THE FIREFLY HERO.

THE BIRTH OF A HERO
(part one)


‘Ah Fook, Ah Fook, where are you? You little rascal, when I catch you, I’ll hang you out to dry!’ the old man shouted.

Peeping behind the big tree was Ah Fook .Beside him, sitting on the ground was Wang Her. On his lap was a pure white cat, the tips of his tail and two ears were black.

Wang Her said, ‘Why are you giggling and hiding here? What have you done this time?’
Ah Fook shaking Wang Her’s shoulder, said, ‘Look, look, look at the Master chasing the chickens.’ Then softly, ‘Sorry, I forgot you cannot see.’
‘Tell me what you did’ Wang Her asked.

Ah Fook still laughing, replied, ‘Master told me to feed the chickens and collect the eggs, I went to feed them but forgot the egg basket, so I went out to get it.’

Wang Her continued, ‘You forgot to close the gate and all the chickens ran into the Master’s vegetable patch!’
Ah Fook replied, ‘No, no, no, it was not done on purpose, I forgot to close the gate’.

Wang Her sighed, ‘Ah Fook, you have been here, three months. Have you learned anything? The Master teaches discipline, manners, patience, in fact the seven virtues, can you remember anything?’

Ah Fook muttered under his breath, ‘Young Master, I am stupid, I cannot remember things, I always say the wrong things, do the wrong things. But you are so different, you are smart. See, Master teaches you Kung Fu, and you remember the steps like you were born to do it. I wonder if you really cannot see.’

A hand came around the corner and caught Ah Fook by the collar, ‘At last, huh, where can you run now? You little rascal’.
Ah Fook pleading, ‘Please Master, do not beat me, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do all the cleaning, feed the goats and chickens and water the vegetable patch.

I’ll learn to meditate like the Young Master. Please give me a second chance.’
Wang Her said, ‘Master, he is forgetful at times, but he is always willing to learn’.

The Master roared, ‘Learn? Learn what? He is only interested in eating and sleeping! He has to take his punishment like a man. Tonight, you will have no supper.’

That night, Wang Her took some buns to Ah Fook. Ah Fook whispered, ‘Why did you come? If the Master sees you, he will punish you too, but thank you for your kindness.’

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This story ‘FIREFLY HERO” is for middle grade children and in three parts, starting with the ‘Birth of a Hero, His training Days, and his Adventures as a Hero.’

DAY DREAMING

DAY DREAMING
By MayFam
Copyright©2005.


Monday morning, the same old routine. Get up, brush your teeth, change your clothes. Get ready for school. True to his thoughts, in the background his mother was saying the exact words.

Jeremy closed his eyes and thought, just five more minute to stay in my nice warm bed. Then he felt his mother shaking him. She said,
‘Jeremy, if you don’t get up now you’ll be late for school.

Breakfast is on the table. Give your brother a biscuit while you eat. I’ll change and come downstairs.’

After Jeremy changed his clothes and brushed his teeth he grabbed Benny by the hand and dragged him downstairs. Benny was squalling and laughing as he was being dragged. Jeremy put Benny in his high chair and gave him a biscuit.

Jeremy was eating his cornflakes and looking at the packet on the table in front of him.

He said,
‘Heh, mum bought new cornflakes; there is a monkey on the front. Look, Benny, the monkey winked at me!’
‘Look Benny, look’, Jeremy pointed at the box.

‘Where? I can’t see anything’ Benny said. Jeremy turned to look at Benny.
‘That is strange, you cannot talk, and you are not old enough. Are you o.k.? Am I dreaming? Jeremy asked.

‘O yes, I can talk, but half the time no one listens. Now that you are listening, please in future, don’t pinch my cheeks. It hurts. And stop pulling my legs when I’m trying to crawl.’ Said Benny.

Jeremy said,’ ‘This is unbelievable, I’ll tell mum. There’s no way you can talk. You are too young. You can only say, ‘mum mum’ and ‘dada.’ No way you can talk like this, I must be dreaming!’

Then he heard another voice under the table, his dog, Dingo said with a yawn, ‘ya ya ya, next time don’t give me your leftovers, give me a nice bite once in awhile. You always tease me. You show me a nice piece of bacon and when I come over you give me peas and beans. No, no, that’s not nice.’

Jeremy went under the table and hugging Dingo, said, ‘No, you’re a dog, you cannot talk, this is weird. I’m only 9 years old, and I have a talking dog, who will believe me? Sorry Dingo, if I gave you my bacon, mum will know and I’ll be punished.’

Dingo said, ‘What Benny said is true, half the time you don’t listen to us. Will you do me a favour? Next time, when it’s cold and wet, please don’t drag me out for a walk. I am old and tired; the wet cold concrete is bad for my paws.’

Jeremy whispered, ‘What do you like to do? Chase a ball, run in the park while I play there? I know you like to chase the neighbour’s cat. Dig up Dad’s garden to bury your bone.’

Dingo answered, ‘When it is cold, wet, and windy, I like to sit and doze by the fire like you do. I like to go for drives in the car. I also like some peace and quiet once in awhile. You are always yelling and screaming at Benny and me.’

