The secret to eternal youth
Once upon a time there was an old, old acorn. She was so old that no wild boar wanted to eat her. Every single boar passed by it and trampled it with their hooves, looking for younger and juicier acorns. With every hoof that steps on it, the old acorn sinks deeper into the mud and could no longer come out to the surface. She felt that the earth covered her and the darkness encompassed her. The acorn had already entered the ground. It felt so good! At last, she was no longer bothered by the rains, nor the heat, nor the hooves of wild boars, nor the noises of the forest animals. It was quiet. So quiet that she could sleep peacefully, no matter what. She felt so tired!
The acorn fell asleep. Slowly. Slowly. Dreaming of flying. He dreamed that he was rising. He dreamed that he was clinging to a ray and that he was riding it, like riding a mad horse, jumping over the hops of clouds and over splashes of rain.The horse saw the light and climbed so high towards the sun that the acorn could no longer see his toes or the lands from which he had left with his dream.
Someone called him. But who should it be? He looked at the angry horse in the sunlight, but the light-horse didn't speak: it was only quiet light…
Acorn looked to the right: there was only the moon. He looked to the left, there were only stars, he looked up, the whole sky was silent as a stone…
Acorn looked down and saw only branches and leaves. Many, many leaves: thousands, millions of leaves. And green acorns, smooth, like some emeralds hanging among the tufts of foliage.And, at the end, at the bottom of everything, he saw a white spot. What could it be?
The acorn rubbed his eyes. He looked again and what did he see? A snow globe was twirling and whirring towards him. He was a curious, cheerful and talkative cat who had been calling the acorn for several days. It seems that the acorn didn't hear him because of his thoughts. He was a very thoughtful acorn. The thoughts made so much noise in his head, that sometimes he had to ring the bell of the blinker to calm them down. Otherwise, they, the thoughts, would run around and shout at each other, like children during a long break.
-- Acorn! The cat woke him up again.
Since then, the white cat and the acorn from the heights remained undivided. Every evening, the acorn told the cat unheard stories, and the cat purred with joy and amazement. It is said that the acorn still tells stories to the white cat, because the stories kept the two friends young and, thus, they never grew old. If you listen carefully and quietly at night, you too can hear how the acorn still whispers, to cat, enchanted stories , written in the stars…
Rita Murgila
I Wish...a Family
56th Primary School of Heraklion
Teacher: Filio Panagiotaki
English teacher: Sylvia Dimitroulaki
(Continue the story)
“Oh, Mummy, I wish I were an acorn! I would grow to be tall and strong then!” said Jason.
“Everybody grows up and they become strong and tall. You, too, Jason, will be taller soon enough. But, what’s important is that you be a good person, love others and show respect no matter what.”
«Ποιος σου είπε αυτή την ιστορία, μαμά;» ρώτησε το αγόρι.
«Ήταν η πολύ αγαπημένη μου γιαγιά. Μου έλεγε κάθε λογής ιστορίες πριν τον ύπνο για πρίγκιπες και πριγκίπισσες, μαγικά φασόλια και δέντρα που μιλούσαν», απάντησε η μαμά του.
«Μαμά, είμαι κουρασμένη τώρα».
«Είναι ώρα να κοιμηθείς λίγο τώρα, Τζέισον. Κλείσε τα μάτια σου."
Ο Τζέισον είδε ένα όνειρο εκείνο το βράδυ. Ονειρευόταν ότι το βελανίδι είπε στη γάτα μια νέα ιστορία για ένα νεαρό αγόρι που λεγόταν Τζέισον….
Athina-Kyriaki Koutsouktoni- Aikaterini Soulidou/5th Primary School of Ioannina/Greece
Acorn story
….Once upon a time, my dear friend, as you already know, I was an acorn but not any acorn, I was the luckiest nut in the world. I was the seed of the oak that humbled god Zeus before my leaves. My transformation turned me into the sacred tree in the middle of the forest in Epirus where Zeus had its Oracle in ancient times. Zeus’ priests tried to uncover messages from the gods of Olympus by interpreting the rustling of my leaves.
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The secret to eternal youth
Once upon a time there was an old, old acorn. She was so old that no wild boar wanted to eat her. Every single boar passed by it and trampled it with their hooves, looking for younger and juicier acorns. With every hoof that steps on it, the old acorn sinks deeper into the mud and could no longer come out to the surface. She felt that the earth covered her and the darkness encompassed her. The acorn had already entered the ground. It felt so good! At last, she was no longer bothered by the rains, nor the heat, nor the hooves of wild boars, nor the noises of the forest animals. It was quiet. So quiet that she could sleep peacefully, no matter what. She felt so tired!
The acorn fell asleep. Slowly. Slowly. Dreaming of flying. He dreamed that he was rising. He dreamed that he was clinging to a ray and that he was riding it, like riding a mad horse, jumping over the hops of clouds and over splashes of rain.The horse saw the light and climbed so high towards the sun that the acorn could no longer see his toes or the lands from which he had left with his dream.
Someone called him. But who should it be? He looked at the angry horse in the sunlight, but the light-horse didn't speak: it was only quiet light…
Acorn looked to the right: there was only the moon. He looked to the left, there were only stars, he looked up, the whole sky was silent as a stone…
Acorn looked down and saw only branches and leaves. Many, many leaves: thousands, millions of leaves. And green acorns, smooth, like some emeralds hanging among the tufts of foliage.And, at the end, at the bottom of everything, he saw a white spot. What could it be?
The acorn rubbed his eyes. He looked again and what did he see? A snow globe was twirling and whirring towards him. He was a curious, cheerful and talkative cat who had been calling the acorn for several days. It seems that the acorn didn't hear him because of his thoughts. He was a very thoughtful acorn. The thoughts made so much noise in his head, that sometimes he had to ring the bell of the blinker to calm them down. Otherwise, they, the thoughts, would run around and shout at each other, like children during a long break.
-- Acorn! The cat woke him up again.
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