Inner Garden -------------- Big chubby Elsa was never sad She wasn't a farmer not even a gardener! with no effort at all she planted smiles and grew friends Elsa's inner garden blossomed of grins and warm hearts
Things are little depending on who is measuring them... what if I became little while at my desk? my little things would become big things. things in which I would try to find comfort. I would have to live on crackers, cofee and tea. I would sleep in my pencil case, with my rubber for pillow. Pencils would keep me warm and a glove would become my alternative wear. Luckily, when I feel small at work, I keep my size.
I've never been very fond of visiting the zoo. Although they are supposed to be fun and educational, they have always remind me of what the captive animals don't have: space, mates, freedom... I see them as prisoners who have commited no crime. What saddens me most is that zoos continue to exist in this era, when you can learn even more from the animal in the internet or watching a documentary. So my illo for this week is in protest, because nobody would like to be in the caged animal's place.