PS:My short Stories for Children were written for my grandson when he was just a toddler. They are short and in a language he understood at his tender age of 2 and 3.
“Talking to himself”
“The wild boys have surely gone into hiding
They haven’t showed
us their noses all day
Oh where could they be?
Perhaps up in a tree
Overseeing where they can prance
Right on little ducks like me.
It won’t be me. That’s right surely not me.
I am just a little duck below that tree
They think I do not see them
While they size me up to fit in their Pen.
I am a duck and they best know that stuff
Won’t be easy to chase after me
I’ll jump in the water
Then we will see who will stay afloat
And who will surely sink into the muck.”
Quack, Quack goes the Duck
Trailing along in sheer silence of tranquility
While nobody is there watching him.
Hélène Vaillant ©Children’s Stories