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By Jack Kuperman
Friday, April 24, 2009

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1877 words.

How wonderful is it to live!

I remember that when I was very young I did not think so. I wasn't born like I am now but in many pieces. With the time, because of my neighbors' pressure Parts stuck one to another and I became one. And now I truly feel good.

I lie on my back, relaxed, not worrying about anything. The sun caresses me. Soon it will rain and I will wash myself in the cold streams created after it. In meantime, I flirt with my neighbor from below.

She turned on me a few years ago. She was so hot that I began to perspire. This cooled her slightly but she still remained hot.

"How are things going, my blackish one?" I tell her with warmth and push her in all the right places.

She giggles and chuckles: "You tickle me. But wait, don't cease."

When she can have it no more and almost explodes from pleasure, I slacken a little and say: "I am sure you won't guess what I have for you. I collected them during the week."

"Or my darling, you pamper me. You always worry that I will fatten and look good. Discover me the truth, what did you bring me this time, my prince?"

And I show her a loot of cockroaches, ant and bacteria. Oil, my dearest neighbor, swallows all and immediately begins to change everything to more oil. I help by putting pressure on her.

"You are so strong! Where I will be able to find someone else this strong? You are not like my previous suitor. So Weakly. All of him chalk and nothing more. You always will care for me. Or my darling!"

And I press. What can I do? It's all I am able to do. After all, I am a cliff. A Basalt cliff. But I am content. It is million years that I live and will live more and more. I don't have cracks like other rocks have. I am younger.

And I fall asleep with a smile.

Through my dreamland walking I felt shoves and jogs, but I continued to doze. And suddenly I felt a vehement fervency. I opened my eyes and said to the oil:

"My sweety, you get too hot once more. Calm down."

"But I do not know what happens to me. Someone turned me hot and lit me, but I do not know who it is. Help me! I am burning!"

And then I looked around and I understood what happened. There was an earthquake and lava from the volcano began to break out. Everything around was red and burning.

I warmed up terribly and began to dissolve .

"What is this! What arrogance! I lay quietly, not disturbing anyone, I enjoyed life, and suddenly someone wants to kill me!" Those were my last thoughts. I melted completely.


How wonderful is it to live!

I remember that in the childhood I did not think so. When I was born I was not like I am now but lived in the earth and was very dirty. I didn't like that life at all.

But with the time I grew up, and today I am outside. I am very beautiful. At least all my neighbors think so.

I stand in the very light wind. Very pleasant. Who didn't try it, can't appreciate.

I stretch myself lazily. By my side stands cyclamen. I wait for the gust of the wind in order to catch her in my leaves.

She vibrates entirely. Either from the wind or from my contact.

"Are you cold, darling? Do you want that me to hug you?"

-"Silly boy. Don't ask such questions. Simply do it."

But I need to wait for the new gust of wind, because only then I will be able to approach to her. What can I do? After all, I am just a flower. Daffodil.

The wind arrived, but instead of sending me to the arms of my sweetie, bent me towards an oak tree.

"Traitor! How can you! You already stopped to love me! Engage with other. And with whom?! With oak! Gay!! Blue!!! I will tell everything to my mother. I will find someone else!"

What can I do? This, after all, is not controlled by me. This is a natural impulse.

To my luck, the wind changed the direction and I hurried to embrace the cyclamen. She did not relax immediately. "Gay! Gay, Gaaa, Gaaaaa". She became soft in my stem that went around her, smiled, kissed me and fall asleep. How little a woman needs in order to be happy!

I remembered as in previous life I was a cliff and wooed after oil. Then too I wouldn't need to do much in order to please her.

Suddenly the cyclamen disappeared from between my stem.

"What happened my sweety?" But I saw what happened to her. A cow that rambled in the field, approached us and lazily ate a sweetie of my heart. Alas! What I will do without her? The cow stooped above me, opened a mouth.

And closed. "Why so dark? Where am I?" And then I understood : in the stomach of the animal.

In the stomach?! I was never in a stomach. What should I do? Chill passed in me and I felt why: around me was stinging liquid - this surely is the stomach juice.

It is itchy. Very itchy. I feel that my leaves start to dissolve. And I myself dissolve. Dissolve. Dis...


What a bright sky! And such a warm sun! I jump in the field and don't know any concerns. Life is yummy! In particular when you are a horse and what's more - young!

