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(1) A wolf grandma?
In my childhood, I was living in a small town and always annoyed by shops’ smell and noise. I hated the dull citizen life and dreaming to visit my grandma’s village, a peaceful and enjoyable paradise.
As soon as I got the visiting forecast, I immediately counted down the coming days with my fingers. The excitement really was no less than village’s children to down town for movie watching or flower market sightseeing.
My grandma was my mum’s stepmother. She got two daughters again for my grandpa after her remarriage. Unfortunately, there is an impassable gap between my mum and my grandma, perhaps, it is due to the tough nature to satisfy adopted children or occasionally a misunderstanding in their mind. We strongly felt their emotional barrier, even though, nothing happened to them before. Therefore, when we talking about grandma, we never forgot to add some modifications, such as “step-grandma”, “the second grandma”, “latter grandma” etc..
“Oh, my daring! my heart! my honey! It is so nice to see you here!”, every time, grandma was excited by my visit and always rushed out from the kitchen to meet me. “How are your mummy and daddy? ”, she was as talking as combing her messy and gray hair with her fingers. “Not bad.” I answered her in undertone. “That all right! All right! Come here my darling. ” she guided my way cheerfully. To such laud and fervent welcome, I shouldn’t have any suspicion, however, I was so deeply affected by a story of “wolf grandma”, that I never came out from its shadow. I supposed she was performing a fake. I had no reason but couldn’t help to imaging, there must be some plots behind her warmness.
“Grandma,” I murmured to her with an obvious reluctance. “This is for you”, I passed her my gift bucket and rushed out from her house, just like a gust of wind, to find my cousins.
(2) Tamer and buffaloes
My cousins were very happy for our reunion. Their most warm welcome was to share me a countryside practice, ride on cultivating buffalos.
“Wenzili, Wenzili, we are coming!” a hail together with a herd of massive and muddy buffalos toward to me. My friends were galloping with reins waving on hands. one exciting fellow even lashed up the beasts’ tails loudly. Immediately after that, the buffalo’s running up to me madly, which caused me a great scaring. They scattered to surround me and took no care to my panic.
By sudden rein-tightening, the buffalos were askew heads and howling to me. I was very frightened and almost cried out. On the contrary to my cowardice, my friends agilely grounding from the backs and emulatively passed their reins to me, just as swift as a herd of groundhogs. They all want me to ride on their “sedans” and ambling around. Facing on these dirty and unattainable beasts, I had no idea, but manage to hide my scaring.
One of my friends skillfully showed me the way. Firstly, he said something to his beast gently. The buffalo turned to facing its little master with sound breathing and dull eyesight, then, tamely lower its head. The cowboy, with a pair of bare feet, promptly stepped on its top between two horns. To my surprise, just like an excavator, the beast slowly rose its head up. When it reached to a proper height, the little boy bestrode on its neck and rapidly climbed to the back, then, revolved his body with hands’ support. Just like a acrobat, he had steadily riding on the buffalo already. With his triumphant whistle and proud rein-waving, he asway rode away. When came back again, he firmly passed the rein to me. In this way, I had no reason to refuse his kindness. However, I had an emulative nature from my childhood and always unwillingly to drop behind someone else. I had to boost my courage and held the rein bravely. The cowboy shouted to his buffalo to avoid its wildness to a stranger. Sure enough, the horns were also approaching to me. Staring these sharp horns, I immediately associated with the scene of Spanish bullfighting. The bull horns fiercely charged to matador’s private part and made his blood spout to the red rug. His screaming was still resounding around my ears. I could not help to shivering. Finally, under several hands’ support, I’d managed to ride on buffalo’s back. After a slight lapping on its bottom by the little boy, the beast started to walk.
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