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The housecat brawl

 

Something sad happened last Sunday. The housecat came up in a brawl with a mouse. I had heard the mouse up in the attic for several days.
Sunday after dinner the mouse had come down in the livingroom. The cat laid on the sofa and could not sleep. The mouse walked gently beneath chairs and tables paying no heed to the cat. I heard it and was wondering how i should get the mouse out of the house.
First I will have to get out the cat, I thought, but too late. I saw how annoyed the cat was. He was beating his tail back and forth on the sofa. Then the sad thing happened. The cat jumped out of the sofa and attacked the little mouse.
It all happened so fast. The cat cornered the mouse and was suddenly standing in front of me with the mouse in his mouth. He seemed to be feeling proud of himself. But I thought it was a sad end for the little mouse.

 

Lillian Øvrelid Berge

 
 

Acrobat cat

It's that time of year now, the crows are teaching it's children to fly. Every morning I wake up because of the same noise. This morning too, but today it has to be something more that is on the roof, I thought. The thump was so heavy and the crows was giving a real near concert of noice. More thumbps and bumps, what noise!
Suddenly I heard gentle pattering in the attic. Birds had managed to get into the attic before, but now I had put netting in the open window and it shoud be near impossible to get in. But I thought it best to check it out. The old ladder going up to the attic creaked. At once I se nothing, only darkness. But then there was the window, a pale morningsun shine in.
A shape was there and I could see shine in two large eyes as I got closer. Mjaaaau, it was the neighbours cat. He sat there groming his fur and it was obvious that he had taken some beating. He was an acrobat with good claws, but this was just amazing. I was wondering if he had walked straight up the wall or if he had fallen from the tree to the roof.
I bet he had been trying to take one of the crow children. He had probably missed and it all went wrong. The crows were probably laughing at him. To think that he deared stir up the crows.

Lillian Øvrelid Berge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wild goose

 

When I heard the wild goose today I came to think about last summer. The wild goose was here all summer leaving it's business cards everywere. One could hardly walk a step without stepping in them.
One night in may I was cleaning the strawberry field for weed, I heard her cackle. I stood up to see where she was, and there was the whole wild goose family heading up the sea route. I hurried to get back of a tree, and there they came. First the goose mother, after her came six children with the goose father last.
The father placed himself on a little hill and had the full view in case of emerging dangers.
The wild goose children was fun to watch. They acted like little lambs in springtime and raced back and forth. Sometimes they ended up in a heap on the field. I guess there were some treats to be found in the grass.
After a little while mother goose layed down, like she was giving a signal. All the children raced too her. Some crawled up on her back to lie flat out and those who couldn't find place there creept really close to her. There they lie for a long time. It was so sweet to watch them.

Lillian Øvrelid Berge

 

 
     
 

The unmanageable rhubarb pudding

 

One of the funnies childhood memories came to mind when I was standing stiring the rhubarb soup.
The whole family was on visit to one of my favorit aunts. She was serving a meat stewpan for dinner and rhubarb pudding for dessert. Talk was trivial around the table and it was really comfortable at my aunts. Then came dessert.
"Please help yourselves", said my aunt. Dad got the bowl first and he took a spoon of pudding, but the pudding went right back into the bowl. He made another try, but the pudding stretched out of the spoon and right back into the bowl.
While dad was fighting the pudding we all saw how amusing it all was. The children started giggling, and suddenly dad started too. "If it don't want out, I'll make it. Give me a knife or some scissors dear aunt", he said. Dad always had a way.
Finally we all sat laughing, the unmanageable rhubarb pudding had to surrender. We ate it all up.

Lillian Øvrelid Berge