tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749595930143865772024-03-19T22:29:49.602-07:00The Animal HouseA phantasy story about an animal shelter home in dolls house scaleAnnelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-37757338817156982452021-03-20T01:42:00.000-07:002021-03-20T01:42:33.777-07:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">9.THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE ONE<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Finally the big day has arrived . The little one is of course very early
awake and wants to go down immediately. But that's not allowed. "You must
first dress up for the party," said his mother. But little does not know
how to do that because until now he has never had any clothes. "Look,
grandma knitted this for you," she says, handing him a package. What a
nice jumper it contains. Little one quickly puts it on. With a hood, just like
Finn. He loves the jumper and feels great .</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq5XY7AYAUFfbLCK9JG_ohjkh1X4RKtb6rorQP14NTpCvf53IGGK9PpP4gBBt7lIEckLr-3M5_-dDQGpj08FbFznLCe42UsIp1MweyQC7qxBguSG_WhTukxRO39saOjAKzcdbjBNvVEvi/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="510" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq5XY7AYAUFfbLCK9JG_ohjkh1X4RKtb6rorQP14NTpCvf53IGGK9PpP4gBBt7lIEckLr-3M5_-dDQGpj08FbFznLCe42UsIp1MweyQC7qxBguSG_WhTukxRO39saOjAKzcdbjBNvVEvi/w397-h392/image.png" width="397" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">From below he hears shouting: "where is the
birthday boy, where is the birthday boy?" Father looks down and says:
"Come and stand on the balustrade, then you can show everyone your new jumper."
Downstairs all the animals are waiting and when the little one is on the balustrade
they all start to sing. “Happy birthday to you ” it sounds very loud and very
out of tune. Little one and his parents now see that there is a banner. Not so neatly
made, but very sweet. The kitties made it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Everyone is waiting downstairs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The lady welcomes everyone and then the party begins. There are so many gifts to unwrap. Everyone gets a hand and a kiss. Little 's mother is very proud.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsA0TOt-sEY_ZSZ4WNKMt57B9YDf9836c55w4_fcGpbHBu2EPpfSXcpaSCSQToWJBr90ILYmCB6Nu1mcvr52oq_5RRpTkQCTVtQ1Q6N1rB4dnkgWD-fJR6A8dayOuI5zjRAdaCzDy6wqq/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="605" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsA0TOt-sEY_ZSZ4WNKMt57B9YDf9836c55w4_fcGpbHBu2EPpfSXcpaSCSQToWJBr90ILYmCB6Nu1mcvr52oq_5RRpTkQCTVtQ1Q6N1rB4dnkgWD-fJR6A8dayOuI5zjRAdaCzDy6wqq/w471-h249/image.png" width="471" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then Daan comes with the very last present. What a
huge parcel. He can hardly carry it. Together they open it and what comes out:
a real pedal car. “I made it myself” says Daan proudly. “With the
grandfathers”.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyglEk-NqRrO_zbVzoh4yKZpTbF5kX2dAG8aI1ymU2TEDARhA6qrDwsLWYzmpCnzbD1AGu0tj_X3QKekNKgdwmHtcby4WCt_hQ0l8it3fs5eKKoBJ-fGlDyi8eQ0VTRc512cHdszFSnmog/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="287" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyglEk-NqRrO_zbVzoh4yKZpTbF5kX2dAG8aI1ymU2TEDARhA6qrDwsLWYzmpCnzbD1AGu0tj_X3QKekNKgdwmHtcby4WCt_hQ0l8it3fs5eKKoBJ-fGlDyi8eQ0VTRc512cHdszFSnmog/w370-h319/image.png" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />The little one wants to sit in it but that is a bit
difficult. His tail is in the way and his legs cannot reach the pedals.</span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“Shall I help”, says Hidde and he sits down in the
car. "Come at the back little one,” he says “I will drive you”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSTdpmq0nzW7xwzMluuY28O4JKWf-5qH9lGIWxHR4S1X2XkuB58lQwp8pIIibxiECNe6jzonVnUtMRFoDpfgYEx1oRuCy3IkYD_kuynzjCWe-_siNubT6TgF-RBgijoXgfka6nM3GsBeF/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="273" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSTdpmq0nzW7xwzMluuY28O4JKWf-5qH9lGIWxHR4S1X2XkuB58lQwp8pIIibxiECNe6jzonVnUtMRFoDpfgYEx1oRuCy3IkYD_kuynzjCWe-_siNubT6TgF-RBgijoXgfka6nM3GsBeF/w408-h315/image.png" width="408" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpveAFwGsBDMrgh65-Rmz0-dmJugCgIASs4msZ43ngJTG3-84FNNOfJyHHwcnewvJq60yGw9Tal5G1FBUnah4pQvlxJamwVwySg5d-KMneTl1eGq9-mk_0hAZOVtvRIjj6TGSx5hq576Rp/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="486" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpveAFwGsBDMrgh65-Rmz0-dmJugCgIASs4msZ43ngJTG3-84FNNOfJyHHwcnewvJq60yGw9Tal5G1FBUnah4pQvlxJamwVwySg5d-KMneTl1eGq9-mk_0hAZOVtvRIjj6TGSx5hq576Rp/w411-h371/image.png" width="411" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> It is going
great. They drive a few rounds and then of course the other animals want to
have a go too. The little one loves it, standing at the back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwFDq2CNZmG7JWv5bSfw5mwSlMPuxHd4UqLG_rWTU9VVxnmjNWdH8SqHC-R9pYzCkV2zZzA-RW8yEqtBo7PHIBIrb4aaBotQJvBcqFl7qkFv_j6GcNnoov0UXw4x2O-teHsJCVge2lEgB/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="350" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwFDq2CNZmG7JWv5bSfw5mwSlMPuxHd4UqLG_rWTU9VVxnmjNWdH8SqHC-R9pYzCkV2zZzA-RW8yEqtBo7PHIBIrb4aaBotQJvBcqFl7qkFv_j6GcNnoov0UXw4x2O-teHsJCVge2lEgB/w357-h326/image.png" width="357" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Ma'am, ma'am," the little one calls out
softly, "may I ask you something?"<br />
"Of course".<br />
“When will that fence go away? I really want to know what's behind<br />
it ”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And not only the little one wants to know, everyone
actually does.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">So the lady asks all children to come to the fence.
Even adolescent, Renate and Daan now suddenly feel like a child and also come
forward.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib78YvBq2_t2g5TAjx-AEr-M9KGIQgHFQK-NW6S0KlTLEgkxxt56eKjYBx-WMPHZxVP0hAx0AWrUOs5lvC_LYkXkSJ9rFaOu6lEGIZNMDo_FbCNZ-Lu5wQ2BFLMLycZC4um_XW_rq46jjO/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="605" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib78YvBq2_t2g5TAjx-AEr-M9KGIQgHFQK-NW6S0KlTLEgkxxt56eKjYBx-WMPHZxVP0hAx0AWrUOs5lvC_LYkXkSJ9rFaOu6lEGIZNMDo_FbCNZ-Lu5wQ2BFLMLycZC4um_XW_rq46jjO/w588-h329/image.png" width="588" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f">
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And what comes from behind it is a real children's paradise. The lady of the ASC
has rented an Indian village, with 2 big boys , dressed as Indian. They will
play with the kids so that the adults can undisturbed celebrate.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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</w:wrap></v:imagedata></v:shape><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At last everyone can play. The little ones run towards the wigwams and
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grandmothers.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Suddenly the widow shouts: “Look who's arriving there? There are the
bachelors”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
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looks like it has already been played with, but it is nevertheless well thought
out.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSE67UH9XZxHrRmEQXhAJ2XLZYQBox1aw-0BkYSni-WVXRgWRFqDx0vJnZJZKpVCq7yNa6N4DKnlHmFglYcrkMfxzD_tL_cGUIN2FWwkcyta2r2OJF-iepMKFp5bh0ZCzrL4uhrR2v2HDC/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="289" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSE67UH9XZxHrRmEQXhAJ2XLZYQBox1aw-0BkYSni-WVXRgWRFqDx0vJnZJZKpVCq7yNa6N4DKnlHmFglYcrkMfxzD_tL_cGUIN2FWwkcyta2r2OJF-iepMKFp5bh0ZCzrL4uhrR2v2HDC/w359-h324/image.png" width="359" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The penguins have so much to tell each other. The
bachelors explain that they have been in a drug rehabilitation centre. But they
have a job now and live in a flat together. “I have an idea”, says the widow,
“now that we are all together we can ask the lady to take a picture of us all”.
That is a fantastic idea. For a moment the lady tries to get Melvin to take the
picture so that she can also be in it.
“No”, says the widow, “you take the most beautiful pictures . Do you want to do
that for us? ”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkOq0yJAoRzWaimyjtwETI2PTZZaF1y4Z3Ih8UwVkdsQC3CQXWJBpXkgL5Pqwb3_AWXosqCldnVAEAr9101JpLzv6OxNLok6atquWgdZE_3RGIopV-yTW0BrrQTHT5NcSZ3KcebCA4RgQ/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="605" height="790" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkOq0yJAoRzWaimyjtwETI2PTZZaF1y4Z3Ih8UwVkdsQC3CQXWJBpXkgL5Pqwb3_AWXosqCldnVAEAr9101JpLzv6OxNLok6atquWgdZE_3RGIopV-yTW0BrrQTHT5NcSZ3KcebCA4RgQ/w530-h790/image.png" width="530" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And the party is not over yet<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Serious goes to Melvin and together they walk to de
Lauwerkrans. What are they up to ?<br />
When they return, Melvin is wearing a very large parcel.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Now serious stands on the bench and takes the floor.
“Hello, can I have your attention? I
want to tell you something. I haven't been very sociable lately. Whether I was
at the university, or I was in de Lauwerkrans. You know what I was doing at
university. But what did I do in de Lauwerkrans? I wanted to make something
beautiful for our room. But not just anything, it had to have a story in it. I
went to talk to the grandmothers and we decided to embroider a rug together. I
designed the pattern myself on the laptop. For weeks the grandmas have
embroidered it by hand and now it is ready.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCznUgfPK6aHri6BfKJkSZJ5eLVYxlZTE3CJpDL0_x8Ij3XYbpzlHn8rq5ekbzEjotiXP96XnawFSqLU_MKk01WElrWmZvqE9weLOhcTBCdtewE64iWXVV2WxpCZ2hWUK6XUE1rsCKDsAb/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="342" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCznUgfPK6aHri6BfKJkSZJ5eLVYxlZTE3CJpDL0_x8Ij3XYbpzlHn8rq5ekbzEjotiXP96XnawFSqLU_MKk01WElrWmZvqE9weLOhcTBCdtewE64iWXVV2WxpCZ2hWUK6XUE1rsCKDsAb/w480-h292/image.png" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f">
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</w:wrap></v:imagedata></v:shape><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Melvin and serious loose the parcel . A beautiful rug comes out. The
penguins rush forward to see it. Serious: “the outer row are the ice flowers,
which remind us of our floe at the South Pole. Then come the marching penguins,
they symbolize the journey we had to make. The row of triangles represents the
long road that was sometimes light but sometimes very dark. In the centre are
the ice crystals. Each crystal represents a friend or family member who did not
survive the disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpQFE6paK7gHrC-lZntjJdDk1snoOBKCNghNy7kIapGIsUQ8Og-iGwrFFfqv-91Ec69knIzVqI9V9tGl5uZYy8-Km_2Lc2tOAbqMPfOfXW0NbOO4rWnOiZu-2wIZjAYQgDNr6ItOc-jFW/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="605" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpQFE6paK7gHrC-lZntjJdDk1snoOBKCNghNy7kIapGIsUQ8Og-iGwrFFfqv-91Ec69knIzVqI9V9tGl5uZYy8-Km_2Lc2tOAbqMPfOfXW0NbOO4rWnOiZu-2wIZjAYQgDNr6ItOc-jFW/w479-h319/image.png" width="479" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It's dead quiet when serious is done talking.
Fortunately, a grandmother has a box of tissues that can be passed on. Everyone
is sobbing a bit.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Then Finn comes in running. He is looking a little dazed.
“What are you doing, this is a party after all. Do you know what Renate and
Daan are doing? They're kissing… yack ! ” he exclaims. Then everyone laughs and
Melvin says, "Who should I pour again?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br />
What a birthday and what emotions. It is actually too much for one day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But it was a very good day!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This is where the story ends for the time being. Until
we know who the residents of the fourth room are. </span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>O dear, that was the last chapter. I hope the residents of the fourth room will arrive soon but I am afraid the writer of this story does not even have animals for the fourth room. She is waiting for a good idea or a brainwave or sometihing like that.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief"on the right.<br />My website https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
<br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-43766597366414119132021-03-19T01:24:00.004-07:002021-03-19T01:24:47.643-07:00<p> <span style="font-size: 20pt;">8. LOTS OF SECRETS</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Preparations for little one's first birthday are in
full swing.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everywhere you see groups of people conferring. At the craft clubs of the
grandfathers and grandmothers is a note on the door: “knock first”.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LY7iGZAguI6O6oW_hRvlD8b3sZG0po7uSNCkzptXI9yrZkxKs7F-xPhEJeFyMoYGSxOo1bouHVFPuvbU-xO917n2OdznDLutu9uTUIsmbh74t1vhDZwAeaiKM43JPZiJdw58dV26SAaN/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="335" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LY7iGZAguI6O6oW_hRvlD8b3sZG0po7uSNCkzptXI9yrZkxKs7F-xPhEJeFyMoYGSxOo1bouHVFPuvbU-xO917n2OdznDLutu9uTUIsmbh74t1vhDZwAeaiKM43JPZiJdw58dV26SAaN/w355-h322/image.png" width="355" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">What the lady of the ASC is doing….?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A large fence has been placed next to the Animal
House. Behind it all kinds of mysterious things happen. None of the animals are
allowed to look. John has been appointed to guard the place. Of course, the
animals try to get a glimpse of what's going on there. Daan tries to look
behind the fence from the penguins' house. Renate stands on Finn's shoulders
and hopes to be big enough.<br />
Unfortunately, both attempts fail.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It's a good thing John keeps watch because the animals
just don't stop trying. Jochem and Imke knock on the fence and shout:
"what are you doing, do you have ice cream and candy?"</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
A large truck just drove in. On the side was written: “Indian party service”.<br />
Would we get Indian food, the animals wondered. "That is very hot and
everything is with rice" serious knew. He had read that, of course.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAoKWWvnybei8s9lhyE1kmiEMwI_Z13e-j1twOYPkkG66jq6PZGgiIaJLpICH8jm0VpbsbinxDcIG7K9EgHdHDHG0JhJc8C_iwCAuBww17fxbwPpVt3LcgpySemgF8bKGakMaMOGXTyG1/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="288" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAoKWWvnybei8s9lhyE1kmiEMwI_Z13e-j1twOYPkkG66jq6PZGgiIaJLpICH8jm0VpbsbinxDcIG7K9EgHdHDHG0JhJc8C_iwCAuBww17fxbwPpVt3LcgpySemgF8bKGakMaMOGXTyG1/w412-h315/image.png" width="412" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The lady from the ASC comes every day and acts as if she
is very important. Perhaps she does that to make up for her motorcycle
escapade?<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Serious has some novelty by the way. He heard from a
grandfather that the lady does not know
who will be the residents of the 4<sup>th</sup> room. She pretends she knows and can't say
anything, but she doesn't know !<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><i>Tomorrow is the last post about the Animal House.<br />Do you like to read former posts? Click on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-8896369592967973732021-03-18T01:53:00.004-07:002021-03-18T01:53:47.684-07:00<p> <span style="font-size: 20pt;">7. SERIOUS HAS SPECTACLES AND THE LADY A MOTORCYCLE</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Since the fourth room has been furnished and is still
empty, there has been a depressed mood.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A kind of vague feeling of impending doom.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of the ASC cannot reassure them either.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The leader and his assistant drink nowadays every evening two glasses
whiskey or two beers.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious is almost always gone. He follows 2 studies at the university in
the city and he goes there almost every day by bus.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When he comes home he has to study. He is not allowed to study in the
fourth room . They have now cleared a room for him in the Lauwerkrans and he
also has a laptop there. In the beginning, the animals visited him. But
sometimes, when they came in, he would shut down the laptop immediately and blushes.
It was clear that they were not welcome.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhyuc_l7u20pklaFBVJYUd8v5Ve4SXccOzdDVo-Qjtqyowu9o7b6LOaohvKOKJC2sbOlkEjnMY51BuKnPLM4Y46Cn2K-B_5ccQrEikbqdrUvpS8QdH8hiEjPJ0DbLR_daZiXL7YFRU0i5/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="230" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhyuc_l7u20pklaFBVJYUd8v5Ve4SXccOzdDVo-Qjtqyowu9o7b6LOaohvKOKJC2sbOlkEjnMY51BuKnPLM4Y46Cn2K-B_5ccQrEikbqdrUvpS8QdH8hiEjPJ0DbLR_daZiXL7YFRU0i5/w381-h352/image.png" width="381" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f">
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</w:wrap></v:imagedata></v:shape><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At first they thought it was because he wears glasses behind the
computer.<br />
But it isn't, because when he reads a book in het Dierenhuis, he puts those
glasses on too. The penguins had to get used to that and they giggled and made jokes
all the time. But serious said, "they are aviator glasses and I need them
to read." And that was the end of it for him. The leader finds glasses
interesting and asks the lady if she has a pair for him too. "It may also
be an old one," he said quickly when she looked dubious. But then the lady
said that was not possible. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The Grandma's at the crafts club also had a secret .
