Our family sat down ready to enjoy the fresh bread, chocolate spread and peanut butter for breakfast. But the world had something else in mind.
The chickens zeroed in on us and our bread and started making their war cries: loud, annoying buck-buck-BUCKAWs. The ever present ducks showed their disapproval by flapping their ginormous wings, therefore stirring up dust, the latter of which was content to settle on us and our food.
Oussemane and his three to four year old posse, on the side of the annoying animals, decided to distract us by shaking our hands 40 times and saying hi 400 times. So far they were succeeding. The big hairy pigs, not wanting to be left out, started squealing so loud that our family couldn't discuss our battle plan. Even the trees were against us for mangoes started falling left and right. Thankfully there was an old, rusty, tin roof over our heads.
The ants also came out of their holes, their target: our delicious, slightly dirty bread. The sun, also wanting to take part, beat down on us with all of it's force. Our family, sensing that the battle was almost over, persevered. And sure enough just as Ezra popped the last bit of bread into his mouth, a family of goats pooped on our doorstep in defeat. The war was finished. We had won...until lunch!
You certainly have a way of painting a picture that I can see in my mind! Could you imagine a meal like this when you were still in the states?
ReplyDeleteThank you for your delightful descriptions! Love to you all, Miss Judy