Here near an oak tree stands a cow and chews flowers.

Chews flowers? Flowers! How she can?!

I am galloping to an oak tree, put a strong cry and the cow goes away indolently. How can she eat flowers? It's such a beautiful thing. I was a flower before I became the horse. How does not she understand? I need to run and tell to my mother. But where is she? Hah! There she is, in the woods. With all the other horses. I must hurry and tell her. But what's this? ! A tractor! He goes straight in my direction. The driver is speaking on his mobile and don't see me! Oh dear! The weeeel!!!....


Wolf is a strong animal. Very strong. I am a wolf. Very young in age, maybe, but my dear mother wonders all the time how is it that I was born and already understood so much.

I am a wolf. And I am proud of this. Let them say what they want, but we, the wolves, are very strong animals. The strongest. At least I didn't see yet someone more mighty. I know that there are more beautiful animals like horses, cows or flowers (or maybe a flower isn't an animal? Have to ask my mother), but nobody is so vigorous!

When I will grow, I will be the strongest. Even stronger that my father. Even stronger that our leader. When I will grow...

But in the meantime it's time for the meal. I need to hunt something. The leader returned from his search and said that he saw horses in the woods.

Horses?!! Shudder passed through me. How is it possible to eat horses! They are so pretty and full of life. I do not want!!!

The leader approached to me and said: "Nonsense my boy, nonsense. And in order that you'll have more vigor, take this," and he lifted his paw and gave me a hit on the bottom. I am still very young and don't have enough power in my legs, and so I fell ahead. And this is not the leader's guilt that down there was a stone. I received a huge smack. My head got dizzy, dizzzy...


Moo! What a beautiful herb. I am a cow that needs to give milk, therefore I must eat much. This is my target in the live, to eat much. Without excitement, without eagerness. To eat and to eat. These flies are such a nuisance. Disturbing to eat. They do not know that I have a weapon. Maybe you will taste a little of my tail.

That's better. And now to the really important matter, to eat. The only problem is what to eat? I am not able to it flowers. They are pretty to the extreme. Then what can I eat? I don't know already. I am very thin, maybe soon will die, but did not yet solve the problem, what to eat? And who is doing this noise there, in the woods? Hah, those are wolves. Wolves?

Oh yes. I know them. Actually I was one of them. These naughty wolves. They don't have anything to do but to run and to run. So be it.

I must eat. It's so tasty to eat. Question only what to eat?

But why the wolves don't stop noising? They don't understand that they are interfering? And even approach to me. Really, what arrogance.

"Moo! What do you want?" They stopped but didn't answer. Maybe they don't understand me. Then how is that I understand them? There one of them said: "Forgive me mother-wolf, but I really did not know that there was that stone. And also, horses heard the noise we did and fled. Oh, see. We have been lucky. There is a cow. I am really hungry." and all of them started to run towards me.

I said to them: "Don't you dare! You do such noise that even flies ceased to harass me. And where do you run at all? Hey you, stop! Stooop! Sto...


I ride home. My car makes problems. Suddenly a cow exits from the bushes. I brake. Of course the car goes out. I try to start it again but only after fourth time I succeed.

The cow still stands in the middle of the street. I exit from the car and try to convince it to budge.

Half an hour passes in this. My wife sure will worry. Well, there is no choice. I will have to walk

When I return home, my wife assail on me: "Where were you! You need to do so many things and you just loiter!" I told her about the cow, but she only got more irritated: "And on account of this you were delayed!" How can I explain to my wife, who was born in Korea, that we, Indians, were reincarnated from cows...

Instead of explaining, I go out to the yard. I need to domesticate the horse that my brother gave last year to my wife as a gift to her fourteenth birthday. The horse is very wild. I try to catch him, but he rises up on his rear legs and gives me a kick in the back. I fall paralyzed. What a pain! I try to crawl home, but apparently I did some bad movement and begin to loose my consciousness...


How wonderful is it to live!
I am once more a cliff. Such fun! Now I can finally to rest ...

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Reviewed by Georg Mateos 4/24/2009
People should try to hear to the last Native American elders, because they can tell wonders that has been passed by mouth for thousands years, and what we call legend...maybe is the truth, because we cannot prove otherwise.
"I am a wolf, and I am very proud of it" nearly hearing its howling inside us.


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