The kitties and Finn are sometimes sent away. Then they go to the grandfathers,
but when Daan is there they are not allowed in there either. That’s why they
often play in the stairwell and on the street.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Fortunately, funny things also happen. They laughed so
much about the lady of the ASC. A new welfare worker has come to work at the
office with a big, sturdy motocycle. The lady likes him very much and tries in
all kinds of ways to get his attention but that doesn't seem to work. One day
she suddenly arrived herself on a large motorcycle. Complete with helmet.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBRProKifKaOSmqEkG7RRI7hx7PA8sbEGTUafJh8sVM6o_JWeMhzQlGQywA8VnywmeatLsUFMcCGzBonbayjPo5wviATaNVCWsYwEabmSSet-beR2ONFh2sUJSIb4SFrYWr1kUz5hZkA5/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="282" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBRProKifKaOSmqEkG7RRI7hx7PA8sbEGTUafJh8sVM6o_JWeMhzQlGQywA8VnywmeatLsUFMcCGzBonbayjPo5wviATaNVCWsYwEabmSSet-beR2ONFh2sUJSIb4SFrYWr1kUz5hZkA5/w351-h314/image.png" width="351" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But when she got to het Dierenhuis and stopped, she
fell over. She couldn't handle the bike, it was too heavy for her. The animals
were very startled and immediately called John.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">John kneels quickly by the lady and opens the lid of
her helmet.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAobNXCItdg2eqnj3tEdr2cQV2Vx157rs73wB7Sjyx_5sddyzosS_pT9DQNb3JShEoVLH8XoSqTVDAU65l86aWIcBoETePJgFrZPijZVQ5i1r1QCBHpQBrE5SunCfttRLyYsKqej-qDVR/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="316" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAobNXCItdg2eqnj3tEdr2cQV2Vx157rs73wB7Sjyx_5sddyzosS_pT9DQNb3JShEoVLH8XoSqTVDAU65l86aWIcBoETePJgFrZPijZVQ5i1r1QCBHpQBrE5SunCfttRLyYsKqej-qDVR/w379-h295/image.png" width="379" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />Fortunately, the lady is not hurt only very shocked.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Renate quickly makes a cup of tea for everyone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c4OPy_wiFmMnDEsarBmwUSXRcM_gImw_Cfc70a7iCE4wLjZH4Ya6HqgK1EmfaCjY2cB4oVrQjkyYvDC9TEgOj4Z5T9tmWqI1flLIj3DyvVVz34s_baMl2jdorb5KmF8iLoaQR__Igmuc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="244" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c4OPy_wiFmMnDEsarBmwUSXRcM_gImw_Cfc70a7iCE4wLjZH4Ya6HqgK1EmfaCjY2cB4oVrQjkyYvDC9TEgOj4Z5T9tmWqI1flLIj3DyvVVz34s_baMl2jdorb5KmF8iLoaQR__Igmuc/w311-h327/image.png" width="311" /></a></div></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Now it appears that the fall ended well, everyone can
laugh about it. Also the lady, but she does ask John if she can call the office
so her colleague can pick up the motorcycle. From now on she will only ride on her
scooter. “That is much nicer”, she says, “because then I don't need a helmet”. </span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yeah Yeah.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>You can read former chapters of this story by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My website https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br /><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-76700708520551363982021-03-17T01:32:00.000-07:002021-03-17T01:32:02.349-07:00<p> <span style="font-size: 20pt;">6 . THE TWIN IS SICK AND 4th ROOM</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There is a lot going on in the house. The workers are busy again. They
have the letter with instructions and it says exactly what needs to be done. Of
course, the animals try to find out from the workers who will be the new
residents, but they do not know either.<br />
The furniture of the fourth room is quite odd. The animals don't know what to think
of it. Serious says: “That's furniture from China . I read a book about it.
That is a country very far from here ”. Well, that did not make the animals a
bit wiser.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And as if things weren't messy enough, the twins got
sick. They kept the whole house up all night. Crying, vomiting, and a lot of walking
up and down, it just didn't stop. The widow went to help Renate in the middle
of the night but now, in the morning, there is still no improvement. They lie
in their basket with flushed cheeks and watery eyes and feel very warm. Renate
is desperate.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHHpBXlEvaed_TBlRejnwtW7DipX8CMEVq9W2TOEzru57XG9xtKOXVLSRk2AIieCtrJcboFYctQV7MYnwq85oNFX3D1PTy4HDIiPFx72OzrTw1OumqYdko4njq8NPIz-CP8lLNSONiO8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="231" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHHpBXlEvaed_TBlRejnwtW7DipX8CMEVq9W2TOEzru57XG9xtKOXVLSRk2AIieCtrJcboFYctQV7MYnwq85oNFX3D1PTy4HDIiPFx72OzrTw1OumqYdko4njq8NPIz-CP8lLNSONiO8/w267-h335/image.png" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">John comes to have a look and says: “I'll call the
doctor”. When the doctor comes, the twins are sleeping exhaustedly.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He examines them for a moment and says, “It's just a virus. Give them some cats
aspirin and lots of sleep and lots of water. Then they will be fine. Fortunately.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutThPQOZHr4pO0k16btRk2cyrHvrPEyiHlaiCM6-moF5-BNdlwmbGOduf2LM1_zvCLp7YEH_xZEyQw3_9Egj5oKiu0bmSickuKocG8rPpfew58e5ebknrWta9RUxBx2SVJfF4HJWqqnlX/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="215" data-original-width="218" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutThPQOZHr4pO0k16btRk2cyrHvrPEyiHlaiCM6-moF5-BNdlwmbGOduf2LM1_zvCLp7YEH_xZEyQw3_9Egj5oKiu0bmSickuKocG8rPpfew58e5ebknrWta9RUxBx2SVJfF4HJWqqnlX/w302-h298/image.png" width="302" /></a></div></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">On top of that the lady of the ASC comes on her
scooter. She will of course see the 4th room.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">All the animals immediately rush towards her in hope for
information, but she says: “I want to talk to serious first”.<br />
Serious blushes again and thinks to himself: “could she not have said that more
tactfully”. He tries to keep the conversation as short as possible. He does not
like an exceptional position.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1RM-b_37zHgNYvy_-u44zEwTP0b_pF5G9H-B1REyZ2OXiTaT2aC10Z0qiSlHc9_9wnqWZs_hIw9U8-ogAvKetsT5qnpenURa81o3ULFRCTkuJ2nrjMmfP4KyxXIxGf3slSTINLKuVPRv/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="277" data-original-width="332" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1RM-b_37zHgNYvy_-u44zEwTP0b_pF5G9H-B1REyZ2OXiTaT2aC10Z0qiSlHc9_9wnqWZs_hIw9U8-ogAvKetsT5qnpenURa81o3ULFRCTkuJ2nrjMmfP4KyxXIxGf3slSTINLKuVPRv/w425-h354/image.png" width="425" /></a></div><br /><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i><p></p></div><br /><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-7742687475555053242021-03-15T08:37:00.002-07:002021-03-16T00:39:13.129-07:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">5. THE LADY OF THE ASC<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Not long after that, the lady of the ASC came by. “I
heard the penguins' room has become so beautiful. I would like to see it ”. The
penguins proudly show her their room.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The lady frowns thoughtfully when she sees the rug.
"Where is serious," she asks immediately. "He's never in these
days," the widow said sharply. “Since he has been in the city, he is always
away or is reading . I don't like him at all anymore ”, said adolescent sadly .<br />
The lady wanted to say something, but she did not.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“I think your room has become really comfortable. There
are now 2 sleeping cabins empty. What would you say about new residents? ” The
penguins looked at each other in shock. They never thought of that.<br />
“Well uh, we are still 7 people. That's quite a lot ” the leader said.<br />
“And the little one is also getting bigger and needs more space. He will soon
be 1 year old! And he is already complaining that he wants his own sleeping cabin
” the little one's father answered quickly. Actually, it was more because he
was fed up with the little one always sleeping between him and his wife. He
wanted to have his wife to himself again . That was so long ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“We have to celebrate the birthday; a party, a party;
do we get a fish dish again? ” the penguins shouted all together.<br />
“I will discuss it in the team,” said the lady as usual.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At that point, serious came into the room. "Oh, I
didn't know there is a meeting, ," he stammered. “I was working on the
computer with the grandfathers” and his face flushed again.<br />
Then the lady quickly said she wanted to discuss something with everyone while
giving serious a wink.<br />
And because the weather was nice, all residents sat in front of the house.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“The room downstairs is going to be prepared for new
residents. And before you ask, I don't know who it will be for. Honestly. It is
all very mysterious. A container with furniture has arrived and stands in our garden.
With a letter with instructions about the wall and the floor. We ourselves are
not at all happy with this state of affairs. But we have no choice. If we do
not cooperate, the subsidy will be withdrawn. From now on this room can no
longer be used by you. Not to play chess, not to play hide and seek and not to
relax ”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When the lady had finished it fell silent. All animals
had to process this news in their own way. Now that the bachelors are gone, it is
so good in het Dierenhuis that they fear this harmony will be disturbed by
newcomers. While most of the animals were still processing this news, little's
mother shouted, “Don't you forget our son's birthday. Everyone is invited to the
party ”. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-91673225219619108512021-03-15T01:45:00.000-07:002021-03-15T01:45:59.233-07:00<p> <span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">4.THE
GREAT CLEANING</span><span style="font-size: 26.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">"We
are going to clean", the widow said, "now that it seems that the
bachelors will not come back, we have to take care of those stink cabins. Everyone
is helping, ”she added. <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Everybody? No. Adolescent went for a swim with Jochem
and Finn and serious is not at home either . Since serious went to the city ,
he is always away. Or he is reading and does not want to be disturbed .
Actually, the other penguins don't like him anymore. Would he feel too good for
them?</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The penguins start to work and soon the room looks
neat and clean again.<br />
Unfortunately, the cabins of the bachelors are still a bit dirty.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gAi3bt0mwCXBm8h5IZpIKxUX9EtynJs-JJDrroUdcLgA-lOZjZ0shx0flOLcbqFGkFsbVoommD0pgH4xqToasnc-2x8mtXKLJbzVUuFdOXsYINWBRZYCE2Z0PuGOrK-kHR5dmYvU-ePp/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="349" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gAi3bt0mwCXBm8h5IZpIKxUX9EtynJs-JJDrroUdcLgA-lOZjZ0shx0flOLcbqFGkFsbVoommD0pgH4xqToasnc-2x8mtXKLJbzVUuFdOXsYINWBRZYCE2Z0PuGOrK-kHR5dmYvU-ePp/w395-h295/image.png" width="395" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The penguins are looking at their work with
satisfaction. "How empty and boring our room is," says the widow. “Do
you remember the rug we used for the circus performance? I saw that in the storage.
And there is also some furniture. Come on, let's have a look, ” the leader
suggests and immediately walks down the stairs. The others follow him.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> In the basement they immediately
find what they are looking for.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I like that rug so much," says the young
couple's wife, "it will look beautiful."<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“And we will also bring a chair. Come on assistant,
let's see if we can carry it together ”. However they tried, the leader and his
assistant were unsuccessful.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I'm going to ask John. And I think Jochem, Finn
and adolescent have just come home, ”said the young couple's husband.</span></p>
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The frogs are always ready to help and Renate
came too. "What a beautiful vase with dried flowers," she exclaimed.
“You should take that too. That will be beautiful. ” And she immediately picks
up the vase. Renate has an eye for decorating. Nobody wonders if this was
actually allowed.<br />
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the transformation was great.<br />
What a few items can do. Unbelievable.<br />
"That rug is so soft at my feet," the widow cooed.<br />
Adolescent immediately lay down on the rug to play with the little one.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMs5t9ZJbRewf57XMDwH-Mv-QSFKj4IGKz0TsV7RvOqS4M-PBG5Yz0ObamIPWPKoyoVCQQNx-15TMC3QOHvrC1YR7ZgZPTi0XY9JPbajloTrpRe_z-vMohPx0BTLIzAchV7B7wqKGNS-E/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="521" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMs5t9ZJbRewf57XMDwH-Mv-QSFKj4IGKz0TsV7RvOqS4M-PBG5Yz0ObamIPWPKoyoVCQQNx-15TMC3QOHvrC1YR7ZgZPTi0XY9JPbajloTrpRe_z-vMohPx0BTLIzAchV7B7wqKGNS-E/w382-h358/image.png" width="382" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The atmosphere, which was very minor lately,
immediately became much happier.<br />
It was like it used to be when they first lived in this house and everyone was
happy with the company<br />
They talked with excitement when they suddenly heard: "Hey, what is
that?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There stood serious and he looked dumbfounded.
"Beautiful, isn't it, isn't it great," the penguins shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Serious was silent for a moment and then he stuttered
" mmmmm but you have a rrrrug". And he blushed. "Don't you like
it?" asked the widow. " Yyyy yeah well, " stammered serious shy.
<br />
Well, since he's been to the big city he's become very strange, the widow
thought. As if he no longer wants to belong to us . "What will the lady of
the ASC say when she comes by," said the leader. She always talks about
taking initiative and independence. And we have shown that now! </span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She can be satisfied.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><i>You can read former chapter of this story by clicking on "blogarchief" at the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl </i></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p></div><br /><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-10012144042957376382021-03-12T00:39:00.000-08:002021-03-12T00:39:26.681-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">3 . SERIOUS GOES TO THE CITY<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At last the
day came serious had been waiting for.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the morning the lady of the ASC drove by on her scooter were serious was
waiting for her. "Have you been to the toilet," the lady asks,
"because it is a long drive." Then John comes up with a nice large
bag. "This is for you, serious. I think you can use it well. If you bring
leaflets of everything you are about to visit, you can show them to us when you
get home ”. Serious nods. He cannot speak for a moment, he is so moved by this
beautiful gift from John. How lovely!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDB2K4gAoP6TeWznvS-Szed9zXGvhyphenhyphenPB6x-nVUTVTx3sfQhoT7TJdcDjU6hNH2emGZixHyG2cz6L-4IX0JpJwllGwogr_HFD7n4OFUacMu6Im9M04r6BtrpLGvzST7cD9AZjCQHLICk8b/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="305" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDB2K4gAoP6TeWznvS-Szed9zXGvhyphenhyphenPB6x-nVUTVTx3sfQhoT7TJdcDjU6hNH2emGZixHyG2cz6L-4IX0JpJwllGwogr_HFD7n4OFUacMu6Im9M04r6BtrpLGvzST7cD9AZjCQHLICk8b/w278-h318/image.png" width="278" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Would you like a cushion?" the widow asks. “
Have a good trip, have fun, watch out with crossings, don't get lost, stay with
the lady, good luck, have fun,” the others shout.<br />
And then they drive away. Serious waves a moment but is happy that they are
finally driving.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldSpFs2BxTDH5pnLX4LzdG4T7jEldrwax8BOXWO_ids0poUzFPak7ZqBBBAo2EokjBmetdiJKjyrihrbTmB3IQuhN8xaZSJzwOx64ID9oaMGbWhKSvs_aBfs5eVIWwY6chiRHAOYsubHd/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="424" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldSpFs2BxTDH5pnLX4LzdG4T7jEldrwax8BOXWO_ids0poUzFPak7ZqBBBAo2EokjBmetdiJKjyrihrbTmB3IQuhN8xaZSJzwOx64ID9oaMGbWhKSvs_aBfs5eVIWwY6chiRHAOYsubHd/" width="278" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">It is
wonderful. It is a long journey, but that is no problem.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And when they finally arrive in the city, he is
amazed. He had already seen photos, but he did not think it would be so overwhelming.
So many crowds, so much noise .</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But it was wonderfully quiet in the Museum of
Antiquities and in the city library. So many books, so many beautiful things to
see, one day was not enough. On the way back he could hardly speak of all the
impressions and of fatigue. <br />
He wanted to stay in the city for ever.</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-29257544850883751472021-03-11T00:55:00.004-08:002021-03-11T00:55:38.479-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">2. THE BACHELORS<br />
<br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The bachelors are not doing well. Since they discovered the other pub
they often leave in the evening and don't come home until early in the morning.<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They try to be silent when they come home but they don't always succeed.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In the morning they are cranky and only get up very late.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">John, the young couple's man and serious, have
repeatedly warned them about their behaviour and asked if they could be more
quiet. But they don't listen and it only gets worse. If this continues, the
lady of the ASC has to be consulted.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWPh7MW2wNN4FByLEpXC_kTWPfLpoAZRZ-IfebkkuJZf6KwMH0afkpVZyetjusOUSWOkyxgyRj105JTwYFr0vBNnmJfeyuXYPvDT6PjHFconqkQPUKzxs7_6DJU3nRRHZ5pFj6pVgW_Z_/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="232" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWPh7MW2wNN4FByLEpXC_kTWPfLpoAZRZ-IfebkkuJZf6KwMH0afkpVZyetjusOUSWOkyxgyRj105JTwYFr0vBNnmJfeyuXYPvDT6PjHFconqkQPUKzxs7_6DJU3nRRHZ5pFj6pVgW_Z_/" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They also
have secretly hidden in a corner of the room a beer crate. Recently they often
come home drunk and singing loudly. Last night one fell down the stairs, from
top to bottom. But nevertheless they went out again in the evening. The kitties
are very scared of them because they have started to drink during the day.
Their sleeping cabin stinks, they stink and they make a huge mess. The widow
says she no longer wants to live in one room with such perverts . The young
couple say that the bachelors are a bad example for the little one. And it is dangerous
too. There is a broken wine glass laying on the floor and there are pieces of
glass everywhere. Serious will clean it up quickly before accidents happen.<br />
This has to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO6UKW5IMxyXuN1p6OLhJhcOoQWm7c_SI5rw80gcVJvw59FFtOoTEELF15kvCPABHnxAD0Uh8Lt3rEHsghc_YIoeBu_x3sd7G-09qAtvM54ALmSB7zMfv62jj6PpG_xe6JzV_y-Ggw4AG/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="153" data-original-width="195" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO6UKW5IMxyXuN1p6OLhJhcOoQWm7c_SI5rw80gcVJvw59FFtOoTEELF15kvCPABHnxAD0Uh8Lt3rEHsghc_YIoeBu_x3sd7G-09qAtvM54ALmSB7zMfv62jj6PpG_xe6JzV_y-Ggw4AG/" width="306" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But it has
never been as bad as today. The bachelors are very drunk and unaware that they
were covered in mud. It is almost noon and they are still not approachable.
