feel better soon.”
Grandpa sat up and smiled at Kal.
“You’re such a good boy.” Grandpa
ate the bread and cheese and herbs, drank some milk and then settled back down
in the bed.
“Rest Grandpa. I’ll be back
soon.” Kal took the plate and washed it
in the basin, then put it away. He tidied
up the hut, pulled the curtains back to let fresh air in and then went outside
to sit and watch the clouds pass by from his favorite spot in the shade under
the old fruit tree. He’ll be better
soon, Kal thought with a smile.
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