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[aid] => mick
[title] => 4 FLAVORS
[time] => 2003-12-11 02:10:57
[hometext] => In a world of prejudices, how do you explain to a small child why we are different colors?
[bodytext] => The day was so hot, the heat sweat, and even the dust was choked. A small passenger train near South Africa's Berain, traveled faster today than usual, well stoked. I'm just a small mouse, concealed 'neath the enclosed boxes, eating lunch, kneeled. I'm a Musical Mouse called "Maestro" I hopped aboard at the last stop, the depot! A small boy, between two sleeping women. The black lady to his left is pregnant, he and his mother are traveling from Britian. I see the young chap reach, and touch the black ladies arm with his forefinger, gently. He pulls back his finger, looking, it came back cleanly. Evidently, he thought her color would rub off, for he was white, and she was black. She stirs as she is aware he has drawn back. With loving eyes of goodness, and kindness, She says, "Hello, I'm Nel, what is your name?" He stammers slightly, and replies, "Tim." "I'm very happy to meet you Tim," she says back to him. "My color doesn't rub off, Tim, because it's a flavor." "You see Tim,," she continues, when God made us, it was sort of like making a mudpie." For he made us from the dirt, and that's no lie." You were made with light dirt, and mine was darker. He also used red dirt, and some yellow, but none of us are better. Adding three drops of chocolate to me, and three drops of cinnamon to the red man. Then he gave the yellow man 3 drops of lemon, and one drop almond for almond eyes. Little Tim was listening intently, and asked, "Well what about me?" "You are no color Tim, so he gave you 3 drops of vanilla" she implies. Then Tim asked, "What about purple, green, and blue?" "God knew just four, we could remember, so he stopped, to make it easier for me and you." Then she puts her arm around little Tim, as he cuddles near. "This will make it easy for you to understand, when you start school next year. We're different colors Tim, but there's only one thing that makes us different, and that is three little drops of flavoring." Tim's mother awakens, just then, and he asks if his Mother could attend, for he has to visit the restroom of the men. As he leaves, he turns back to Nel and says, "That was really neat, thank you." She places one hand on her bulging abdomen, and I hear her say, "You will be chocolate, little one, a darker hue." God doesn't care what flavor you are, he will always love you!" Now a mouse doesn't write very fast, but I recorded every word of this, at last! I wish I could talk to Nel, for I'd like to ask....... "Why did He only make black and white mice?" And why didn't he give us, some spice?" Created by Cheri Cam LeBren December 2003 No research.... I just made this one up!" *smiles* [comments] => 7 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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