John called the ASC's lady and she came. How shocked she was to see the
bachelors and the condition of the penguins' room. “There must be an immediate
solution to this . I will discuss this with the team right away, ”she said . <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbiOaj3WU5SA8NFA2Qmh0grBUhQ4bMVkvG4AMKkoMl50cK1eloQbmN-JACU9cHHvQc_uZVwTzDNQfd7xQYiO1nTX_CgGjbsD5nDxBZSkv_fUQ1x2LQHWoiOzz2XFGDp2KU3UwXov9aHp/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="335" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbiOaj3WU5SA8NFA2Qmh0grBUhQ4bMVkvG4AMKkoMl50cK1eloQbmN-JACU9cHHvQc_uZVwTzDNQfd7xQYiO1nTX_CgGjbsD5nDxBZSkv_fUQ1x2LQHWoiOzz2XFGDp2KU3UwXov9aHp/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But that was not necessary.<br />In the evening the bachelors left as usual and they just didn't come back.<br />They held a short search for them but without result. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></div><br /><br /><p></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-1673554291695280052021-03-10T01:16:00.000-08:002021-03-10T01:16:58.089-08:00<p> </p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">1. DAILY LIFE</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span>Life is good<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">
in het Dierenhuis. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The animals meet in the spacious stairwell. There is
always time for a chat. The houses are very peaceful. Especially the children
love it here. They play together, they explore and swim. And the combination
with de Lauwerkrans as neighbours is so much fun . The animals are allowed to
use the library and they also enjoy going to the clubs. But the 1970s house and
het Kantwinkeltje also play a role in their lives.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The home of the cats is the nicest. The widow is often
there to help with the twins, but the other penguins also like it there. Renate
can finally let go of her mother role and hang out with Daan and adolescent.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEmaqy2mEkURSw-Ekh8EIqKsI5YrOc-WHhvMqt1XHS75XkvJrsxNvwtWwPkBvyhr1_B6xB1-rJPNVFkVCwY6-Pl7MIdAlawIcNAJwsBlGEl1pmhG7wbMmjyasSDZjKTKlWs0lmXJcPQjN/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img alt="" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="409" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEmaqy2mEkURSw-Ekh8EIqKsI5YrOc-WHhvMqt1XHS75XkvJrsxNvwtWwPkBvyhr1_B6xB1-rJPNVFkVCwY6-Pl7MIdAlawIcNAJwsBlGEl1pmhG7wbMmjyasSDZjKTKlWs0lmXJcPQjN/w388-h325/image.png" width="388" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMnSWepF9MZbWcMhWgZWJXr7VLFlLRbE9ZRpM_eIUPQPRH3G1uY1VSa5FNTWwz1FN5Qk_NZH2Zc5iEki5lRTnjo3fc-5VdkokhUA-bxMucrpR4PQzoUZJ0UO4VEFnSY6Fa_CgX8sId1zy/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="145" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMnSWepF9MZbWcMhWgZWJXr7VLFlLRbE9ZRpM_eIUPQPRH3G1uY1VSa5FNTWwz1FN5Qk_NZH2Zc5iEki5lRTnjo3fc-5VdkokhUA-bxMucrpR4PQzoUZJ0UO4VEFnSY6Fa_CgX8sId1zy/w163-h445/image.png" width="163" /></a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then the widow
and the wife of the young couple take care. They love to be in this house. The
kitties are always cheerful but also naughty. Especially in the stairwell they
can rage quite a bit. Then they climb up via the banister. Recently Jochem and
Imke had climbed on the roof . But then John became really angry and now they
don’t do it anymore.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Renate prefers to bake cakes. She does that with the
grandmothers in de Lauwerkrans. And she likes to be in het Kanthuisje. She
loves the beautiful laces there and finds the customers who come very interesting.
But she does not dare to touch anything because she is afraid her nails will damage
the lace. The other kitties are just having fun. They like to play with the
little one, with Finn and with the dachshund. At de Lauwerkrans they only come
to have a chat because they cannot concentrate long enough to do something nice.
To be honest, the grandfathers and grandmothers are often happy when these noisy
but sweet kitties go home.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The frogs are
very different but also happy. </span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduyOHEsuLN2RraLTvIwl46KxLIR5gOwLxYKYK-0p_0rFNb50P1GFc2hBsJn_7jq-VuLjojvn5vxrBzjlDWK9z8wm6syDBhmshGBsIDrvymskZPCjiP-O3C4UwyoEnVb7lD62vzyKABf03/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="595" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduyOHEsuLN2RraLTvIwl46KxLIR5gOwLxYKYK-0p_0rFNb50P1GFc2hBsJn_7jq-VuLjojvn5vxrBzjlDWK9z8wm6syDBhmshGBsIDrvymskZPCjiP-O3C4UwyoEnVb7lD62vzyKABf03/w442-h330/image.png" width="442" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Father John loves to read and has many books about
nature. With his sons he makes long trips where they take the binoculars. He
teaches them a lot about nature . Then they take a nice dip in the water and
eat their belly round with insects. They love that. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Daan likes to be at the craft club. He learns to use tools from the
grandfathers and he is already very handy. He also wanted to join the train
club, but he is not that suitable for that. His fingers are too clumsy for that
fine work. But he can do carpentry very well! </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Finn is no longer so shy. Sometimes he even forgets to bring his soft
toy. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He likes to go to the grandmothers to play a game and cuddle a little.
Jochem is his best friend. Jochem can climb very well but Finn can jump very
far! </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When the frogs sit together they look at the sculpture of their mother
and ask father John to tell stories from the time the mother was still alive. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In the evening when the boys are in bed, John often stands in front of
the painting. Then he thinks of the happy time he had with his wife Klara. But,
he tells her, it is also nice here.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And when he goes to bed he kisses her goodnight.</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDwZuAlVVWcd_6Yc-YiimwFX-THycznFqdyo8Ad1b6tH6dsUzz_lsVYvdsSLqfoUfbIGxoVTi-Pvpf7RWO_Ym-BXklSLeySGexIQU8Jv756MTCjrIDWTaBCTvOjRFr1lB3HLT61mgACRI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="128" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDwZuAlVVWcd_6Yc-YiimwFX-THycznFqdyo8Ad1b6tH6dsUzz_lsVYvdsSLqfoUfbIGxoVTi-Pvpf7RWO_Ym-BXklSLeySGexIQU8Jv756MTCjrIDWTaBCTvOjRFr1lB3HLT61mgACRI/" width="177" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">With the penguins things are a little different. They were the
first residents here and were so happy with their home! But when they saw how
the other animals lived, a feeling of dissatisfaction slowly crept in. Not by everyone,
by the way. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
<br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">The little one and the adolescent were not bothered by anything. They
loved it in het Dierenhuis.<br />
The leader and his assistant also liked this. Life was a bit boring but also
very easy. Every evening the leader drank a glass of cognac and his assistant a
beer. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">Serious had thrown himself into chess, but the grandpas were no longer a
match for him. He single-handedly played famous games from books. He had
already read all the books of de Lauwerkrans . Now the lady of the ASC kept
bringing new books for him from the city library. He was interested in a lot of
subjects. Astronomie, geography, mathematics, chemistry, he actually wanted to
know everything. Next time when the lady comes he will ask if he can go to the
city too. He has never been in a museum or a church. The city has so many
options. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">The 2 bachelors are not so happy. They are bored to death and there is
nothing to do in the local pub. And all those children who just roar around. Not
very funny. They liked the little one very much, but all that other little grit
... Now they have heard of a pub in a village further down where it seems to be
very different. They want to go there soon. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">The young couple is satisfied. Their lives revolve around the little one
and he having so much fun! Yet the young couple's wife often looks enviously at
the cozy rooms of the frogs and especially of the cats. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
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aches and is easily annoyed. Everyone avoids her a bit and she doesn't like
that. Lately she has been complaining a lot about sore feet. A grandmother
knitted fine pink socks for her. She was happy with that but now she has pain
in her back.</span></span><p></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigNblQjUP2nNJZzv0C4ncxg-uxP-vX4FSw9I52Nmj3xCCKg4UtqkAmXSS92V0zzrIVkAMp8wRU_2jQ0msKCR86vCLgxmycOjENZ-75Lty2R8zDZrwkgD68ziovxVKZK2fn52sFFO1BLY6/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="120" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigNblQjUP2nNJZzv0C4ncxg-uxP-vX4FSw9I52Nmj3xCCKg4UtqkAmXSS92V0zzrIVkAMp8wRU_2jQ0msKCR86vCLgxmycOjENZ-75Lty2R8zDZrwkgD68ziovxVKZK2fn52sFFO1BLY6/" width="157" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">During the day there is a big difference between one
and the other half of the house. As soon as the penguins are awake, they get up
and go somewhere. They are used to do so. But the homes of the frogs and cats
are always lively. There is often someone at home and they have lovely
furniture. Therefore, the penguins always go to other houses and no one comes
to them. That is something that bothers the women, but they do not know how to
change it. Our house is so empty, the widow thought.</span></div><p></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB">
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</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They will talk about it the next time the lady of the ASC comes .</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And that fourth house? It is still empty. The young
couple asked if they could live there for as long as it was empty, but it was
not allowed. </span><span lang="EN-GB"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The lady is always very secretive when it comes to the fourth house.</span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVzY2bJ7-BfXqO8S9OspLlmO4XzalSNurcYlPoqN8OgwoYxrnJFoLwPVEYWgAd7-r4OldzuXMSFwJaanYphleU3jw4c-kvKN4Fcz5uQONCSi4ywv8CgrJ6xtmxNa1ygsdQPQwrl6nOpXs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="343" height="580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVzY2bJ7-BfXqO8S9OspLlmO4XzalSNurcYlPoqN8OgwoYxrnJFoLwPVEYWgAd7-r4OldzuXMSFwJaanYphleU3jw4c-kvKN4Fcz5uQONCSi4ywv8CgrJ6xtmxNa1ygsdQPQwrl6nOpXs/w360-h580/image.png" width="360" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><br /></span></p><br /><p></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-45664701057691060112021-03-09T01:05:00.002-08:002021-03-09T01:05:45.985-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">3.CIRCUS ACTS<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Circus het Dierenhuis. This
performance is in honour of the kitties! ” That's how Melvin announced the
acts. He was the ringmaster and assistant to the acts. The penguins and the
dachshund performed first.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOQ4ayH4Q0rj9nchH5E4AnaMjhfQvdvrfHt04MQi9mmTXV9EPHoKYdHl3F1DPr_VOfXv3GCJepe30k3lOrgX3BHgxIc-DLcG0PNBykYV5iSGPItu-PHyae0mwiATJv9lYicyp_JUYpHx9/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="166" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOQ4ayH4Q0rj9nchH5E4AnaMjhfQvdvrfHt04MQi9mmTXV9EPHoKYdHl3F1DPr_VOfXv3GCJepe30k3lOrgX3BHgxIc-DLcG0PNBykYV5iSGPItu-PHyae0mwiATJv9lYicyp_JUYpHx9/w191-h285/image.png" width="191" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidk-kQZCJGNkGjNIjXFQX-qpZjGhyBJurb9X0NqmRgYW6hyphenhyphenNOWPR1sU-GiIf-q2Rs4_EotFAH8vzo8B-gwApFyDz7vbltRxTnUVQoW_k75Hd6ZEw4g6amq1bvnnJJJVVOhyphenhyphensCFd5JQR48o/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="199" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidk-kQZCJGNkGjNIjXFQX-qpZjGhyBJurb9X0NqmRgYW6hyphenhyphenNOWPR1sU-GiIf-q2Rs4_EotFAH8vzo8B-gwApFyDz7vbltRxTnUVQoW_k75Hd6ZEw4g6amq1bvnnJJJVVOhyphenhyphensCFd5JQR48o/w228-h285/image.png" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuCXINFU71vxgvSKwmKt_Vfnp8-T4Gh7pRZMNsYVaW6ffJjkQCLHaJRBgIz9Jz4eWBhtvW60vHLTIpvSnyhr7xkzehH7FcPfSGrZVRgyvX8hyphenhyphenarPjR-adtF4rrhbdMdaAzJxFQgonVpzh/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="185" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuCXINFU71vxgvSKwmKt_Vfnp8-T4Gh7pRZMNsYVaW6ffJjkQCLHaJRBgIz9Jz4eWBhtvW60vHLTIpvSnyhr7xkzehH7FcPfSGrZVRgyvX8hyphenhyphenarPjR-adtF4rrhbdMdaAzJxFQgonVpzh/w217-h289/image.png" width="217" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_0y1UCooyid-AV4U1pkyJEyixwV8RDj2kUnIUsHiHpYuDJzncig3ufPr5GDq8j4iwUO4c0dDFck-fhYs8upiPx_CiDFvCeg73L4rdF93HuqV5179FiBx7neL1qqg2JoE2jq6zM_0DkE2/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="178" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_0y1UCooyid-AV4U1pkyJEyixwV8RDj2kUnIUsHiHpYuDJzncig3ufPr5GDq8j4iwUO4c0dDFck-fhYs8upiPx_CiDFvCeg73L4rdF93HuqV5179FiBx7neL1qqg2JoE2jq6zM_0DkE2/w209-h289/image.png" width="209" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Wow, that was a great act.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As a reward, they receive a hearty applause.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And because they don't know how to split up again, they just drop.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Not a very charming ending, but nobody mind.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5_rx4_YjbxcKseTCcfa-MM2601dt1hy1Q2JKODYdW4tpZrEiJrSWLuj9n93Fo-nwEBA7KJjFr9igEbrT4bUy25deCgSA16J-olEO2Ux5zYbLzTO9LJUQH55VuGZZujtBYi0pbdrqUPS4/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="195" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5_rx4_YjbxcKseTCcfa-MM2601dt1hy1Q2JKODYdW4tpZrEiJrSWLuj9n93Fo-nwEBA7KJjFr9igEbrT4bUy25deCgSA16J-olEO2Ux5zYbLzTO9LJUQH55VuGZZujtBYi0pbdrqUPS4/w254-h330/image.png" width="254" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Although most of the acts were not that spectacular and a lot of the
acts failed, the kitties laughed a lot and found it exciting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHTthJZqpCXcI60S1UI2Q5miQ-MKWxDksJH7xoyn-1QY-yZHG8PAgxc7kxhlP8KaXYlka3SWMKMzVc1fYW9KGGsNOuT1WNx4Qc25KWkggQD2VJKtfGpYvbCQ5juVcoRdcEAQc5YfKYmCt/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="391" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHTthJZqpCXcI60S1UI2Q5miQ-MKWxDksJH7xoyn-1QY-yZHG8PAgxc7kxhlP8KaXYlka3SWMKMzVc1fYW9KGGsNOuT1WNx4Qc25KWkggQD2VJKtfGpYvbCQ5juVcoRdcEAQc5YfKYmCt/w492-h289/image.png" width="492" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> <span lang="EN-GB">Everywhere were animals that
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.. they are going to fall!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MRPFuDO8NgxOepMEcNTJhaa7gWCUt1vnf7Mi7Scstsbp2YGYGj-M1P8ttKQI6ad2nVPn5og1CBFoPQCauV3UZHGHpaL5_F66ebOO11VJjugtN5mSUTEG4hWgiI5gtka6ZK6Vk_2QyI0_/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="587" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MRPFuDO8NgxOepMEcNTJhaa7gWCUt1vnf7Mi7Scstsbp2YGYGj-M1P8ttKQI6ad2nVPn5og1CBFoPQCauV3UZHGHpaL5_F66ebOO11VJjugtN5mSUTEG4hWgiI5gtka6ZK6Vk_2QyI0_/w421-h200/image.png" width="421" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Fortunately, no one was injured, but the lady immediately said that such
dangerous acts were no longer allowed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5t84zQ7gkMZ48L90WSyEFL70m9-H9SWMV5FoTK1XP9LMymFAw6mE6IqAw_DQGGiGms10xLBdQ4rhnm6CV0QBVgFGI4d0v8nbLwn7-WxRNPLQSCuV2DPsGSfHQNbr-Ba8HvRgRSUlX-Lke/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="175" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5t84zQ7gkMZ48L90WSyEFL70m9-H9SWMV5FoTK1XP9LMymFAw6mE6IqAw_DQGGiGms10xLBdQ4rhnm6CV0QBVgFGI4d0v8nbLwn7-WxRNPLQSCuV2DPsGSfHQNbr-Ba8HvRgRSUlX-Lke/w149-h250/image.png" width="149" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4vtdJsuNsMx0LyuChlj3I1adYfMIl8qdAdwGD56tOKlvKhXBAS0byDqfjy8MBln3ywGMI9WuxstgA2hNkFPB0wus2azB3WOUImyHcVVS_c4EXMG2bSNxAfvx0cVzjZ8Og9ZteBBIt1JC/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="220" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4vtdJsuNsMx0LyuChlj3I1adYfMIl8qdAdwGD56tOKlvKhXBAS0byDqfjy8MBln3ywGMI9WuxstgA2hNkFPB0wus2azB3WOUImyHcVVS_c4EXMG2bSNxAfvx0cVzjZ8Og9ZteBBIt1JC/w183-h243/image.png" width="183" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1ghgTxKeBtg8aG_IdHsQNpr1xNe7PDCB0QDS4mjM0MfjmUYPVw6sSVYsfRbX7e_cVw1fHCebmc6yz6RGwjkuEPYWkJZYuuwZPRavr1MA85P7EZx31dWG9xcSr2ZyDhBji49JKPGFy43H/" style="font-size: 12pt; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="212" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1ghgTxKeBtg8aG_IdHsQNpr1xNe7PDCB0QDS4mjM0MfjmUYPVw6sSVYsfRbX7e_cVw1fHCebmc6yz6RGwjkuEPYWkJZYuuwZPRavr1MA85P7EZx31dWG9xcSr2ZyDhBji49JKPGFy43H/" width="173" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">At least this act was not that dangerous.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">After a few more acts, Melvin announced the very last one.</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">John stood on the rug. What was he going to do? He asked if Jochem,
Imke, Hidde and Emma would come forward. The kitties looked at each other and
thought it was very scary but did it anyway. What would happen?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdS4fPCqgtTWtg85PCJvUfxjC3GyBPylVk_l0vm5ZM_6NqgXsX467zd7eKozZQ-bLcJEfcRJ0iStALhI-XYzoIqOcLS72WQ9Aoka2_eiRnL3Ib7y1sObJGRkbCBoYH74bMYPdejvQZKgXc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="461" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdS4fPCqgtTWtg85PCJvUfxjC3GyBPylVk_l0vm5ZM_6NqgXsX467zd7eKozZQ-bLcJEfcRJ0iStALhI-XYzoIqOcLS72WQ9Aoka2_eiRnL3Ib7y1sObJGRkbCBoYH74bMYPdejvQZKgXc/w363-h372/image.png" width="363" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Strong John lifted all the cats in his arms. The kitties cried and
giggled. It was so exciting and funny.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone thought that was a great
farewell act.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Because of the party, the grandmothers had made a delicious fish dish
again. But now the penguins had to share with the kitties because they love
fish too.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We love it here, Renate",</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the cats whisper when they went to bed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-78413290675641416422021-03-08T01:56:00.000-08:002021-03-08T01:56:31.020-08:00<p> <span style="font-size: 20pt;">2. THE ENTRANCE OF THE CATS</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The penguins and the frogs were so impressed by the life story of the
cats that they immediately considered giving them a cheerful welcome.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"A party in the evening is not suitable, because the kitties are
still small".<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We have to do something cheerful".<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We'll bring a circus and a jumping castle and a hundred
balloons"<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We are having a swimming party”<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But well, one idea was not suitable, the other too expensive and cats
don't swim.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What to do?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We're going to do circus acts ourselves," said a bachelor
spontaneously. He was shocked himself. Gee, what a good idea this was.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Adolescent, Daan, Finn and the other bachelor immediately thought it was
fantastic. The others had to let it sink in for a while but also liked it. The
following days there was a lot of whispering and training because everything
had to be kept secret , of course .<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The story of the kitties had also circulated at de Lauwerkrans. They were
also busy planning and tinkering.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of the ASC said that she would organize the welcome of the
kitties. So the tasks were divided and everyone was awfully busy.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then the big day had arrived.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As usual, everyone was waiting again. The members of</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de Lauwerkrans had made cat shaped flags.
