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two
brothers.
    “Daddy!” squealed the young brother. Delighted, he
invited the father in. The older brother looked befuddled.
    “Wait, wait,” shouted a voice from outside. “Don’t
close the door.”
    Another bull in a drenched suit, with a tie and a
hat and two huge suitcases, rushed to the entrance. “Can’t lock me
out of my own home. I want more of those berries you brought. Such
a fancy treat.”
    The younger brother clapped his hands in delight. So
the puzzled older brother let him in as well. He was about to close
the door when a third bull walked out of the lake, water dripping
from his suitcases and pooling in the hems of his pants.
    “Save me a bowl of blueberries,” he shouted, racing
towards the house.
    Soon the third bull and his messy shoes joined the
other two on the sofa. A fourth one knocked on the window and
waved. While still another was just emerging from the muddy
water.
    The young brother ran to the fridge and
grabbed a bowl of strawberries.
    “Come,” he said to his brother. “Maybe
grandma and grandpa have been in there too waiting for their
treats.”
    “But Dad is allergic to strawberries.”
    In the meantime, one of the dads had gotten
up and was gaping at them from the kitchen door.
    “What’s going on in there?
Bickering? Hiding from your homework? Bring me a beer and go and
play outside.”
    Once outside the boys stared at the window
with anger, watching the blueberry dads eating all the food and
drinking all the drinks from the fridge. “What you say we go back
to the lake and fish out all these blueberries.

Worm Pumpkin Pie (#18)
     
    Once upon a time a family of worms lived
inside a cozy pumpkin tucked into a muddy field. One day, as the
parents went out to fetch food, the offspring ventured to peek
outside through the entrance hole. They shrunk in horror as they
spotted a family wading their way across the field. The children
were boisterous and bouncy, crushing everything in their wake. They
shouted “Halloween, Halloween.” The eldest of the worm offspring
screamed: “We must abandon this pumpkin. Danger is on its way.”
    “No let’s wait until mom and dad come back,”
suggested a sibling.
    “No time. They’re going to carve out our
house with knives, so sharp that we’ll never survive, but in slices
and dices.”
    Believing the eldest sibling, the worms
slithered out of the pumpkin as fast as they could. The entrance
hole was too narrow and the escape slow. All made it out, except
for the youngest worm, who didn’t believe a word of it.
    “That’s just a ghost tale big brothers tell
to scare little kids like us,” he challenged. So he stayed behind
and got carried away as the pumpkin was loaded onto a truck.
    Soon the pumpkin lay on the kitchen table.
The little worm inside pricked up his ears, waiting with
confidence. Only he started yelling at the top of his voice when he
saw that knives were whizzing by his rings and cutting holes into
the pumpkin’s rind.
    “Brothers, sisters, you were so right,” he
called out. But the deaf children laughed and screeched, delighted,
as the worm squirmed about to avoid being chopped in slices.
    Per chance, the pumpkin was put outside the
front door, bright with a candle inside. The heat was intense like
a sauna, and the worm baked and agonized to breathe. Per chance
again, the wind was strong and blew the candle out. Seeing a way to
escape through the pumpkin’s mouth, the weakened defiant worm
slipped out with relief. It was crawling towards the front garden
lawn when the plate below the pumpkin cracked. The pumpkin rolled
and bounced down the stairs, and squashed the little worm to
paste.

The Monkey and the
Donkey (#19)
     
    Once a dreamy monkey took a fancy to see the sea.
Not knowing where it was, he got lost in the forest. He hiked and
leaped from tree to tree for a couple of days. Exhausted, he came
across a donkey, looking pretty docile and bored, grazing in a
glade. The monkey approached and asked the