SHORT STORIES
LOVE
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings and
emotions lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others
including Love.
However, one day it was announced to the couples that the island would
sink, so all prepared their boats and left. Love was the only one who
stayed.
Love wanted to stay until it started sinking.
When Love had almost completed sinking, he decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a beautiful boat.
Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't.. There is a lot of gold and silver in
my boat. There is no place here for you,"
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by,
"Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love.
You are all wet and can probably damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by, so Love asked for help,
"Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I prefer
to go alone!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not
listen when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you,"
It was an elder. Love became so happy that he even forgot to ask the
name of the elder.
When they arrived to the other side, Love asked Knowledge who was the
elder who helped him.
"It was Time,"
"Time? But why did Time help me?"
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
"IF YOU GOTTA GO - START EARLY
My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, quite elegant and
delicate, especially in her language. She and her husband were
planning a week-long camping trip, so she wrote to the
campground for reservations. She wanted to be sure it was fully
equipped but didn't know quite how to ask about toilet
facilities. She didn't want to write "toilet" in her letter.
After much deliberation, she thought of the old-fashioned term,
"bathroom commode", but, when she wrote it down she thought she
was being too forward, so she started all over again, rewrote
the entire letter and referred to the "bathroom commode" as the
B.C. "Does your campground have its own B.C.?" she wrote.
Well the campground owner wasn't old-fashioned at all and, when
he got this letter, he couldn't figure out what she was talking
about. The B.C. business really stumped him. After worrying
about it for a while, he showed the letter to some of the
campers; but not one could figure out what she was talking about.
After giving it much thought, the owner decided that she must be
asking about the location of the local Baptist Church; so he sat
down and wrote the following reply.
Dear Madam:
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I
now take the pleasure of informing you that the B.C. is located
six miles north of campground. It is capable of seating 250
people at one time. I will admit that it is quite a distance
away if you are in the habit of going regularly. No doubt you
will be pleased to know a great number of people take their
lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early
and stay late. The last time my wife and I went was six months
ago, and it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole
time. Right now there is a supper planned to raise money for
more seats. It will be held in the basement of the B.C. I
would like to say that it pains me that I am not able to go more
regularly; but it is not for lack of desire on my part. As we
grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in
cold weather. If you decide to come to our campground, perhaps I
could go with you the first time that you go, sit with you and
introduce you to all the other folks. Remember this is a very
friendly community.
