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- Silly Billy
Grandma, can I walk into town by myself?" I asked, one hot summer´s day. I knew what she was going to say. She was going to tell a story. Not just any story, but my favorite story.
She rocked one or two times, her eyes closed, and then she looked up at me.
"You know you ain´t big enough to walk into no town alone, girl. I sho´ don´t know why you asking me that. You ain´t big enough ´til you gon´ do some good there."
You know… when I was a little girl, like yourself, I sneaked into town once. Yep, all by myself. Wasn´t planning on doing no good. Had just been waiting for a scorching hot day. I had two eggs hid in my pockets. Not to eat, mind you. But to see if what folk said was true.
I slipped on my finest Sunday dress and my shiny black patent-leather shoes and my clean white socks. I pulled my plaits back with a bow. Why, I thought I looked pretty grown-up. Lord, you should a´seen me strutting, the dust flying behind me! I had to hold my arms steady on account of them eggs, though. Now that I think about it, I must´a been a mighty funny sight.
I sneaked up on that road a´singing, "Jump back Sally, Sally, Sally. Walking up the alley, alley, alley" to nobody but myself. And child, was it hot! On that kind of day a firecracker might
I was feeling pretty fine until I spotted that old Chicken Man, sitting on his porch, with his mouth like a smile. I just looked down at the dirt.
My mama had told me how the Chicken Man still did things he knowed all the way from Africa. Stuff that his grandmother done taught him. Mama also had told me he could heal the sick by the laying on of his hands. And that one time he made a blind man see just by looking deep into his eyes. And folk said he turned people into chickens if he didn´t feel what they were doing was right. That´s why he was called the Chicken Man.
(To be continued in the PDF attachment)
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Silly Billy
Billy used to be a bit of a worrier. He worried about many things…
Billy worried about hats, and he worried about shoes. Billy worried about clouds, and rain. Billy even worried aboutgiant birds.
His dad tried to help.
"Don´t worry, lad," he said. "None of those things could happen. It´s just your imagination."
His mum tried too.
"Don´t worry, love," she said. "We won´t let anything hurt you."
But still Billy worried.
One night he had to stay with his grandma. But Billy couldn´t sleep. He was too worried. He always worried about staying at other people´s houses. Billy felt a bit silly, but at last he got up and went to tell his grandma.
"Well fancy that, love," she said. "You´re not silly. When I was your age I used to worry like that. I´ve got just the thing for you."
She went into her room and came out holding something.
(To be continued in the PDF attachment)
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