Very cheerful.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Suddenly there was a loud ringing and honking.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Around
the corner of het Dierenhuis a colourful procession collided and ran up .</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitaQpmN3UPF8HN7m5bC3Ae5aivtLq-JfDHMiLm93Si8CkcvuvJroN8iQTuTUN0Rq7NHBYRg_Tn_lB_gbMi-rlHGbBGWn5Tce8uzGszBs1SXMYcty0aT5CW8E72CZF9F5j8QJ5aWLOG0dlx/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="605" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitaQpmN3UPF8HN7m5bC3Ae5aivtLq-JfDHMiLm93Si8CkcvuvJroN8iQTuTUN0Rq7NHBYRg_Tn_lB_gbMi-rlHGbBGWn5Tce8uzGszBs1SXMYcty0aT5CW8E72CZF9F5j8QJ5aWLOG0dlx/w505-h290/image.png" width="505" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> It was not fast but it was
surprising and cheerful.<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The youngest cats were safe in the baskets of the walkers, one cat was in
front of the mobility scoot, one cat was in front of the scooter and the largest
cat was on the back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeWyjiBAhxRpTHienyXvTJ35XTdB3YbrdD-LPURhIdvIfJz_1VX-DZMyYkomheANWk_S98vq0R7EbSvHcPPbbx-OooKjuN7se6CRgt49cZdJGW8dzN5PohhEWhDVNfh2izEG7r1yJqB28/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="267" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKeWyjiBAhxRpTHienyXvTJ35XTdB3YbrdD-LPURhIdvIfJz_1VX-DZMyYkomheANWk_S98vq0R7EbSvHcPPbbx-OooKjuN7se6CRgt49cZdJGW8dzN5PohhEWhDVNfh2izEG7r1yJqB28/w268-h350/image.png" width="268" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">What a nice entry. All people and animals laughed and clapped.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The kittens waved to everyone.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The best parade ever.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of the ASC was very satisfied.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7EzNRamcih9WON1HBZ_jy_5CWMqONFLyft8JsbgrSqsPJiKnhDBbMv2XJncceiOqLsIcAapI2wMFNFYN_Buiy3z9C1H6K8tDq5YMjlvMN1vUkNREek5-LrzboS8Pe3hR4OhuvF8vzmuS/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="605" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7EzNRamcih9WON1HBZ_jy_5CWMqONFLyft8JsbgrSqsPJiKnhDBbMv2XJncceiOqLsIcAapI2wMFNFYN_Buiy3z9C1H6K8tDq5YMjlvMN1vUkNREek5-LrzboS8Pe3hR4OhuvF8vzmuS/w496-h340/image.png" width="496" /></a><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A fine moment for a grand picture. But
that turned out to be very difficult because the twins kept running away. And
of course each to a different side. Oh dear, if one was finally on the place
the other walked away. And the fact that all people and animals laughed
heartily did not help either.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The twins felt they were successful and kept getting crazier.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But finally they were all in line and the picture could be taken .</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd0oZGI20XY3aliT1ZhM8Rpn7DfNw32jKPBBa_22X4FKQrq30nCnJaSDWZ4p00DZa34JRpnNXCKfIaJZdt_25915Hqf5ICKdi8S3t2-CRXeFuGAIsYUfl2j1K3dJMt0p6q-IC5fG59rGh/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="256" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd0oZGI20XY3aliT1ZhM8Rpn7DfNw32jKPBBa_22X4FKQrq30nCnJaSDWZ4p00DZa34JRpnNXCKfIaJZdt_25915Hqf5ICKdi8S3t2-CRXeFuGAIsYUfl2j1K3dJMt0p6q-IC5fG59rGh/w227-h407/image.png" width="227" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The lady welcomed them warmly and introduced them:<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Renate was the oldest, Jochem the boy, Imke the girl and the twins were
Hidde and Emma.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AAViXp7yCodLoFYC0kOLXNrS47f2l6x2lAfttTXRP3RGPJxjDOaYfDpzkVC2iMrD_cJTADmFZ1SpME9Wp9KK81-xLe7j12sPcHb4O_zffPssE3CZeYT3CoRpPwcIjPg_W5pFU52L_HmH/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="355" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AAViXp7yCodLoFYC0kOLXNrS47f2l6x2lAfttTXRP3RGPJxjDOaYfDpzkVC2iMrD_cJTADmFZ1SpME9Wp9KK81-xLe7j12sPcHb4O_zffPssE3CZeYT3CoRpPwcIjPg_W5pFU52L_HmH/w377-h335/image.png" width="377" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />“Go and see your new home now. We have put all your things neatly and
the members of de Lauwerkrans have made presents for you. Have a rest and take
a nap.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In an hour we will come to get you for the party program ” .</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhzNqvkeOzzkO2uTcCuCnFv4B9ZQu-7pCczv9CZqVsT-SqYuuUNNs5uPOUh6LPT6v9DiksaY1pOcx_XCteg8cJ9FNEpSLugFSMNy0af08nqRfvG-5xGw-NPQtp0C86R5ciNrStePEZs0I/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="250" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhzNqvkeOzzkO2uTcCuCnFv4B9ZQu-7pCczv9CZqVsT-SqYuuUNNs5uPOUh6LPT6v9DiksaY1pOcx_XCteg8cJ9FNEpSLugFSMNy0af08nqRfvG-5xGw-NPQtp0C86R5ciNrStePEZs0I/w368-h267/image.png" width="368" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> What were the presents ? A pillow
for Renate, soft toys for the twins and cat pastries. Hidde and Emma quickly
did a little cat sleep with the new soft toys. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecyc1tMDb8PxypqGE6hXDd8DFplvshp8-AmCStlQN00fAwRi8rxRrEIpuUIegWLcfudtR8Cw9IK_iv6jVq6LJVl30YxRneCXPVjAa_D1Ar2WKsFxd9C_tq4Qm5Xs02uQU6K3Waq8aE_0z/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="219" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecyc1tMDb8PxypqGE6hXDd8DFplvshp8-AmCStlQN00fAwRi8rxRrEIpuUIegWLcfudtR8Cw9IK_iv6jVq6LJVl30YxRneCXPVjAa_D1Ar2WKsFxd9C_tq4Qm5Xs02uQU6K3Waq8aE_0z/w363-h290/image.png" width="363" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The others were going to prepare for their acts.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: NL; mso-no-proof: yes;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-20047656068635705532021-03-05T00:41:00.000-08:002021-03-05T00:41:18.075-08:00<p> <span style="font-size: 20pt;">1.CATS</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Shortly after the frogs moved into the Animal House, the third room was being
prepared.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Again it was a coming and going of workers and the lady of the ASC. The
penguins and the frogs kept a close eye on everything.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />Now it is evening. The workers are gone and the room is ready. “The
furniture will be delivered tomorrow”, the lady of the ASC said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsExo7Xx8c0j1tfgBTR4nvNoVWJLx1WvGSMy49622hO1wWxiGnuRRtD2zdjwcnuko7v5ioDFUE6IYsi_q2FzF77wNVGghqqIO0R7MrpDsxMHDzn9WahGKXXIskvvn3gWm_bAdCqxjMiMm2/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="438" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsExo7Xx8c0j1tfgBTR4nvNoVWJLx1WvGSMy49622hO1wWxiGnuRRtD2zdjwcnuko7v5ioDFUE6IYsi_q2FzF77wNVGghqqIO0R7MrpDsxMHDzn9WahGKXXIskvvn3gWm_bAdCqxjMiMm2/w362-h272/image.png" width="362" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"I think it's beautiful," says the young couple's wife.
"And it is so romantic," says the widow, "I am so curious "
The room is mainly light and pink.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"T</span><span style="font-size: 16px;">omorrow</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> I am going to ask who will live there," says the
leader. "We do not want a debacle as with the frogs."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uQSI7fl3xHfiGZevT6X_7mg74jXePkm-Y0lzdCAc1Rf1s_fnZaeUg9hEWfGVtcm4pGLqSyPe6esWWyvrQlI7lan5yuwCqom0BWc__QaJz94gNFgWjhyphenhyphenJjAEAFWemuFQBpOac_2uTJnpe/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="431" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uQSI7fl3xHfiGZevT6X_7mg74jXePkm-Y0lzdCAc1Rf1s_fnZaeUg9hEWfGVtcm4pGLqSyPe6esWWyvrQlI7lan5yuwCqom0BWc__QaJz94gNFgWjhyphenhyphenJjAEAFWemuFQBpOac_2uTJnpe/w436-h328/image.png" width="436" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />The next day the furniture is brought in and the animals are amazed.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I would love to live here" sigh the widow and the wife of the
young couple.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"How beautiful it is."<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Well, again no refugees," grumbles the leader. "Much too
beautiful stuff".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />Adolescent said: "hey lady of the ASC, who actually comes to live
in this room?"<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When the lady started to say “ my lips are sealed ” again, all penguins
rebelled. "No, ma'am," said the bachelor, "you tell . And
immediately ”.</span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of the ASC saw the
reasonableness of the question and packed a thick file. It contained a picture
.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LzK9GUO1wZJIV9vux6iDeA84kvxgEuzQW3zVWKgYi96O_JNbrl0PQ-gf6ntJU3XnfYadfF_MnNWJy1Kk6Lk2NbtuARUdfZ97qaNomvpLvpSkotN5IRpKEmsDBJ2IulTHT_l_N2qmu3ce/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="605" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LzK9GUO1wZJIV9vux6iDeA84kvxgEuzQW3zVWKgYi96O_JNbrl0PQ-gf6ntJU3XnfYadfF_MnNWJy1Kk6Lk2NbtuARUdfZ97qaNomvpLvpSkotN5IRpKEmsDBJ2IulTHT_l_N2qmu3ce/w449-h365/image.png" width="449" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">These are 5 orphans. Big sister has been taking care of them all along.
They are 3 girls and 2 boys. The 2 youngest, a boy and a girl, are twins.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And then the lady read the entire report. So sad. Everything they had
experienced and had happened to them was written in the file. And also that it
was unclear whether they were all real brothers and sisters. Actually, the lady
should not have read the entire report to them. But, whenever she has an
audience, she can't be stopped.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">All the animals had a lump in their throat and the widow was sobbing
openly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Very sad," said adolescent, "but now I'm going to swim.
Daan and Finn, are you coming too?</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><i>You can read former chapters of this story by clicking op "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-37969331403150099942021-03-04T00:22:00.000-08:002021-03-04T00:22:49.405-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">THE DAY AFTER<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The first to wake up were little one and Finn. Because everyone else was
still asleep, they just went to play downstairs by the stairs.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Slowly more animals woke
up.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiFY80s7_YeExSHmRjB2-POAkzooMOskJyi4PEAHkrU_R230w3ODMq2rxclCwK3ghHWuHPmN7nHQf2sZVRV9A4Yq8tQ2zN6a9xj9lVXU1KfPF2Avm4mrMv3dfGq4o8IzaMh5cDASskLgH/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="372" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiFY80s7_YeExSHmRjB2-POAkzooMOskJyi4PEAHkrU_R230w3ODMq2rxclCwK3ghHWuHPmN7nHQf2sZVRV9A4Yq8tQ2zN6a9xj9lVXU1KfPF2Avm4mrMv3dfGq4o8IzaMh5cDASskLgH/" width="310" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious came down because the
grandfathers would teach him chess. He sat on the stairs and waited.
Fortunately, they soon came.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious loves learning things. He pays close attention. After a while he
even gives good advice. The twin grandpas have to be careful, they have never
had such a good student.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Do you know that we have a library in de Lauwerkrans? You may come
there. There are books about chess and many more. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Another grandpa can tell you a lot about the
books. You should take a look ”.</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcgoikNlSuFha2Nu3TZo85pCAC_6hKtxiSfJD5n-EWvEuuz5SYDHigs_u_7KkezURZ9Psl0GYzbbD0fN6JKyMGvXigxYN-RhWmzSsVT_z10uwbpMHkIwTRABDTUxiPwSJfR5FFYlvDgnv/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="311" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcgoikNlSuFha2Nu3TZo85pCAC_6hKtxiSfJD5n-EWvEuuz5SYDHigs_u_7KkezURZ9Psl0GYzbbD0fN6JKyMGvXigxYN-RhWmzSsVT_z10uwbpMHkIwTRABDTUxiPwSJfR5FFYlvDgnv/" width="294" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“ Daddy, will you tell me
again how Mommy and we lived there on the bank of the river? I wish I could
remember but I was too small. ” Finn cannot get enough of this story. And
certainly not since they got the painting. He sees it all before him. Father
John likes to tell.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kZkZtmyrr9NJSgvoCyr40rACTbER-lubM_XBBkAIHnltNYK6kXKwxJyFIbApP9Mxo_XtfJAFmH91utmNapHECbONWrkPZPGInZjMRmt7Ld4YJoowHH3nbSODhbZqxREZB2-yH_rvlXDz/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="231" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kZkZtmyrr9NJSgvoCyr40rACTbER-lubM_XBBkAIHnltNYK6kXKwxJyFIbApP9Mxo_XtfJAFmH91utmNapHECbONWrkPZPGInZjMRmt7Ld4YJoowHH3nbSODhbZqxREZB2-yH_rvlXDz/" width="179" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"My dear Klara, how I miss you", he thinks every time he looks
at the painting.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This was the most beautiful present. I will go to </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the lady of het Kanthuisje and thank her again.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Melvin thought, “once the grandpas play chess they’ll forget everything.
Let me put that hook in the wall. Daan is interested to see how Melvin does it.
He would also like to learn to handle<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tools. "Then come to the craft club," says Melvin.
