ARMADILLOS IN THE ROAD
A Texas Fable
“And this,” said the armadillo teacher in a slow Texas drawl, “is a mesquite tree.”
The group of young armadillos slowly gathered around the tree.
“Oo,” said the one in front.
“I have one in my backyard,” commented the armadillo next to her.
“I brought my camera. Let me get a picture,” said the one in back.
While the whole group arranged themselves around the tree, the one with the camera got it out, turned it on, lifted it to his eye and said, “Say ‘cheese’.”
Slow smiles spread on the armadillos’ faces as they all said, “Cheese!”
They spent the next hour around the mesquite as the teacher named the insects and bugs one by one. She was a very knowledgeable armadillo. The group liked watching the June bugs flying around.
“Ah,” said the one in front.
“I have pet June bugs at home,” commented the armadillo next to her.
“I want a picture,” said the one in back. So they all tried to get June bugs to land on them for a picture.
The group of young armadillos slowly gathered around the tree.
“Oo,” said the one in front.
“I have one in my backyard,” commented the armadillo next to her.
“I brought my camera. Let me get a picture,” said the one in back.
While the whole group arranged themselves around the tree, the one with the camera got it out, turned it on, lifted it to his eye and said, “Say ‘cheese’.”
Slow smiles spread on the armadillos’ faces as they all said, “Cheese!”
They spent the next hour around the mesquite as the teacher named the insects and bugs one by one. She was a very knowledgeable armadillo. The group liked watching the June bugs flying around.
“Ah,” said the one in front.
“I have pet June bugs at home,” commented the armadillo next to her.
“I want a picture,” said the one in back. So they all tried to get June bugs to land on them for a picture.