Benny banging his biscuit said, ‘I don’t like this biscuit, can I have something else? Please Jeremy. That biscuit, with the cream.’ Benny was pointing to a box on the shelf. Something caught his eye and he said,
‘Look, Jeremy, the clown on the window sill. He is dancing, his bells are jingling. Can you hear it?’


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THE QUEST(drawings by David Fam)

THE QUEST
copyright(c)by May Fam.


The King has a message for a strong young man. A quest with a handsome reward.
‘How handsome?’ ‘How strong, how young?’ ‘Where to?’ People were pushing and yelling altogether. Each trying to read the notice on the wall.
Lance, said to his friend,
‘A handsome reward indeed! Come on, Buttons, let us go to the Palace.’
Someone said, ‘This journey is long and dangerous, is it worth the gold coins?’

Another said, ‘You have to go through the Enchanted Forest and the Seven Lakes. No one has gone and come back alive! Some even said there are monsters, goblins and flesh eating plants. A road that goes nowhere.’

In the Palace, The wizard said,
‘Before you both leave, you have to know the story. Our beautiful Queen is very sad. A raven came to visit her and asked her for her hair to line his nest for his babies.

The Queen refused, the raven put a curse on her. All her beautiful hair fell off and she is now bald.
In the Forest of the Seven Lakes, on one of the lakes grows a Hair Tree. This tree only seed once in a hundred years.

Find the seed and bring it back to the Queen. She will rub the juice into her scalp and her hair will grow back.
You both have three weeks before the moon is full. That is the time the seed pod will burst and nothing will be left to gather.

You must pick the seed pod before it ripens or your journey will be wasted. Here are three bags, use them carefully.
They will save your lives. Hurry, if you do not get back in time, all the ladies in the Kingdom too will be bald. Start your journey now’.

After walking for days, they came to a clearing. Lance said,
‘Buttons, be very careful. It is too quiet to be safe. Look on the ground over there. The grass seems to be moving’. Lance took a twig and threw it over the grass. Immediately, they saw tiny claws reached out and snapped the twig into tiny bits. Buttons said,

‘That was quick, what shall we do now? We cannot fly across and there is no way around’.
Lance opened one of the bags; it was full of dried rose twigs. He said to Buttons,
‘When I throw these twigs, the claws will be busy snapping them; we have to run over them quickly. I hope we have enough twigs to make it over the other side’.
Buttons was panting, said,
‘We are safely across; we did it.How many days do we have left? Do we have enough food? Lance, I’m frightened, we may not make it back in time’.
Lance replied,
‘We have about ten days left. Don’t worry; we’ll make it back in time’.
One morning, as Lance was looking around, he shouted,
‘Wake up Buttons, look over there. The Seven Lakes see the dark one in the middle. That must be where the Hair Tree grows.’

Buttons was very excited, ‘Let’s go. ’. Running as fast as their legs could carry them, they came to a giant waterfall. Lance whispered,
‘Don’t make a sound or move suddenly. Can you see that creature half hidden in the trees?’

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The Debate(drawings by local artist,David Fam)

The Debate By May FAM

The school bus dropped Jeremy at the corner, as usual. He was very excited and rushed in to tell his mother his news. “I need some advice, mum”

“Calm down, tell me about it slowly” replied his mother. “We learned in school that we get eggs from battery hens, and what we were told was not pleasant at all!” said Jeremy.

His mother said, “oh dear, what should we do?”Jeremy jumped up, “we can have our own chickens and collect our own eggs!”“We’ll have a debate tonight after dinner and see what the others have to say,” his mother replied.

At dinner, Jeremy was very quiet, not eating, staring at his plate. “I’ll clear away the dishes, Jeremy learned something very interesting today,” Said his mother.

Jeremy blurted out, “I am going to rear some chickens and collect eggs.” His father said, “Hold on son, slow down, and start from the beginning.”Jeremy sighed, “At school today, our teacher showed us pictures of battery hens, chickens kept in cages, so cruel.”

His father looked at him, puzzled; he could not understand what Jeremy was trying to tell him. Jeremy tried to explain a little bit more, “ The chickens are kept in cages, there’s a bright light on all the time, so there’s no day or night, they just sit there pecking their food and laying their eggs. Some of them cannot even stand up because the cages are so small, mum; it must be so terrible if there’s no day or night.”

Alex, his elder brother retorted, “Is this one of your hare-brained projects? There’s a lot of work involved with keeping chickens, you have to feed them, care for them, and who’s going to clean the poo?” From his sister, Lisa, “Papa, they’ll scratch your flower beds and poo all over the garden!”“Alright children, the debate now is, whether Jeremy wants to start from scratch with baby chicks, three month old chickens or instant layers.” Said his mother.“Let's cut the crap and have instant layers, I’ll have my eggs tomorrow,” from Alex.

Lisa chipped in, “It doesn’t really bother me, and I’m not too fond of eggs.”Jeremy was about to burst into tears, he did not know that something so simple to him, involved so much planning. His father hugged him and said, “Don’t worry too much, sleep on it, we’ll visit your grandma’s farm this weekend and get her opinion”. At the farm, his grandma showed him week old chicks, three month old layers and instant layers.His grandmother said, “Layers start laying from six to seven months old, instant layers will lay tomorrow or next week. Think carefully, the choice is yours, and it’s your project.”


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