"Always welcome though".</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe26Mzt1zHwowKpRC8lpl0JPh1WN3nSPw_zqR0oqiAginV-Ib0JY4C_QHqUkVK7y1muoV3gDbpZbzX423-KC7NPYeIrI_DJfT617O-fAZ7nQdIEdawvhKt87mi2Z7P5iBpEej2YEg0ocw/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="239" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe26Mzt1zHwowKpRC8lpl0JPh1WN3nSPw_zqR0oqiAginV-Ib0JY4C_QHqUkVK7y1muoV3gDbpZbzX423-KC7NPYeIrI_DJfT617O-fAZ7nQdIEdawvhKt87mi2Z7P5iBpEej2YEg0ocw/" width="183" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWcEhua5wq5vP8Q2TFD_qSeB7KRbMGGA5DuagGwVq5I2H2mwivc3ZyeyOSE-3fG4XTJFvEbDX2Mx5kEsR8iSakKpdWSCKLwvpj0Jth1RgOUc_563qnMQOYl9hWPXdriCFSeGVYHLEmUz0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="300" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWcEhua5wq5vP8Q2TFD_qSeB7KRbMGGA5DuagGwVq5I2H2mwivc3ZyeyOSE-3fG4XTJFvEbDX2Mx5kEsR8iSakKpdWSCKLwvpj0Jth1RgOUc_563qnMQOYl9hWPXdriCFSeGVYHLEmUz0/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I'm going to bake cookies at the grandma's," shouts Finn,
hopping down the stairs. “Fine”, Father John thinks this is the first time that
he has left home alone.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">How happy he is.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJaOpqQQZeaPPG5ptC8vSxXIh-TqUTgqlT24aezskW9XQsgZBNA7WHJYca9KkG-4zIbWU5Z0iS8k9cwmejEugSs_TmoraKUHfq_OMtaapuaHIQheKnnyHmUa0brvBU2cIXbkYmb25zACO/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="317" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJaOpqQQZeaPPG5ptC8vSxXIh-TqUTgqlT24aezskW9XQsgZBNA7WHJYca9KkG-4zIbWU5Z0iS8k9cwmejEugSs_TmoraKUHfq_OMtaapuaHIQheKnnyHmUa0brvBU2cIXbkYmb25zACO/w375-h285/image.png" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">" Gee, what a noise " sounds at Penguin’s room , "do have a little quiet."<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well, they drank too much yesterday and have a hangover.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Own fault.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />And so yesterday's party was a great success in more ways than one.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="font-size: 12pt;">You can read former posts or start reading from the beginning by clicking on the dates of "blogarchief". <br /></i><i style="font-size: 12pt;">My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span></p></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /> </span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-29721002434239320632021-03-03T01:02:00.002-08:002021-03-03T01:02:15.724-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">5. THE PARTY<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The day has finally come. The penguins are the first to attend the
party. That wonderful fishy smell, they no longer could resist it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYHRYx8i54YVxJa4WOxSVPt_zbyKtLIPgoqJ8epIzwVjcF91HYeB4as36Izyvz25QbyFRZBDz3Kgtw0YJlCADX1rCDmY9IRuL8xrorg2f9bkLXgN4loGu3AGD_Z8OVRveSsZG3Oy6MOI6/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="313" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYHRYx8i54YVxJa4WOxSVPt_zbyKtLIPgoqJ8epIzwVjcF91HYeB4as36Izyvz25QbyFRZBDz3Kgtw0YJlCADX1rCDmY9IRuL8xrorg2f9bkLXgN4loGu3AGD_Z8OVRveSsZG3Oy6MOI6/" width="312" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The others came also and it was immediately fun.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone from de Lauwerkrans
had come. The two men who are playing chess are twins. They argue a lot about
who is the best because they are actually both equally good. The penguins ,
except for serious, think chess is stupid. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1p4A1llO3gXyF7nALEZKqQ6CUjxb-gW85aOA_DUYGcwbZpXSfXfUtT3X43dPFaXRpcV9Tl1fQBwb34RcfZLoOXsVVqJqtfAOOtgmRAK0dqE2mk9J8bs61-Lf5AliDy3XWn4OFVJK_Jg5i/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="292" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1p4A1llO3gXyF7nALEZKqQ6CUjxb-gW85aOA_DUYGcwbZpXSfXfUtT3X43dPFaXRpcV9Tl1fQBwb34RcfZLoOXsVVqJqtfAOOtgmRAK0dqE2mk9J8bs61-Lf5AliDy3XWn4OFVJK_Jg5i/" width="291" /></a> </div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They are only interested in the table with fish. <br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">But serious looks at
the game </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and actually wants to learn that.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgcIfO7DmJ5xhwwMppHvcinI1SH_VKcgL7CE1hFhpPHqFGC-B2bnjNKmvnEYkDghlZB3huWi1gjY8ObdpHIFeXjQCNxCFEiY4QGjLoZswkOxHGJ30zyaKxn383WMFr6OP82C3wIr_34KF/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="285" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgcIfO7DmJ5xhwwMppHvcinI1SH_VKcgL7CE1hFhpPHqFGC-B2bnjNKmvnEYkDghlZB3huWi1gjY8ObdpHIFeXjQCNxCFEiY4QGjLoZswkOxHGJ30zyaKxn383WMFr6OP82C3wIr_34KF/" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The main guests are of course the frogs. They sit in the centre with the
stack of presents at their feet.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Especially Finn loves to unpack </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but Daan does some unpacking too.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQIXAhiu1BvE0uMaSypzLT3pSqVpFMJ5vUIq577BJFLJxIFuOuVkAaaSehfbFczcmi7k2FMuYKGy90kGqqLGfD9-wX-E7NAw451sgj70mp3tkycMUQacjfajsFqnRncYYzW7PWsynPsX7/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="383" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQIXAhiu1BvE0uMaSypzLT3pSqVpFMJ5vUIq577BJFLJxIFuOuVkAaaSehfbFczcmi7k2FMuYKGy90kGqqLGfD9-wX-E7NAw451sgj70mp3tkycMUQacjfajsFqnRncYYzW7PWsynPsX7/" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">While unpacking, the family from the 1970s comes in.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Sorry we're late. The baby was still asleep and the fruit pie needed
some more time in the oven ”. They sit down quickly and the dachshund goes
straight to the little one. Those 2 are good friends.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YEJvO-fUvFCr5lSlse-_vuCRqrPqe0lIU1f6yn_CJfTPBl7LBO4w_ggshjJzOqTwtgNR7zTXb9_CTRLELyL2JAn-aVA7TAooD2IqQ89AYEafFAXfDcgJELhe6_mob0I7oW_QsH1jsHZs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="306" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YEJvO-fUvFCr5lSlse-_vuCRqrPqe0lIU1f6yn_CJfTPBl7LBO4w_ggshjJzOqTwtgNR7zTXb9_CTRLELyL2JAn-aVA7TAooD2IqQ89AYEafFAXfDcgJELhe6_mob0I7oW_QsH1jsHZs/" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">More unpacking to do. What a lot of gifts. They have already unpacked 2
embroidered cushions and a pot with a water lily. Magnificent!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ234HEppVv6UO6mGwQqg4umWKLWgsa3E4LvoFgZXIkyZ03hCtDumyh98y_WVK6wfxDA92OlLNUCy6PIx-_p-DebiFvphjWK17cd1CmZdZR5L9EK02D4hG6M5wHAt_zQ4_e5kubHlvWd6/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="300" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ234HEppVv6UO6mGwQqg4umWKLWgsa3E4LvoFgZXIkyZ03hCtDumyh98y_WVK6wfxDA92OlLNUCy6PIx-_p-DebiFvphjWK17cd1CmZdZR5L9EK02D4hG6M5wHAt_zQ4_e5kubHlvWd6/" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_9ujBsDVsz6C5-8kZALBfcRTH3regsRIZxQI7QSGgHrdvS_GVBvy4_BdrfCspDTizw21x30-cMfdfupEM3004SHmLTiT9u_RrSNzgMpN5HGwwTpcuYWoFmXPUPwAV4Ilmw75RAKzYMd_/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="215" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_9ujBsDVsz6C5-8kZALBfcRTH3regsRIZxQI7QSGgHrdvS_GVBvy4_BdrfCspDTizw21x30-cMfdfupEM3004SHmLTiT9u_RrSNzgMpN5HGwwTpcuYWoFmXPUPwAV4Ilmw75RAKzYMd_/" width="182" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They continue like this until John is to unpacks his last present, a
painting. He stares at it for a long time and everyone gets uncomfortable.
Wouldn't he like it? Then he looks up and says in a sobbing voice, “Here it
was. My dear wife Klara was eaten here. She was sitting on a water lily and
there stood the stork ”. He points to the painting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V6lRk3xcL_8VueV5Zbr3R6oUBvWCK8gcmwNzCucwTrVqmcglMOQNSTxIWxJPXou_JOr7qSayOAEoN7QOD27KHysOALv8xIUs0u_Vrl67i1mOZto-6WkEjL3NpJsaQK4M_bmIBxRWvrES/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="437" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V6lRk3xcL_8VueV5Zbr3R6oUBvWCK8gcmwNzCucwTrVqmcglMOQNSTxIWxJPXou_JOr7qSayOAEoN7QOD27KHysOALv8xIUs0u_Vrl67i1mOZto-6WkEjL3NpJsaQK4M_bmIBxRWvrES/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Look </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">children," he
says. That's where I last saw our mother. And because he was crying a bit, Daan
and Finn also started to cry. What a pitiful sight. Suddenly the party was no
longer fun. It was dead quiet.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemh70bdlPadDWU90PL-rAOEXL2ow9M4mkFuUbDxrGL1DOlSOPR7jgMRp-PNRSXp0KDI3Nr1px_sK-S0t6cSCKtPyoCDQDmDEP4Ogcoq2R_StJdkwVac9GHi5LVowSSP1EqKln-3e6FtJR/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="605" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemh70bdlPadDWU90PL-rAOEXL2ow9M4mkFuUbDxrGL1DOlSOPR7jgMRp-PNRSXp0KDI3Nr1px_sK-S0t6cSCKtPyoCDQDmDEP4Ogcoq2R_StJdkwVac9GHi5LVowSSP1EqKln-3e6FtJR/w439-h277/image.png" width="439" /></a></div></span></div></span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Then the lady of the ASC got up and said: "can I have your
attention?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The lady spoke fondly about the frogs. About their grief and also about
their great resilience with which they had processed this grief. Father John in
particular received a great compliment. Then she knew some funny anecdotes and
finally she said: "let's sing our song now".<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And there it sounded together:<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1,2,3,4, the frogs are ( 2x )<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1,2,3,4 the frogs that are here .<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Welcome John and Daan and Finn.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Are you having a good time.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1,2,3,4, the frogs that are here.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone laughed because of the terrible way the penguins sang and when
the frogs started singing the chorus, it sounded horrible.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then the lady said: "the buffet is open". The penguins ran to
the table and everything was finished in an instant. The table manners of the penguins
were disputable but no one said anything about it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What had the frog got?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">2 embroidered cushions of de Lauwerkrans<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">2 ships in a bottle of de Lauwerkrans<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1 water lily in a pot of de Lauwerkrans<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1 wood painting of the 70's house (they didn't like that very much)<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1 painting of the waterfront of the lady of het Kanthuisje</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">What beautiful gifts.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">You could tell that everyone had thought carefully about the presents.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But what had they received from the penguins ? Nothing.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nobody thought that was weird. The penguins themselves certainly not.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When the party was over, they all
helped to clean up and put the presents neatly upstairs.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And look how cozy the room looks now.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8QQWwYAIa-p1QUkD-4pyJCpoMufS5JR2t8P-aYQJlEWo6HBLzR6-WjapAbrOvBi8N-f2vkqGVbm2y8hR_rhN6NxHupccpBwdiHYYkwmq-j4V7f38TZCsBlec6wIU4Gsq2KCL7ebDKqcO/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="507" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8QQWwYAIa-p1QUkD-4pyJCpoMufS5JR2t8P-aYQJlEWo6HBLzR6-WjapAbrOvBi8N-f2vkqGVbm2y8hR_rhN6NxHupccpBwdiHYYkwmq-j4V7f38TZCsBlec6wIU4Gsq2KCL7ebDKqcO/w528-h396/image.png" width="528" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“ Why do you always wear those binoculars around your neck?” grandfather
asked.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Because we don't have a place to hang them," said John
softly.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I'll hit a few hooks in the wall tomorrow, " said Grandpa.
But now I'm off to bed.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The other guests also went home.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"This was the best party ever" thought the penguins and
immediately fell asleep.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Daan and Finn fell asleep exhausted, but father John didn't want to
sleep yet.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He went to look at the painting again and now it no longer made him sad,
but rather happy. <br />He thought of the beautiful time he spent there on the bank
with his lovely wife </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">Klara</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20pt;">.</span></p></div><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief' on the right.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i><br /><br /></span></div></span></div></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-7783769269825357752021-03-01T23:48:00.001-08:002021-03-01T23:48:55.632-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">4. PREPARATIONS FOR THE PARTY<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Soon the party will be on, so
everyone is in an uproar.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The frogs have gone for a long walk and swim and have been asked to stay
away for a long time.<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nice places were made of all the furniture they could find.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXcXS9EarrbzDKduSCnmyryqdRLmsPFsmNs1iA-2tIIBSh7BAL0ksOtOfT6ZeFi0a2WhDk3zAOcoWWRQv1tZn1nbZwrisJPecdtPDUPhTguE4IIUIFM0BJUhaGQqST6kyYkbvDvQKGnjv/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="263" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXcXS9EarrbzDKduSCnmyryqdRLmsPFsmNs1iA-2tIIBSh7BAL0ksOtOfT6ZeFi0a2WhDk3zAOcoWWRQv1tZn1nbZwrisJPecdtPDUPhTguE4IIUIFM0BJUhaGQqST6kyYkbvDvQKGnjv/w294-h251/image.png" width="294" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There is a gift table with so many gifts! Adolescent and the little one
are watching and touching them all the time. How curious they are!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S363m-v5af82n44mTaPh8qYvxTJX10_t0pA6HY2EY_jIX6XMYX2Imi-DuUYkdAFj78enEh1BNYlXOTGh6K4Sohw7mPGeif29Puo0Fg4mL7uytNJMBm7LO9r1Of4oebfdWfAV87muYL3X/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="313" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S363m-v5af82n44mTaPh8qYvxTJX10_t0pA6HY2EY_jIX6XMYX2Imi-DuUYkdAFj78enEh1BNYlXOTGh6K4Sohw7mPGeif29Puo0Fg4mL7uytNJMBm7LO9r1Of4oebfdWfAV87muYL3X/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There is also a chess table
with 2 chairs. That is for the grandfathers of de Lauwerkrans.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeivgFYmGtb9T1nioleiakL409Jy-FBvwr0RV8NgRdFV-k1p4DOgY8T7bTX_vv13lkcb15XQkXPruHqxJF6dg_X5LMHQz9iAuy0uO6B6JbzNO2swIBU1uk80jgfBdRiBRb5SNZdKoEIn_S/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="196" data-original-width="262" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeivgFYmGtb9T1nioleiakL409Jy-FBvwr0RV8NgRdFV-k1p4DOgY8T7bTX_vv13lkcb15XQkXPruHqxJF6dg_X5LMHQz9iAuy0uO6B6JbzNO2swIBU1uk80jgfBdRiBRb5SNZdKoEIn_S/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And it smells so great again. The penguins can hardly wait. The
bachelors told the grandmothers that frogs prefer to eat fish and so they
prepared that delicious fish dish again .<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Could they have said that frogs eat insects?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">No, that's gross!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gFPZaZjnJisiz63zhloZw252BdYV7f2Ubje2ihElj_tVjiAxBZrhqVh-9d_Mdf2f5DKzLkQgKJTnJI-MuHB0SQsw-g5fWSBwEm268D9j_wX4dQqTBcUzhSAXmFnFu5ROc4gYtfc01utg/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="324" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gFPZaZjnJisiz63zhloZw252BdYV7f2Ubje2ihElj_tVjiAxBZrhqVh-9d_Mdf2f5DKzLkQgKJTnJI-MuHB0SQsw-g5fWSBwEm268D9j_wX4dQqTBcUzhSAXmFnFu5ROc4gYtfc01utg/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A welcome song is made. At first they wanted to do it to the melody of </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“On the bank of the river”, but that is such a
sad song that they have just made it to the tune of “1, 2, 3, 4 hat made of
paper”. A nice and simple nursery rhyme.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />Suddenly the widow says: "we have forgotten to invite the lady of
the ASC".<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Oh dear. "Well, let’s not invite her, " growl the bachelors.
<br />"No, we can't do that," says serious, I'll call her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read former chapters by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></div></span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-7238763372992922752021-03-01T00:12:00.000-08:002021-03-01T00:12:16.722-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">3. VISITE<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The penguin men also felt bad about the cool reception the frogs had
received. They said to each other, "come on, let's see them." And so
the leader, serious and adolescent went to the neighbours.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They soon had a very pleasant conversation. Those frogs turned out to be
not that scary at all and actually quite common.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3Qaz_TxfMVLaR7XjZYokT62LIS_yJUMWEcjowV0Twy9sxazVh_yqgkG8t8Jvi-9knp6lUThRPYFrBWLViV77ryfalSAfoZPs9yJbmTZ00IIMhgo9qjfdS09lIH3U25FuGfsBZ3gsFvee/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="435" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3Qaz_TxfMVLaR7XjZYokT62LIS_yJUMWEcjowV0Twy9sxazVh_yqgkG8t8Jvi-9knp6lUThRPYFrBWLViV77ryfalSAfoZPs9yJbmTZ00IIMhgo9qjfdS09lIH3U25FuGfsBZ3gsFvee/w439-h309/image.png" width="439" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And when 2 grandpas from de
Lauwerkrans came to visit a little later, it became very animated.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The frogs told that the mother had been eaten by a stork shortly after
Finn's birth .<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The penguins told about their disaster and the grandfathers asked if the
frogs wanted to come to de Lauwerkrans.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokREd71QSGTeodXZO1sNufRXrb1DOzez5lPv42VyZMhL6zp8qI8dx4EptnZRIgBey9W_m0EO9qYhMZxRK5f_vMic1z5UICUx0MfV9TOfyrGm3or-CfrhTR0dsOJGTiLg8sZHO6uHQuH4c/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="315" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokREd71QSGTeodXZO1sNufRXrb1DOzez5lPv42VyZMhL6zp8qI8dx4EptnZRIgBey9W_m0EO9qYhMZxRK5f_vMic1z5UICUx0MfV9TOfyrGm3or-CfrhTR0dsOJGTiLg8sZHO6uHQuH4c/w422-h317/image.png" width="422" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"We have a very nice craft club," said one grandfather, we
make everything ourselves and we even
have a train track. "<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Or do you play bridge? We also have a fine bridge club ”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But the frogs did not like crafts and they had never heard of bridge.
And when it was explained to them they did not feel for that either.</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They loved nature. They took long walks and knew every flower and
insect. They liked to go to the waterfront to take a dip. "We do
too," cried the penguins . They loved the prospect of swimming together.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So that appointment was made quickly. Will you come too, grandpas? But
no, the grandfathers did not like swimming and a long walk was no longer doable.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief".<br />My wbshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-40436997352796337692021-02-26T03:10:00.000-08:002021-02-26T03:10:17.962-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">THE MEETING<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The next morning the 3 friends, the widow and the ladies of het
Kanthuisje and the 70's house came together. Disappointed about the cool
reception of the frogs. "We are going to make up for this soon," they
said to each other. “Let's ask the craft club grandma and then go to my house.
I have just baked a fruit pie ”suggested the lady from the 70's house.</span><span style="font-size: 26.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Shall we ask the ASC lady?"<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“ Please don't. She'll come
with that psychological abracadabra and will do all the talking. That takes
hours. We’d better arrange it ourselves then it will quicker and much more fun.
