Dear Friends,
Last night, as we were walking through the park, a small donkey crossed our path. He had five legs, each of them ending in ten toes. Do not be deceived, though; he was far from hideous. In fact, one could say that he had an astonishing beauty. He spoke to us slowly, while chewing on a lollipop made out of hay. He said: "I always see you two walking around at night and during the day, and I think it would be nice if you wrote down the things you see on your walks and shared them with others." We laughed, because at first the idea sounded silly. However, the donkey spoke five languages (Romanian, Hungarian, French, English and German), which made us think that he must be possessed by an incommensurable wisdom, which we should obey without any further skepticism.
The donkey also suggested that we invite our friends to write about their own walks through the world inside or outside, and about the fifty-toed donkeys that they might come across underway. Therefore, we hope that you will consider posting stories of walks you have been on.
Sincerely,
Fox in the Snow and Jester With Three Toes On Each Leg
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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