ALFRICON JUNGLERIA

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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Weave a tale in which you as a traveller are lost in a foreign city and you find help from an unlikely source.

Where are you going?

How did you get lost?

Who is it that helps you?

What do you learn about this person?

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ALFRICON JUNGLERIA

My visit to Alfricon Jungleria was meaningful and inspiring.

It is a city unknown to most people and the population is extremely low.

I arrived at a nearby international landing strip, built just for this great city.

The city is unlike any I have ever seen.  There are no motor vehicles. Everyone travels by foot, boat, or what I would call a make-shift rickshaw that resembles a horse carved out of a tree trunk.

I had a guide that helped me move about the city because the city was more like a jungle, hence, the name Alfricon Jungleria.

There are few shopping areas, miles of vegetation, and I saw all kinds of animals. Some roaming near the houses and all along the different paths we traveled.

We traveled for over an hour, but did not cover a great distance due to the vegetation and winding roads, or what I would consider as being just narrow paths.

I wondered away from  my guide, just trying to follow the little paths through the vegetation to take pictures and I got lost.

I walked for what seemed miles, received a lot of mosquito bites and scratches on my face and arms from the vegetation. Nightfall came and I was so tired I laid down on an old wooden bench I came across, then fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a small child singing.  She walked up to me and placed my hand in hers, then proceeded to lead me to a small house nearby.

She motioned for me to sit on a chair, then disappeared and came back with a pail of water and a cloth.

I tried talking to her, but she could not understand me.  She soaked the cloth with the water and gently placed it on the mosquitoe bites as she continued to smile at me and hum the song she had been singing.

A man came out of the house and extended his hand to me.  We talked, although I could barely understand his language.  He said his name was Abernishinger and the little girl was Aphrodite, his daughter.

I learned Alphrodite means Goddess Of Love and this little girl has a lot of love to share, a beautiful voice and a very sweet and caring heart.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

MY BIGGEST DREAD

Tale Weaver #78 July 28th   –    Waiting

My Biggest Dread

My mother gave me the awful news the day before my appointment.

I worried all day and felt nervous and totally miserable.

The night was not any better.  I tossed and turned and had nightmares.

Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. My stomach felt so upset that I was unable to eat.

The time arrived and we left the house.  There was a very long line outside the building and we inched our way toward the door at a snail’s pace.

I could not concentrate or talk.  I stared off into space and wished I could escape.

Finally, much to my dismay, it was my turn! I stepped up to the table, a nurse swabbed my arm, then gave me a shot of polio vaccine.

The wait was over!

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

GRANDMA MILLIE

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie     Tale Weaver #75

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Bedtime Stories For Grandparents

A child/grandchild reading to the grandparent.

Grandma, Cat, Poverty, Shop, Stick

Grandma Millie

Grandma Millie disappeared one day and Grandpa Billy was so sad.

He looked in all the rooms in their house, but she was not in any of them. He went outside and looked in the front yard, the back yard and even asked the neighbors if they had seen her, but no one had.

Grandma Millie loved to walk on the beach, so Grandpa Billy went to the beach to see if she was there.  She was not.

He walked back home feeling so sad and worried about her. When he arrived home he saw an ambulance in front of their house.

He quickly walked up to the house and there was Grandma Millie!

She was in the ambulance waiting to go to the hospital.

Grandma Millie had fallen when she walked over to a neighbor’s house to help a little kitten that had climbed on top of a shed and could not get down.

She reached up to get the poor little kitten and after the kitten was safely on the ground,  Grandma Millie slipped on the grass and fell down.

The neighbor heard her cry for help and called for an ambulance.

Grandma Millie was in the hospital for a few days and all her friends went to visit her and gave her balloons and presents. That made Grandma Millie very happy.

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FLOATING IN LIFE

MindLoveMiserys Menagerie #113

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Floating In Life

As I float along in life, I remember things in the past.

My sixth birthday was full of joy, with my family and friends surrounding me.  Balloons floating aimlessly in the air, yet secured to the chairs.  We played fun games, laughed and giggled the day away with not a care in the world.

Becoming a teenager was very exciting.  I vividly recall make-up day. Friends got together and painted each other’s nails, styled their hair, and experimented with using cosmetics. And, of course, the conversations revolved around boys.

Age sixteen was very special.  I gained a bit of independence. Receiving my driver’s license paved a way for me.  I joined the workforce part time , earned my pay, and made decisions when spending the money.

Each year I faced many changes in my life.  Some experiences were happy, some sad, and there were many challenges.

Life is a journey and we learn many things along the way.  A great deal of which is learned long after we need them.  I can look back and see many things that I wish I had known years ago, but life is that way.

I know everything starts from within.  There is the belief in myself, forgiveness, love, gratefulness, courage and patience.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

VEGETABLE ENCOUNTER

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie    October 1, 2015

Tale Weaver #33      When Fruit and Vegetables Speak to Me.

Weave a tale in which you go to the supermarket and in the produce section you discover the fruit and vegetables all have eyes and are looking at you. None of this seem right but before you the fruit and veges are conversing about a multitude of topics.

As you pass by they try and engage you in conversation.

Weave a tale in which you find yourself in this odd situation.

Which fruit or vegetable do you engage with and what do you discuss?

Let your imagination run wild.

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Vegetable Encounter

As I was walking by the vegetable bins I heard a conversation going on and saw a pepper actually talking to a cucumber,  and they had eyes.

“Where did tomato go, ” asked pepper?

“I don’t know, he was just here a few minutes ago,” replied cucumber.

Then, the pepper turned to me and asked if I could help. I had to make myself stand there and not bolt from the store.

“Please help us find tomato, ” he said.

“Great! Now the mist sprayer is on,” squash grumbled.

“Don’t worry squash, you need a bath anyway,” pepper yelled.

“Speak for yourself, pepper, you are not exactly the cleanest veggie around here,” retorted squash.

I finally got my wits about me and asked, “where do you think tomato is?”

Then, I heard tomato say, “I’m over here by the potatoes and I’m getting smashed.”

I calmly walked over to the potato bin and picked up tomato, took it over to the veggie bin and sat it by cucumber and squash.

I thought I heard a round of applause coming from tomato, cucumber, squash, and pepper, but I was so rattled by then, the only thing I could concentrate on was walking out of the store!

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