”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx9pk1zFl8lvhbR24jPnU4Kics52znyj2Ujv_3elO8ykzNr26qCBOAqMxJIjL-ds98pPiJ2Z_HSpHiMkoY72S7c4wbu9eU5FGLfzYkuMrGjT3pPagk9jxkJqSObd5dYCY7SjiQtAB2n3X/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="605" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx9pk1zFl8lvhbR24jPnU4Kics52znyj2Ujv_3elO8ykzNr26qCBOAqMxJIjL-ds98pPiJ2Z_HSpHiMkoY72S7c4wbu9eU5FGLfzYkuMrGjT3pPagk9jxkJqSObd5dYCY7SjiQtAB2n3X/" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In a short time they arranged snacks and drinks, a plant, a song, music
and the invitations .<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And then there was even time left to gossip: about the new residents and
about the Mrs. from the ASC<br /><br /><i>you can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-4748980677920840212021-02-25T01:01:00.001-08:002021-02-25T01:01:29.148-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">1.THE FROGS ARE ARRIVING<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And again the whole street has been invited and everyone is ready to
receive the new residents. The flags have been hung but no one is really in the
mood.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAsGXL7oBnxyOjCqbJmvZaEu8JnqMs46jivjXc-EqeHLoCgv-_Vu5WL2DIOyayzhJJ2wvf0Rncwo9NL_xP67qx2cpU5GrTmBOfb-uaOXsGSTUdOkN4OB90O5j3Sq9JgjRi2i7746NJ1Tm/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="294" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAsGXL7oBnxyOjCqbJmvZaEu8JnqMs46jivjXc-EqeHLoCgv-_Vu5WL2DIOyayzhJJ2wvf0Rncwo9NL_xP67qx2cpU5GrTmBOfb-uaOXsGSTUdOkN4OB90O5j3Sq9JgjRi2i7746NJ1Tm/w460-h320/image.png" width="460" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />The lady of the ASC did not wanted to say who the new residents were, so
they could not make tasty snacks, no bunting with welcome ???, and they did not
know what to prepare so they prepared nothing.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They tried to find out who the new residents were with all kinds of
trick questions, but the lady kept her mouth shut.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Therefore they are waiting for what's to come.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But it does not feel right.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />Suddenly the lady shouts: “The
new residents are coming”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone looks up and what they see ... .. they don't understand
that at all.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is all a bit terrifying.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtL9X_PbsXp2czisOQDyQNw39eg0kJEaplQHec1wdHAZjAFBeidKVwd5TaHNxQXpy2k2H6LcIYJabrCcQy3wkHpuME_hSbSqFz2E04IykR8q6EeNvHB9BtTEnNziHwFEVlrA8I_xxkLF7l/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="532" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtL9X_PbsXp2czisOQDyQNw39eg0kJEaplQHec1wdHAZjAFBeidKVwd5TaHNxQXpy2k2H6LcIYJabrCcQy3wkHpuME_hSbSqFz2E04IykR8q6EeNvHB9BtTEnNziHwFEVlrA8I_xxkLF7l/w382-h329/image.png" width="382" /></a></div></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> In front is a very large frog man
with something very big in his arms. Behind him is a little frog boy who looks
a little anxious. And behind the little boy is big frog boy on a skateboard
with a big statue in front.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">A strange procession, everyone is silent.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady shouts: "a big round of applause for the new
residents". They clap hesitantly and when the frogs walk forward, the
penguins step back. How big those animals are!<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What are they actually and what did they bring with them?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFBvEo6Y0corujwIpvsannVmI5wOxfwHa-yKufjvYY4RtQ8evoyK6e8HRvdxjFq8JCeDeVXD4TI22vgkVupOlpp1UFAKoQdNanUzRkIwmWBrYbVCIwaO9wW5C2P5_scuTu6rCbjzLh7aL/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="394" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFBvEo6Y0corujwIpvsannVmI5wOxfwHa-yKufjvYY4RtQ8evoyK6e8HRvdxjFq8JCeDeVXD4TI22vgkVupOlpp1UFAKoQdNanUzRkIwmWBrYbVCIwaO9wW5C2P5_scuTu6rCbjzLh7aL/w420-h315/image.png" width="420" /><br /><br /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The
lady introduces them: The big frog man is called John, his oldest son is called
Daan and the youngest son is called Finn.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone thinks, "and where's the mother?" But nobody dares to
ask that question.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJnestmGqwb6339VI1nEFFU7cINVWinDNE9p0oMY1xtt4lK71d5Es50IMKGHHP-vupSgL48iKs3WQIyxHB55KqaUlLAiVGFGpnz-1dKWciA_qoqj1E2wugdALUzNRLMvH5IyF18YYW26k/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="300" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJnestmGqwb6339VI1nEFFU7cINVWinDNE9p0oMY1xtt4lK71d5Es50IMKGHHP-vupSgL48iKs3WQIyxHB55KqaUlLAiVGFGpnz-1dKWciA_qoqj1E2wugdALUzNRLMvH5IyF18YYW26k/w271-h361/image.png" width="271" /></a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Now we are going to see the house," the lady says. The frogs
walk upstairs leaving the skateboard with the statue and that big thing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeb2YhVxndjKbLcJT_ZX5k4AT0Xo6sQsoo6LJbn96NVuG7_2-qM9OuiKJ4jbGgvLjDXGUFrRQtAdxPS_B0X0llUDWDFi58K7ROklfWh9h_Xx4RT29H7BEoD7ro2_xx7Ea0kjFVptzQdMI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="218" data-original-width="337" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeb2YhVxndjKbLcJT_ZX5k4AT0Xo6sQsoo6LJbn96NVuG7_2-qM9OuiKJ4jbGgvLjDXGUFrRQtAdxPS_B0X0llUDWDFi58K7ROklfWh9h_Xx4RT29H7BEoD7ro2_xx7Ea0kjFVptzQdMI/w396-h256/image.png" width="396" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The
penguins push forward to look at those things. Now that those scary frogs are
gone they dare. But they still don't get it.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read former posts by clicking on "blogarchief"on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></span></p><br /><p></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br /><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-20349523702386444732021-02-24T01:01:00.001-08:002021-02-24T01:01:30.843-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">19 . NEW NEIGHBOURS<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There is excitement in het Dierenhuis . Workers are walking around and
the room opposite to that of the penguins is being renovated. The lady from the
ASC is there almost every day, watching the renovation. The penguins are very anxious.
But the lady will not tell who comes to live next to them. "That is a
great secret. My lips are sealed ”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The penguins couldn't stop talking and guessing about it.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">First of all, the room was wallpapered.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR6yMb15gspdD8gEKZVwdUpynfKBZaMXZAA_fO2haB6y4udUKUGJFMUlzYxrkD-Uhmdn-kJ6Qv78eTMhwBXCH2gmuJrvng8NRwA-qktgk_rEDL_6Nq4Gk76JUxqXezx88F2rNrY9kPKCi/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="287" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR6yMb15gspdD8gEKZVwdUpynfKBZaMXZAA_fO2haB6y4udUKUGJFMUlzYxrkD-Uhmdn-kJ6Qv78eTMhwBXCH2gmuJrvng8NRwA-qktgk_rEDL_6Nq4Gk76JUxqXezx88F2rNrY9kPKCi/w305-h366/image.png" width="305" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When the workers are gone, the penguins look at the wallpaper.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />" Yuck green" says adolescent. "I think green is a shit
colour". "I think it's wallpaper for elderly folks" suggests the
young couple's husband and the bachelor thinks it's "Brussels sprouts
wallpaper". <br />"But it does have a modern look," mumbles seriously.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nobody hears that comment.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I wish a hot girl came to live here" sighs the bachelor. We
need that around here.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvSdH7c_HUUv6fZqY74Kmd88swk2fufWNdHPG3kDSOcRo4ed8yF67lxcjqUqHN_3w1FfwwxYvW8m4sqXNKofpXPLROH0PP-kiz0Tl4y3nQoC-PbzKNxz8Pb4weDnnvNv_KwPQDZipVGaM/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="319" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvSdH7c_HUUv6fZqY74Kmd88swk2fufWNdHPG3kDSOcRo4ed8yF67lxcjqUqHN_3w1FfwwxYvW8m4sqXNKofpXPLROH0PP-kiz0Tl4y3nQoC-PbzKNxz8Pb4weDnnvNv_KwPQDZipVGaM/w376-h317/image.png" width="376" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The next day the floor was
also laid and the penguins are watching again.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">" Yuck , green again," says adolescent with a dirty face,
"really a shit colour."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I get depressed when I look at it," says the young couple's
husband, and the bachelor says, "and we've lost our place to hang out."
"Where should I play now" beeps little one and everyone laughs.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"The finish of the floor makes it modern," says serious, but
no one listens to him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmtRe06UwLAZzl3PhL6WdtRcDTParqZRo02OrOhl2IA8MENc8tLFYPHAlos8fiLo2Q345RsdUNe7irFq1jdd6sTQDdtV7X4q2NO4rdApZXOeK8i8BM2CjK-NB8wLwu6hECRXQmotDTl5H/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="605" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmtRe06UwLAZzl3PhL6WdtRcDTParqZRo02OrOhl2IA8MENc8tLFYPHAlos8fiLo2Q345RsdUNe7irFq1jdd6sTQDdtV7X4q2NO4rdApZXOeK8i8BM2CjK-NB8wLwu6hECRXQmotDTl5H/w485-h368/image.png" width="485" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Now that all furniture has been placed, the penguins are no longer
allowed to enter the house </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">“This is no longer public area.
You must respect the privacy of the new neighbours, ” the lady said.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The penguins are speechless. What a classy furniture. They've never seen
anything like it.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Real old classic furniture," says adolescent, " yuck
."<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Does not look like a room for a hot girl", the bachelor sighs
.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Very expensive stuff. Not for refugees, that is clear, ”the leader
grumbles.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Did you see that there is also a telephone and books," says
the young couple's husband.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I love it" serious sighs. "I wish our room was like that."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But only the widow hears him and looks at him surprisingly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">You can read former posts using the "blogarchief" on the right.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-31718445919734564432021-02-23T00:24:00.000-08:002021-02-23T00:24:17.159-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">1 7 . SERIOUS IS CONCERNED<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Why is serious still wearing that backpack?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Actually, he could have taken it off as soon as they moved into de Dierenhuis.
But now he is still walking with that thing on his back .<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And everyone whines: "take off that backpack." Then he just
growls or says nothing at all.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What is the true reason?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Only the grandmothers of de Lauwerkrans know the reason. He does note
dare not take off his backpack because he would feel so naked. His backpack
only contains clothes that are suitable for the South Pole. He has absolutely
nothing to wear here.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When the grandmothers heard</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">that
they said: "is that all, we will solve that problem for you easily".
And they gave him an encouraging nod.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And that is his problem.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Serious wants a piece of clothing but is so afraid that the grandmothers
make something he doesn't like. When he thinks of the mitten of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>adolescent who was not the right colour at
all. He wouldn't want 2 different mittens.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious is quite picky. He likes his garment to be neat and also different.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What must he do if they make something he doesn't like at all?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He cannot eat and cannot sleep because of this problem.<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">Do you always have to be grateful, despite everything?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Then came the day he feared. The grandmothers came with a big parcel.
<br />Would he run away? No too late, they've already seen him.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEggpa4BXYO3Xm2P4dyqO8_uP190yelsxv4fh-iTdMegq46jMdWnfbmr5XNag2kKgQpURnKP63v-zYqtbcE7TLPpsizcB6kBF9VR6LTgnBMlxlRoZgpaofkdZos03QC5oCMQrwyHziIIh/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="515" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDEggpa4BXYO3Xm2P4dyqO8_uP190yelsxv4fh-iTdMegq46jMdWnfbmr5XNag2kKgQpURnKP63v-zYqtbcE7TLPpsizcB6kBF9VR6LTgnBMlxlRoZgpaofkdZos03QC5oCMQrwyHziIIh/w486-h417/image.png" width="486" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We have made something very beautiful for you," said one
grandmother.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"It was a lot of work," said the other grandmother.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious dare hardly to unpack. His hands were shaking.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoG0jtoij0ztb3M1hQn8UpqBQhe4xnS_Gk0OfdI5Um4X2-fmX7a1Nuxbarg3h5a0PKjEhhwI9tOnrkg8EzK0GKnLjhq7kd5rafK9sEmHIUMotjT-gIQzebcrqD9D1z12G9xmyAOpeTiHUo/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="210" data-original-width="281" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoG0jtoij0ztb3M1hQn8UpqBQhe4xnS_Gk0OfdI5Um4X2-fmX7a1Nuxbarg3h5a0PKjEhhwI9tOnrkg8EzK0GKnLjhq7kd5rafK9sEmHIUMotjT-gIQzebcrqD9D1z12G9xmyAOpeTiHUo/w372-h278/image.png" width="372" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He loosens the paper a bit and there he sees something purple with a
kind of golden yellow. Wow, what a nice combination. He is blushing again.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"What a beautiful colour," he says softly.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">More and more penguins came and stood around them. A bit stuffy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipneHaaIAL_ELca8dUoQiyEIWlOQULxCaJwIKse-J-4JQ7Y6Z4hrSYkNQ9lzdvNis9_8dxOBqv_4hPXXLCaDW8j-wIS8qZ8cp89ECTuNi19M8gPqAKtma8zjM9TO7T4qgeihMKW0Y-prc-/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="261" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipneHaaIAL_ELca8dUoQiyEIWlOQULxCaJwIKse-J-4JQ7Y6Z4hrSYkNQ9lzdvNis9_8dxOBqv_4hPXXLCaDW8j-wIS8qZ8cp89ECTuNi19M8gPqAKtma8zjM9TO7T4qgeihMKW0Y-prc-/w290-h291/image.png" width="290" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> <span lang="EN-GB">"May I try it on"
he asks softly. He puts the cardigan on and it fits exactly. It is nice warm
and does not tickle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNECKNimTVLPxluJhS9guPqNLxXZTF3OGRm3uB0uUh-vlxv2jKRivrlxzjbub_wKbAETrTbfiaaZW6A78nqQyAtUf658xsTH4cXdilJisDL0qMZSCGMIpbw6zNzk7DEUh3hYyBziXS2yj/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="349" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNECKNimTVLPxluJhS9guPqNLxXZTF3OGRm3uB0uUh-vlxv2jKRivrlxzjbub_wKbAETrTbfiaaZW6A78nqQyAtUf658xsTH4cXdilJisDL0qMZSCGMIpbw6zNzk7DEUh3hYyBziXS2yj/w391-h293/image.png" width="391" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And then he did something he had never done before. Spontaneously he
jumps into the arms of one grandmother and then in the arms of the other
grandmother. So happy he is with his cardigan!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUMEm_bNVonSLQoo1teU4bGCs88rU5fFeoRF21M-MSAZqFbCd7X2MZPImRf3OQxk-TdwH7dg6CEJweI5kqhbpc3rtoJJDnpNA9AcZmb_RvXIsyv0hx59LZ4uw1aDNwcRxkYVIFuIcRn6M/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="217" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUMEm_bNVonSLQoo1teU4bGCs88rU5fFeoRF21M-MSAZqFbCd7X2MZPImRf3OQxk-TdwH7dg6CEJweI5kqhbpc3rtoJJDnpNA9AcZmb_RvXIsyv0hx59LZ4uw1aDNwcRxkYVIFuIcRn6M/" width="180" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6kXcEzhUscq52asK6AFYojrVBzo09CXEcGquUsljj-ztfkOLBfTJq93cSrol8llCM2gLNSnyK4iJqCrJB9SKKMrvKnDx2h1oqi4P9fAmApfzYbv6u4VOxJKQW2VhW6QuVqHBrK6o47bl/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="185" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6kXcEzhUscq52asK6AFYojrVBzo09CXEcGquUsljj-ztfkOLBfTJq93cSrol8llCM2gLNSnyK4iJqCrJB9SKKMrvKnDx2h1oqi4P9fAmApfzYbv6u4VOxJKQW2VhW6QuVqHBrK6o47bl/w176-h280/image.png" width="176" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">"Turn around," shouted the other penguins who wanted to see
the cardigan. But serious has a better idea.</span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He goes to the stairs and walks to the top. Now everyone can see him.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He has never had a more beautiful present in his whole life.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He must swallow very hard.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YI8MzHAwl68BgskLKDGuq7rLlQPn0wKTIBU_VYhMDgHRjMNNsidaJv-3Sk2B7pfaAO-M1bOKPV2_9K01IZCT61HtH5t3X4vm-6MuxYW80BTYqldozSE6gBV3jwcKB6_rKKgUWBQlesbH/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="494" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YI8MzHAwl68BgskLKDGuq7rLlQPn0wKTIBU_VYhMDgHRjMNNsidaJv-3Sk2B7pfaAO-M1bOKPV2_9K01IZCT61HtH5t3X4vm-6MuxYW80BTYqldozSE6gBV3jwcKB6_rKKgUWBQlesbH/w387-h531/image.png" width="387" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><i>You can read former posts by clicking op "blogarchief"on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-27490890358978127182021-02-22T00:31:00.000-08:002021-02-22T00:31:52.445-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">17. 3 FRIENDS<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Since they all have their own place to sleep, it has become so much more
fun. Everyone goes to bed whenever they want and is rested in the morning when
they come out again.</span><span style="font-size: 26.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Little one grows like cabbage and likes nothing more than frolicking
with the adolescent and the bachelors.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The widow does not like to go to the Lauwerkrans anymore. There are a
few men out there who are quite pushy. She prefers to go to the lady of the 70's
house and the lady of het Kant huisje . The 3 of them have become good friends.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11gRG6-jL5Yvt3awKxXzMf9GeAxvXqazduhC_adU-wackWqgRTQpkrIYDwOrZvvUlzuBvzh5cXTW6cqq1KeOYS-O9E7xqfGx-ievtTL7mv-L4ICdKPvIQDbuVio-Yi-w-jfDYD-JebHok/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="605" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11gRG6-jL5Yvt3awKxXzMf9GeAxvXqazduhC_adU-wackWqgRTQpkrIYDwOrZvvUlzuBvzh5cXTW6cqq1KeOYS-O9E7xqfGx-ievtTL7mv-L4ICdKPvIQDbuVio-Yi-w-jfDYD-JebHok/w503-h377/image.png" width="503" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of het Kanthuisje gave a tour and their mouth / beak fell open
in amazement. They had never seen so many beautiful things. And when the lady
said that she had made it all herself, the penguin almost fell over in surprise.
The lace was called bobbin lace and an old lady who was often in the shop showed
it. Penguin got dizzy. So quickly as the bobbins rolled over each other. And
there were so many bobbins!<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady of the seventies house said shyly that she too made bobbin lace.
