…though he didn’t understand their words
by theuglyearring
The armadillo would creep to the edge of the water and watch the frogs leaping and swimming in a frantic green ballet, and they would call back and forth, back and forth in beautiful, musical tones. He loved to listen to the music they made as they spoke, though he didn’t understand their words; which was just as well – for the frogs were laughing at this funny animal that wanted so badly to sing like a frog.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” sang the frogs as they played. “Armadillos can’t sing.”
(from: A Bolivian Legend)
(photo: here)
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a world made of frogs and armadillos….
(oooh the photos! the house, the lights, the long tables…)
it feels quite decadent. and gritty. like the armadillo shell.
for some reason I have always felt a closeness with the armadillo… not sure why. I think I’ve only seen one once burrowing away from me. They are quite wonderful creatures. I love that reading your blog jogs my mind and memories of wonderful childhood things.
i think the girls are infiltrating my intellectual capacity (or whatever this blog can be considered)! or maybe this is just the season for youth and related memories.
the armadillo is such a peculiar beast. the hard shell the long nose. the one that often goes unnoticed next to the giraffe at the zoo.