Kathleen R Sikorski
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A funny literary man
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The Selfish Squirrel Animal Story
One afternoon, the little squirrel found a big apple on the grass in the forest. This apple was so big and fragrant that the little squirrel had never seen it before and believed that it would be hard to find such a delicious apple inside the whole forest.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Fiction
The best view
The best view On the table in my room, there is a beautiful butterfly specimen stored. It is like a fluttering fairy, framing an elegant and charming posture. But sometimes I don't dare to look at it directly, because it always evokes the most beautiful and painful memories for me.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Earth
I am a free wind
As a wisp of wind, I am not free. Other good friends in the family have long since gone out on their own to explore the world and become prodigal son of the world who has been idle all their life. Some of them are looking at the snow at the top of Changbai Mountain, carrying a body full of cold. Some in Hangzhou West Lake willow, let the green fluttered full of arms. Others ran alone to the northwest, stained with wild beauty in the desert. Some danced on the azure ocean, transformed into sea spirits, embracing the sea air back to land.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Earth
Magical robin
Magical robin Summer came unnoticed, and the summer brother came to our home with a green carpet. Today I had nothing to do, so I went out for a walk. Walking on this country road, I listened carefully, eh? There is a robin sound! I looked around to find the source of the robin's sound, and I found it in a big tree, perhaps because it had just shed its golden cicada! Next to a black cicada, there was a transparent cicada shell. Wow, it was unbelievably beautiful with a twinkle in the sunlight.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Rooster Lends His Ears to Animal Stories
I don't know why, but the little rooster's eyes are not good lately, what grain ah, small insects, all can not see clearly. His little friend, however, saw it from afar and ran up and ate it all at once. The little rooster can only follow the little friend running blindly, at most picking up some leftover things. The little rooster was very distressed by this.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Fire Crane
In the pursuit of happiness, no one will always be with you, for you to go through the fire. Therefore, you must use both hands to break those thorns that block your way even if it hurts to the core, you can not shed tears and moan, just let the blood rage into a red and incomparable fire crane flowers, because, the road to happiness is still very long ......
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Fiction
Mice change idioms animal stories
There are some mice, who want to change the idiom, do you know how to change it? People say the idiom of "the cat catches the mouse". One day, the mice had an important meeting, the title of the meeting is - "change the idiom".
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Fiction
Life has a confidant, is enough
When I revisited my childhood once again, it dawned on me that childhood friendships are the most treasured. "Listening to the sleeping night, lonely and unoccupied street ......" the phone rang suddenly, but not in the hands of the "flying words", casually fished up the phone placed aside, the original is a text message, but the number is extremely strange, " I was about to throw the phone to the bed, but my eyes inadvertently swept the text message content: Ruby, hug for comfort. A line of seemingly incomparable childish words, but I moved a beat, my mind came up with doubts. The nickname between friends when they were young, a "stranger" how would know? After a few moments of confusion, I called the number: "Hello, who is this?" When I answered the phone, I couldn't wait to ask the question in my mind, and when I said the words, the phone was silent at the other end, just when I thought it was a prank from a friend who had nothing better to do than to eat, the other end came lightly with a name that crossed the century, making me extremely familiar and unfamiliar, when it came through the layers of obstacles between my ears, my hand shook, the phone directly The actual "fall" on the bed, a drop of tears of joy or sadness from my cheeks.
By Kathleen R Sikorski3 years ago in Humans