"But not as beautiful as you," she hurried to say. She blushed.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What a great afternoon that was. They agreed to come to the 1970s house
the following week.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfV1XNDqu5RaVTFrNYIfRMnKqyFqOxMzBB9f6UDAub_utbEpUsYv_GH3uMcKg6wjSRc4-BuyVS7C2Ey5TkVMOZXZb-xQWsH-WmZdSLZjsVsxgYaQmjIJd6qEJIEZociBz05NtBRVpkxzt/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="541" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfV1XNDqu5RaVTFrNYIfRMnKqyFqOxMzBB9f6UDAub_utbEpUsYv_GH3uMcKg6wjSRc4-BuyVS7C2Ey5TkVMOZXZb-xQWsH-WmZdSLZjsVsxgYaQmjIJd6qEJIEZociBz05NtBRVpkxzt/w471-h353/image.png" width="471" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">In the 70's house they drank tea and ate tasty fruit tart. The lady from
the 70’s house showed all her needlework. She could knit, crochet, spin and dye
wool, embroidery and macramé and much more. It made the widow dizzy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“ And will you come to my house next time? " the widow asked
timidly</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">while worrying. Was there
something she was good at?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwNWZuU3UmhcrcfeDDOdA4BaMOlDWo1KmALfz6J8xL5S0ufWJlf_Xsn1LLXwhQ5XezfYKVrgTSYRp4ztyIPGI1kFIhFwXIk8q3HonwAqFT5Gptco9zwNhjEUP2uHG8JBTo80bxEINYfLN/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="395" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwNWZuU3UmhcrcfeDDOdA4BaMOlDWo1KmALfz6J8xL5S0ufWJlf_Xsn1LLXwhQ5XezfYKVrgTSYRp4ztyIPGI1kFIhFwXIk8q3HonwAqFT5Gptco9zwNhjEUP2uHG8JBTo80bxEINYfLN/w403-h322/image.png" width="403" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The widow had nothing to show and hadn't baked a cake.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But she could tell about the ice floe where she had lived and about
their harsh journey here. About the disaster and the death of her husband and
many other family members. That made the women of the lace house and the
seventies house silent. They had never realized that the penguins had suffered
so much.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And although they were only sitting on the stairs, it was a very special
afternoon for them. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>You can read all the former posts by clicking on "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop: https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-56742411445246468552021-02-19T01:28:00.000-08:002021-02-19T01:28:50.131-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">16. SLEEPING PROBLEMS<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The evenings became awkward. Their whole live they had spent the night
together standing in a circle, and suddenly it seemed strange. Now that they
live in a house they no longer needed each other for safety. And it was no
longer necessary for warmth. They delayed going to sleep for as long as
possible until they nearly collapsed from fatigue. Then the widow said
irritably , "I don't know what you are doing but I'm going to sleep. Will
someone come? And not to close to me, I'm warm enough already."<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Serious thought: "I will discuss that with the ASC lady when she
comes tomorrow ".</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The next day the lady came on the
scooter and they drank</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">a nice cup of tea.
Adolescent showed his new mitten and little one his new toy. Then serious spoke
about their sleeping problem.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"What do you want then?" asked the lady a bit abrupt .<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We don't want to go to bed as early as the widow," the
bachelors said.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"We would rather be together with little one," the young
couple said.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I want privacy and to sleep in," said the adolescent.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I have nowhere to put my backpack and I don't want to take it
off," said serious.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The leader said, “I want an important place. The others are too close ”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And the assistant agreed and wanted that too.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I will discuss that with the team ," said the lady from the
ASC.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A few days later the lady came
rushing back . <br />“We have a solution. You all get individual sleeping cabins.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">We have </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">spoken to a sociologist,
an anthropologist, a psychologist and an interior architect, and a great
concept came up. We took your background, dynamics and wishes into account when
designing the <br />cabins . ”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The penguins did not understand, but because the lady was so enthusiastic,
they were too . They laughed and flapped their wings , still not knowing were
to be happy for.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Today the individual sleeping cabins are coming. The lady had said that
she needed strong porters, so the bachelors and the adolescent were ready to
help.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMH4WUgKQcsNWS9pIrajjYrtBd6tDHscOqMkPqG9tFxf5-WCapXWLxG1D3Ck5l44Kqn_BiS6cfK3pWc2j3eswEpo5kHgrwWwx_Lh875tGcjQ_cy9JTZQcv8-69KxN3lsZu3LMtr_Jl_rkH/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="375" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMH4WUgKQcsNWS9pIrajjYrtBd6tDHscOqMkPqG9tFxf5-WCapXWLxG1D3Ck5l44Kqn_BiS6cfK3pWc2j3eswEpo5kHgrwWwx_Lh875tGcjQ_cy9JTZQcv8-69KxN3lsZu3LMtr_Jl_rkH/w379-h321/image.png" width="379" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But what was that?<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So big and so heavy. And what that was? They had no idea. Melvin, the
man from the seventies house and the lady from the ASC were lugging and
sweating. The penguins wanted to help, but they just couldn’t.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When they had put it against the walls the penguins understood what it
was. They nudged each other and started to laugh. "That's nice!" they
cried.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"You
all can come," the lady said. And they came. They flew up the stairs.
<br />There were all happy shouts . "Wait for me" the widow shouted. She
was not so fast and was afraid that there would be no cabin for her.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZBr07AE6N5OwZCap6WnC1VBVdYfH5YXpuAJBeFrImG_IHYEpWerRlLm7-oe_7SO8f9-UQm614zFDprFeWgpgPzb2WTnqPbw62PKrh3HhAl4t-HrYoyFwL98avpkzCeCJDDCU0Y3WbkWV/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="605" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZBr07AE6N5OwZCap6WnC1VBVdYfH5YXpuAJBeFrImG_IHYEpWerRlLm7-oe_7SO8f9-UQm614zFDprFeWgpgPzb2WTnqPbw62PKrh3HhAl4t-HrYoyFwL98avpkzCeCJDDCU0Y3WbkWV/" width="403" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"I made a plan," the
lady said, she pointed out everyone’s sleeping place.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And everyone agreed.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They were all very satisfied in their individual sleeping cabin.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWrAb9jmfx7AoeYh_nIbV7U0e4g_hVWPE9VW0N6kFTKsK6wnsH_taKppuVmXHuydAWUsidpHT9mA3YJYqK4EPJmLSkfugbzU1oSTuKjveYIxiX4ADQY80MfZgjMjEr9cwv7EEMqdlvRTk/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="311" data-original-width="415" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWrAb9jmfx7AoeYh_nIbV7U0e4g_hVWPE9VW0N6kFTKsK6wnsH_taKppuVmXHuydAWUsidpHT9mA3YJYqK4EPJmLSkfugbzU1oSTuKjveYIxiX4ADQY80MfZgjMjEr9cwv7EEMqdlvRTk/w433-h325/image.png" width="433" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Now you can take your backpack off serious," said the leader.
"Well uh, no, I'll keep it on for a while" said serious and blushed</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C_zAxSnARFnbyfZ3a9n3V9Id5abvuO5FLxlvBSWxPCj6Q2fJWrsiv9HkawDHiBGnGoxvCe8a0rjLTgUcA3ATNqQrdeq0Yix5uqDFqjwWl5ViO3LvqXo4NG7HjpjueqhRZiIbuH_thuG0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="358" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C_zAxSnARFnbyfZ3a9n3V9Id5abvuO5FLxlvBSWxPCj6Q2fJWrsiv9HkawDHiBGnGoxvCe8a0rjLTgUcA3ATNqQrdeq0Yix5uqDFqjwWl5ViO3LvqXo4NG7HjpjueqhRZiIbuH_thuG0/w283-h354/image.png" width="283" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">When
all the penguins were happy in their cabins, the lady, Melvin and the man from
the 70's house walked down the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Melvin said, “Gee, it wasn't that bad. They didn't even have a comment .
Even the widow and the leader were satisfied.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady said confidently, "Oh well, it depends on how you bring
it. You just have to properly assess the intellectual perception of refugees. A
matter of great empathic ability ”.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Melvin and the man from the 70's house looked at each other and
shrugged. "Never mind" they both thought.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone was satisfied and that was good.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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</w:wrap></v:imagedata></v:shape><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Finally it was evening and the penguins could go to their cabins. Wonderful!<o:p></o:p></span></p><i>You can read former chapters of this story using "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i><p></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-22919635235012630922021-02-18T01:30:00.005-08:002021-02-18T01:30:47.207-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">15. PRESENT PART-2<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everyone likes to go to de Lauwerkrans, but the little one likes it the
best.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He always gets a treat from the grandmothers.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He knows he must not disturb the members playing bridge.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But the best thing is the workshop. All kinds of broken and new things
are made there. And there is a train track. Grandpa runs the train in front of
him, that's great.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCIrNdtQmqS9qTtiYujB3XfFQRZVMc5KxMBLg20D79HuzDcQ7qjVK9XpqvP3Mm6vFk9Vfr-urKCbAf4HPTFWWxBy9Jaam3MBTgq3jtDYFjS_OCE9R1osu2aBp5Sj-4XxhDcCsSnfqkm90/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="470" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCIrNdtQmqS9qTtiYujB3XfFQRZVMc5KxMBLg20D79HuzDcQ7qjVK9XpqvP3Mm6vFk9Vfr-urKCbAf4HPTFWWxBy9Jaam3MBTgq3jtDYFjS_OCE9R1osu2aBp5Sj-4XxhDcCsSnfqkm90/w400-h344/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">He can sit on the table because he has learned that he is not allowed to
touch anything. That moving train, he can't get enough of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrCjajsZ5bzeO2TUwfOwK3prs1oE5ktqw8lub8xhXe1pSJiCZrpYwwN28UkdgVe6wBKUbikW9RVORyzFL6uVMUOOv_8HfHiG0ChNSOxSPtyHaemLtE8ANl7OJsB5CKj04wgHB9l7xfeyi/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="381" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrCjajsZ5bzeO2TUwfOwK3prs1oE5ktqw8lub8xhXe1pSJiCZrpYwwN28UkdgVe6wBKUbikW9RVORyzFL6uVMUOOv_8HfHiG0ChNSOxSPtyHaemLtE8ANl7OJsB5CKj04wgHB9l7xfeyi/w353-h264/image.png" width="353" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But now he is sitting on the stairs and is a bit bored. Everyone is away
or busy.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I have nothing to do here at all," he thinks, feeling a
little sorry for himself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Hello little one" is said, "are you there?"<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Little one looks up. Hey, there comes Grandpa on his mobility scooter .</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What does he have in his basket?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A present, just like adolescent got. Wow!<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In the blink of an eye, he sits on grandpa’s </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">mobility scooter and immediately starts to
unpack.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I made something for you to play with".</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnsc18ZiDIw_HbVmlWK3Uo7fs1rezInLFIh1N7_jsl8v2dEbZty17Xd194E_PcE09qkZuRRCEe_MOT2_uXean6l1t9lp_q2ALIsSAP0GyJOqEdkSVHjnmgpIeXEc9F_tK_6e1zzTSwxEE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="290" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnsc18ZiDIw_HbVmlWK3Uo7fs1rezInLFIh1N7_jsl8v2dEbZty17Xd194E_PcE09qkZuRRCEe_MOT2_uXean6l1t9lp_q2ALIsSAP0GyJOqEdkSVHjnmgpIeXEc9F_tK_6e1zzTSwxEE/w259-h345/image.png" width="259" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij73Ztm9EfuwyP9xizZzT1hXXUsOIjBLDpiTmDBpIgyvSOKy8k2LQGRt7WnYs_oF8C8-kd4So9X3eDnSpLxpnHooXA4cm_2-ZQ6ugFhdSgFG2t0gGkw5hbzxHD2aM0QXj1s2-QdxP4OXiT/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="231" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij73Ztm9EfuwyP9xizZzT1hXXUsOIjBLDpiTmDBpIgyvSOKy8k2LQGRt7WnYs_oF8C8-kd4So9X3eDnSpLxpnHooXA4cm_2-ZQ6ugFhdSgFG2t0gGkw5hbzxHD2aM0QXj1s2-QdxP4OXiT/" width="284" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">At first little one did not know what it was. It is so big. Grandpa had
to show it, it is a toy penguin with flapping feet. And although it is actually
still too big for the little one, he is very happy with it. And thus……..<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rn7so_-s2dsEA0mEkunKx4KZ6YYrTwO1nlOSS0wZgKOE4iLc9qiBirF2YLCMJm7TZKrFuDHZ9DXZB5olXGAandclSPyrtA8yb5TDsdC4zgdP_Q531dRUBdNLY3GHnk5loCMG4sDwBmNk/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="387" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rn7so_-s2dsEA0mEkunKx4KZ6YYrTwO1nlOSS0wZgKOE4iLc9qiBirF2YLCMJm7TZKrFuDHZ9DXZB5olXGAandclSPyrtA8yb5TDsdC4zgdP_Q531dRUBdNLY3GHnk5loCMG4sDwBmNk/w324-h362/image.png" width="324" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Grandpa also got a kiss.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">To everyone who came home little one showed his new toy. The adolescent
thought it was “wow”, the bachelors said “cool” and the widow said “nice”. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>If you like te read former chapters, use "blogarchief" on the right.<br />My webshop: https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-51881551779607387352021-02-17T01:06:00.003-08:002021-02-17T01:06:36.354-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">14. PRESENT PART 1<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The first days in Het Dierenhuis were fantastic!</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Wonderfully relaxed and cheerful. Everyone was a lot outside exploring.
They became welcome visitors to de Lauwerkrans, went to the 70's house and also
to het Kanthuisje.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And if there were any problems, they just looked for a solution. For
example: de Lauwerkrans had many members. Madam so and so, mister so and so,
the penguins just couldn't remember all those names . Until adolescent said, “I
call all the ladies Grandma and all the men Grandpa. And of course Melvin ”.
Problem solved.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Everything had to be investigated and tried. Especially the bachelors,
the adolescent and the little one enjoyed this free life. And they deserved it
because they had had a really hard time. The little one got naughty and spoiled
by everyone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPvYAxGvftr0Yam6-bDgH7na4T4gdUOQnMeO6PKPNLkyiIZom8v9LTun7f7QYpvLIL_0RMGg5j3SQ6zu8MWHMl2FnkEesmYybPiOTC8P-TLRDVPktvZt3IbsvvPdVjTwPJXATcyy9k63-/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="198" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPvYAxGvftr0Yam6-bDgH7na4T4gdUOQnMeO6PKPNLkyiIZom8v9LTun7f7QYpvLIL_0RMGg5j3SQ6zu8MWHMl2FnkEesmYybPiOTC8P-TLRDVPktvZt3IbsvvPdVjTwPJXATcyy9k63-/w247-h331/image.png" width="247" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The bachelor slips off the handrail
and the little one stands on the banister. The young couple is still watching
anxiously, but they soon see that the little one can do it.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The little one and the adolescent
do tricks.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNK1QLRYAL_4ib2zvINnHBAbRLKRxv4Uh-TNl3nMFt4MOIoEYo5gTu2BOjxUFmTXjE8MbAiuNj06AEzXlEbxi55eL31sFyqiuS9XQelMyk2tw-PduivGVJhP74d-GUmbrrOvuJeOigdIM/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="232" data-original-width="173" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYNK1QLRYAL_4ib2zvINnHBAbRLKRxv4Uh-TNl3nMFt4MOIoEYo5gTu2BOjxUFmTXjE8MbAiuNj06AEzXlEbxi55eL31sFyqiuS9XQelMyk2tw-PduivGVJhP74d-GUmbrrOvuJeOigdIM/" width="179" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600"
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</v:shape><![endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The bachelors' favorite chill
spot.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9J5BAfxdTkVWQ1r6JCxdAMww7kIlG1LQ0RR-5JZQnnnYyDD3xMTAOv0ed42Mob2vZweKs0jKw_urbYocXnmo-ChJUXscbEmwixLG_bmGKpFbhJWd_elzL_0rNFG_QN3VzqcLBpyhwb2Gg/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="230" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9J5BAfxdTkVWQ1r6JCxdAMww7kIlG1LQ0RR-5JZQnnnYyDD3xMTAOv0ed42Mob2vZweKs0jKw_urbYocXnmo-ChJUXscbEmwixLG_bmGKpFbhJWd_elzL_0rNFG_QN3VzqcLBpyhwb2Gg/" width="294" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The Little one even climbs into the leader's jacket. All the way up.
Everyone holds their breath but…. the leader laughs and approves.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then he also wants to climb into the assistant's jacket. But that coat
is made of shiny yarn. Way too slippery to climb in.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: right;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OxpbWa5JRrLeGwDHjwpkPxzZA1yRHNxfGdgJh-yrn_P8ZEhNvMG7DzKo8FBqT9uih7XXrEHWIZEAiGqXrzjqQwnIFLEaC9U7mxhAAIWv7VNk_su4hWvm0tuAWAReqmvBCz6ju7pM94WA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="195" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OxpbWa5JRrLeGwDHjwpkPxzZA1yRHNxfGdgJh-yrn_P8ZEhNvMG7DzKo8FBqT9uih7XXrEHWIZEAiGqXrzjqQwnIFLEaC9U7mxhAAIWv7VNk_su4hWvm0tuAWAReqmvBCz6ju7pM94WA/w247-h274/image.png" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6N331ZRUtgMDfnA3e2azzzdm4jhZqjRFhq8pqYUILAvKgvWIGQMaV7AVrGqg-5Xnqq4cweG3770wUOV4O3jvBsjDt-jAT_RIXedbe6k99ncPhqDSDXdQRBE8AFhW9Y7JxsPoxabxKnha/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="163" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6N331ZRUtgMDfnA3e2azzzdm4jhZqjRFhq8pqYUILAvKgvWIGQMaV7AVrGqg-5Xnqq4cweG3770wUOV4O3jvBsjDt-jAT_RIXedbe6k99ncPhqDSDXdQRBE8AFhW9Y7JxsPoxabxKnha/w246-h294/image.png" width="246" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhT80hCXmDH-TJlSntfwwVxHNmJ_GhNM0IhP5ZcAgPlhk0AaDUR8tIui87sB7Ycnnp9jhsWXNd0yaFgj5xl6TwVnLfwIlNgRHEWG1A9vj0pnGp4Nybqio6qOMz_ZUzTkJuL50j_cwncNki/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="178" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhT80hCXmDH-TJlSntfwwVxHNmJ_GhNM0IhP5ZcAgPlhk0AaDUR8tIui87sB7Ycnnp9jhsWXNd0yaFgj5xl6TwVnLfwIlNgRHEWG1A9vj0pnGp4Nybqio6qOMz_ZUzTkJuL50j_cwncNki/w248-h275/image.png" width="248" /></a></div></div></div></span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Yoo hoe, yoo hoe" suddenly sounds from outside.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 12pt;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Hey, that's grandma,"
says the adolescent who was playing with the little one. He quickly scrambles
to his feet.</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvMgdTuKdKYxPyLsNas7L4GMT-PogR5Mx1dKnGX-vl7wEXy6m2_HhDn5w8X2Yo_mxntYOHD3bnDtn4B24mJcRewYWD36mz-7aCF5WzDxzCg6IFeXkehdqMc4rOPFwRree3D0IClQjxUzH/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="330" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvMgdTuKdKYxPyLsNas7L4GMT-PogR5Mx1dKnGX-vl7wEXy6m2_HhDn5w8X2Yo_mxntYOHD3bnDtn4B24mJcRewYWD36mz-7aCF5WzDxzCg6IFeXkehdqMc4rOPFwRree3D0IClQjxUzH/w358-h280/image.png" width="358" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkVEpeKM0ZkWU94sGCowj5Zt5b8kLu0H5gZpg94yl2S_42E4P9foujMN35PuT7spTgKHjYzMqeViazuu36azEAwFW-5ol8G0tvG19Rx113uhzDxnb3oa5rRc1naq4lxTU5Xu7xxG_3WYT/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="196" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkVEpeKM0ZkWU94sGCowj5Zt5b8kLu0H5gZpg94yl2S_42E4P9foujMN35PuT7spTgKHjYzMqeViazuu36azEAwFW-5ol8G0tvG19Rx113uhzDxnb3oa5rRc1naq4lxTU5Xu7xxG_3WYT/w215-h287/image.png" width="215" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"I brought you a present," Grandma says. The little one sees
it and thinks: "I would like that too". Adolescent quickly opens the
package and finds a knitted grey mitten.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQNWUQ2XHhcjAleNLZToMGsZ4uvtIyXgH5eqozJwZYzjxbPpNRo4Pd7NzfQmkYxoaGNFw6fCgtfogMytey9wgkPxBu3EOXJJENMH8z9L65d-iGLphdhfXO0jG8RDrjOdYlefy-u1xPaKN/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="342" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQNWUQ2XHhcjAleNLZToMGsZ4uvtIyXgH5eqozJwZYzjxbPpNRo4Pd7NzfQmkYxoaGNFw6fCgtfogMytey9wgkPxBu3EOXJJENMH8z9L65d-iGLphdhfXO0jG8RDrjOdYlefy-u1xPaKN/w312-h303/image.png" width="312" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJZvBeI8GAy_QilTa_Pqh-huH1CdcXoRu1ABoBSWb5Uqv1i9Gq5JSUAQEe_nIcnrYCgNEokGsCCZawliRC7CWPQubm3gxPVov1o1hHUFcbfNQjaHLeKXoaOoUNMF-GYRu0w2__0lLzka8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="248" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjJZvBeI8GAy_QilTa_Pqh-huH1CdcXoRu1ABoBSWb5Uqv1i9Gq5JSUAQEe_nIcnrYCgNEokGsCCZawliRC7CWPQubm3gxPVov1o1hHUFcbfNQjaHLeKXoaOoUNMF-GYRu0w2__0lLzka8/w249-h332/image.png" width="249" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Grandma says, "maybe it's not quite the right colour, but it was
the only grey colour I had." Actually, the colour does not match at all,
but adolescent does not dare to say that. He wonders if he is happy with this
mitten. But it fits very well.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5odioF62ChvjiV5ge0dKaY_s3JtqLuakmO8Wya14Iwql8It2I1IWVp-v_OZ42hcWb1bi3_0T58V3wnwmrUiYM4gqESQIKUwJbSK6jx1ebn_phOw8wbxr2UHv0nKKIr-blw9z9otFYKW4O/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="287" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5odioF62ChvjiV5ge0dKaY_s3JtqLuakmO8Wya14Iwql8It2I1IWVp-v_OZ42hcWb1bi3_0T58V3wnwmrUiYM4gqESQIKUwJbSK6jx1ebn_phOw8wbxr2UHv0nKKIr-blw9z9otFYKW4O/w251-h335/image.png" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Thank you Grandma," he exclaims. Because that's polite to
say. "I'm very happy with it".<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And he wants to give Grandma a kiss.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now grandma has to bend very far forward.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She almost falls, luckily she has her stick.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She will still have back pain for a few days but she does not mind.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A kiss!<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She secretly wipes away a tear.</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /><br /><br /></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /></span></div> </div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574959593014386577.post-45481149351316855122021-02-15T12:35:00.002-08:002021-02-15T23:42:01.642-08:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">13 . THE OPENING<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And then the big day came. All penguins were washed clean and well in
time at de Dierenhuis<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It was already crowded. Everyone on the street was invited. They saw the
club members of senior daycentre De Lauwerkrans, the young couple with their
baby from the 1970s house and also the lady of het Kanthuisje. They had not met
her yet.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They never went to het Kanthuisje. It was such an elegant place with all
the beautiful laces. Very distinguished customers came in expensive cars to the
shop. But the lady from the lace shop was really nice.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And so they were all waiting
for what was to come.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YPdvhnScQBGX2Mlo-yoVLNloqg8Saz_axR4CGgnMG1jEp8EfqEmK8JCyS3L37B7sTlSiH_G_dXG-5KG5f0TdU2Nl1raRRWD3DPn2xfP8qcjGgk_YhzORyCdRQBFVAchOZ-4iF3fT8NVV/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="577" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YPdvhnScQBGX2Mlo-yoVLNloqg8Saz_axR4CGgnMG1jEp8EfqEmK8JCyS3L37B7sTlSiH_G_dXG-5KG5f0TdU2Nl1raRRWD3DPn2xfP8qcjGgk_YhzORyCdRQBFVAchOZ-4iF3fT8NVV/w431-h352/image.png" width="431" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The house was beautifully decorated, but the wait was very long.
Fortunately, Melvin, the administrator of de Lauwerkrans, had set up chairs for
the oldies.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The dachshund from the 70s house and the little one entertained
everyone.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They ran after each other and between people. Everyone laughed at them.
Until ... ... they finally heard the scooter of the lady of the ASC.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGBPiibE_G-Z8yo1Xjxi7i6kFB6MczNx-3CU8gOjG8ykNUf2QsrzohNK4gxMsRGY2kvesw10dXfCGGY9UuTpyCeMSI45V2qdp1QS4m6YvQztu8ljvE6__EGROTwHmH8hyphenhyphens6g4kMviPlKC/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="280" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGBPiibE_G-Z8yo1Xjxi7i6kFB6MczNx-3CU8gOjG8ykNUf2QsrzohNK4gxMsRGY2kvesw10dXfCGGY9UuTpyCeMSI45V2qdp1QS4m6YvQztu8ljvE6__EGROTwHmH8hyphenhyphens6g4kMviPlKC/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There she was. She had a kind of confused story about why she was so
late, which no one understood.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjO0yrcQKviFyaYu1l1t7g9xsabd2klEEnzyhlgQHNHx5_3OUJO_RlkZ7ZKwOTUNRT7ZPVJ0OjM-mOAnvpEJD59jpHCErbIFQPODq6S5NZB07gcVCn92XvuFfQuBD4Y-09Hhhf5xSUxNN5/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="605" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjO0yrcQKviFyaYu1l1t7g9xsabd2klEEnzyhlgQHNHx5_3OUJO_RlkZ7ZKwOTUNRT7ZPVJ0OjM-mOAnvpEJD59jpHCErbIFQPODq6S5NZB07gcVCn92XvuFfQuBD4Y-09Hhhf5xSUxNN5/w401-h217/image.png" width="401" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">After a speech that fortunately did not last very long, she declared Het
Dierenhuis open and the penguins were finally allowed to view their new home.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's go and have a
look," said the lady. "Follow me."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFnfro6hsDlyathUaZ_noA6uFfE3m8dEGvLu1ke57-LFBHf0T7CI3BG-Yir8y1aV7sAk6OzjJY3ly223m8ygeMMyqcZBht_ODD8kpQWWfQ2pd7pXJnRLbLtbd8_3VtwwalXYZSXwK-8de/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="345" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFnfro6hsDlyathUaZ_noA6uFfE3m8dEGvLu1ke57-LFBHf0T7CI3BG-Yir8y1aV7sAk6OzjJY3ly223m8ygeMMyqcZBht_ODD8kpQWWfQ2pd7pXJnRLbLtbd8_3VtwwalXYZSXwK-8de/w376-h285/image.png" width="376" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB">"I smell fish"
cried the adolescent who was suddenly completely distracted. And the other
penguins also wanted to go straight to that nice fishy smell.</span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20pt;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">They had not eaten
fish for so long. But no, that was not allowed. "We will first look at the
house," said the lady, "that fish will come soon." That was hard.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPMM9bgwtG4Q1wRObBhSY4cSI14tK18LMB0phUjpaDLYUYB7v2uSv839XwkdzCqaWnhko6ifLYRdi6iPRB6T9i5drYiPYPIBw13tmViq6P3XDdL4WLoS6OUxrnrSgo1enT6rjtIVIygvu/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="269" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPMM9bgwtG4Q1wRObBhSY4cSI14tK18LMB0phUjpaDLYUYB7v2uSv839XwkdzCqaWnhko6ifLYRdi6iPRB6T9i5drYiPYPIBw13tmViq6P3XDdL4WLoS6OUxrnrSgo1enT6rjtIVIygvu/w284-h379/image.png" width="284" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">They thought it was a beautiful room. A nice smooth floor that you could
slide on. Fun! And beautiful wallpaper in the colour of the South Pole. Also
nice.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And meanwhile they were right above that wonderful fishy smell. It made
them restless. Could they already leave?<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Joehoe, we are also coming to see", they heard from the
stairs. More people came to see their house. Now of course they could not go to
the fish for the time being.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">
</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyNFitv4qtr82r1dSQTZ7TUWcERGGeLqsggaQzfDCg-5gv6kxOpjr0T3l2VJorDPWUZWQtWN_JqcBekuTny9bQITwq3nFHxfpSRGHALVgP2qeRGckTS1i_gFn66hUFQlGHSIJcl2T2wLv/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="403" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyNFitv4qtr82r1dSQTZ7TUWcERGGeLqsggaQzfDCg-5gv6kxOpjr0T3l2VJorDPWUZWQtWN_JqcBekuTny9bQITwq3nFHxfpSRGHALVgP2qeRGckTS1i_gFn66hUFQlGHSIJcl2T2wLv/w388-h400/image.png" width="388" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lady from the lace shop, Melvin of de Lauwerkrans and the young
couple from the seventies house came up the stairs. It is a beautiful house,
but very empty, they thought. But they didn't say that. Because the penguins
came from a completely different culture and they might have wanted it that
way.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfO2y1Mdl3-_Jn-lJyMj44AJ03Dco_7IU8Jg5k16Nom-cskmLTSV4COmf7UnChsPItbDWp8zLEVjkTaM2ziqOFK-qB9ntkC4X1HrD30UofY4h7FW3yjil55t-njaVuFaGs1cdO8ZDwFpa/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="378" height="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfO2y1Mdl3-_Jn-lJyMj44AJ03Dco_7IU8Jg5k16Nom-cskmLTSV4COmf7UnChsPItbDWp8zLEVjkTaM2ziqOFK-qB9ntkC4X1HrD30UofY4h7FW3yjil55t-njaVuFaGs1cdO8ZDwFpa/w444-h503/image.png" width="444" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> "Beware, the little one is
almost falling," said the lady.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSkai3Z96LiPJC8Yf1kvt1Kf-Xa4TINnZaNHa5r7PEQzmo6SfxyokasPYWiJy5C0nmdqaoWVtJzOGSj8YViCmepKq_AvWBnzCFCVsH9oE8O0nAsYKBMmXEeZHXZa82JVdzllIXDeaoeT1/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="121" data-original-width="109" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSkai3Z96LiPJC8Yf1kvt1Kf-Xa4TINnZaNHa5r7PEQzmo6SfxyokasPYWiJy5C0nmdqaoWVtJzOGSj8YViCmepKq_AvWBnzCFCVsH9oE8O0nAsYKBMmXEeZHXZa82JVdzllIXDeaoeT1/" width="216" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And then it got really pleasant.
The penguins immediately flew to the fish and soon they had eaten everything. Luckily,
a lady had brought de Lauwerkrans serving rollator with tasty wine and
chocolates and biscuits. A real good party!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt13eErROWSLLZxgXgzCrS3Ndcc6R_YIZFupTKmOvNdORx5sZlUNqYhZS-OJnXd25GQEEzG56EROzMNVhcmAAdHfktLpygE-0uU_t8c3tDfCIIc0fmgZnlCQK2gnJQOblxIqHHfqoJo5Jj/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="284" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt13eErROWSLLZxgXgzCrS3Ndcc6R_YIZFupTKmOvNdORx5sZlUNqYhZS-OJnXd25GQEEzG56EROzMNVhcmAAdHfktLpygE-0uU_t8c3tDfCIIc0fmgZnlCQK2gnJQOblxIqHHfqoJo5Jj/w454-h339/image.png" width="454" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> A woman asked to the adolescent
why he wore only 1 mitten. Adolescent told the story of his grandmother and the
mitten he had lost in the sand. She was very sorry for him . Fortunately, she
had a sticky candy in her bag. Adolescent accepted the candy and thanked
politely. But he didn't put it in his mouth. She would not notice it, he
thought, much too old.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEze94OSMGtA7N0Q0PaCnouRDGpbulHTZZq57WYnUGTjOM8yPzcADlX0ywQZLAh6-VV8DOBtyhvkQRhf8lKiGbt9XXI5ZXqEt5p5HErZBC0shSfOTVbYd2spa45js5ZQcAYz-8BzmpCQS7/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="264" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEze94OSMGtA7N0Q0PaCnouRDGpbulHTZZq57WYnUGTjOM8yPzcADlX0ywQZLAh6-VV8DOBtyhvkQRhf8lKiGbt9XXI5ZXqEt5p5HErZBC0shSfOTVbYd2spa45js5ZQcAYz-8BzmpCQS7/w413-h312/image.png" width="413" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">"Why do you always wear that backpack," asked a lady. The
serious penguin blushed and stuttered a bit: “I'm so used to that. Actually I
dare not take it off because I will feel completely naked. ”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCoJMIMOa0rE8pQl78j0_WeqtuCqLhFeZaUztxUrELfYPiqwvTMUj8XO8A2lMBecaomd7sEedQFS2TL_K8a6mIfzP2gdtuMCgUx81E1LbRXbFZsJfNZKi_zDFybAmp0hM12i_5biXaBA_/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="233" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCoJMIMOa0rE8pQl78j0_WeqtuCqLhFeZaUztxUrELfYPiqwvTMUj8XO8A2lMBecaomd7sEedQFS2TL_K8a6mIfzP2gdtuMCgUx81E1LbRXbFZsJfNZKi_zDFybAmp0hM12i_5biXaBA_/w320-h325/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And so they all had something to chat. The widow went to an old
gentleman from the Lauwerkrans. She thought he looked a little sad and wanted
to cheer him up.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But the man was so startled
that he almost slipped from his chair. He was not used to refugees.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0PPj0m02lOll_y3iIT8xjNIK-v8r0KwthGxt3N6pjfNxR9QRDLh09QvtixqF571R68C2ms20k24b6yMlaL2XagoMBuTBSUZ_9nSwGR4svrB43-Ogx1g3V0yVsdnjZcqAdtQSpLmVW70l/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="291" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0PPj0m02lOll_y3iIT8xjNIK-v8r0KwthGxt3N6pjfNxR9QRDLh09QvtixqF571R68C2ms20k24b6yMlaL2XagoMBuTBSUZ_9nSwGR4svrB43-Ogx1g3V0yVsdnjZcqAdtQSpLmVW70l/w348-h291/image.png" width="348" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnvLOQt1mxP68BRLyOV_jzyxRPhjioelBKaPN6v5crSx2rf9GgUWL-NcUiVQYPZpsyttuPE_YoO-ON-YnVWF6y-P_Coax_tVbHDaE7L3VQRwQ8hKoCr7FlTKcVFLtz-MJyRE0mk6xio3J/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="289" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnvLOQt1mxP68BRLyOV_jzyxRPhjioelBKaPN6v5crSx2rf9GgUWL-NcUiVQYPZpsyttuPE_YoO-ON-YnVWF6y-P_Coax_tVbHDaE7L3VQRwQ8hKoCr7FlTKcVFLtz-MJyRE0mk6xio3J/w344-h291/image.png" width="344" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And then the party was over. Everyone went home. The little flags were
removed and the food cleared away.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The penguins noticed how tired they actually were.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They walked to their room and,
out of habit, gathered together. That's how they always slept. Like at the
South Pole. That way they protected each other and kept each other warm.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKlglVLslvzMDC91rt5yrBHOeoUfFwB1tMXuFsbI6pgNmlb4_IZ90S56sc_Nv-Wp8bps9FPxzlyKm7_nfhJ2xg5uCXkwmbZg4kK0iUxdsR_lR2sdbRdnqeEM7v-J3QoyYjewVgrKnc9gl/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="605" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKlglVLslvzMDC91rt5yrBHOeoUfFwB1tMXuFsbI6pgNmlb4_IZ90S56sc_Nv-Wp8bps9FPxzlyKm7_nfhJ2xg5uCXkwmbZg4kK0iUxdsR_lR2sdbRdnqeEM7v-J3QoyYjewVgrKnc9gl/w505-h379/image.png" width="505" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"> Good night.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><i>That was a long chapter! You can read former posts by using the "blogarchief "on the right.<br />My webshop https://miniaturenannelies.nl</i></span></div><p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span></p>Annelies de Korthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16341897579733168434noreply@blogger.com0