Ouch! Something sharp bit into my bottom. I leapt two feet forward. Stiff shards of branches scratched my face. Rubbing both my rear end and face, I looked around to see what had pricked me.
Read more "Lost City, More Adventures"They trooped over to the barn and poked around in the bales of straw. No Friedrich.
‘Perhaps he’s in the outhouse,’ Amie said.
‘Or under it,’ Joseph added.
‘What do you mean?’ Herr Biar asked.
‘He might be in the cellar underneath,’ Amie said.
‘What cellar?’
‘The one with the glowing blue light,’ Joseph said. ‘Maybe he’s hiding there.’
‘Or gone to the other side,’ Amie said.
‘What do you mean, other side?’ Herr Biar scratched his forehead.
Georg’s eyes bulged as he watched the goat gulp down the liquor from Jacob’s flask.
‘What is it you do?’ he asked.
Every autumn, Dad and Mum picked berries while my brother and I, with our sieves, fished for yabbies and tadpoles. Once caught, we placed them in our glass jars to take home as pets. I liked to watch my tadpoles slowly turn into frogs, if they didn’t die or get eaten by our cats first.
Read more "Story Behind the Painting (10)"While Dr. Zwar examined Wilma with the contents of his bag and more superstition than medical knowledge, Amie, Joseph, Herr and Frau Biar stayed downstairs in the now wrecked kitchen and dining room. They stood as not one chair remained unscathed by the attack of cows gorged with milk and udders full. The group averted their gaze from the slush of cow pats and puddles, shielding their noses from the overpowering pong.
Read more "Lost World of the Wends (32)"Exhausted, yet restless to advance
Ever onwards in a trance,
…
Lunch time approached and while Dad scouted the street for a grocery store, and a butcher’s that seemed to elude him in a remote town like Alice, the rest of us sought a place to eat. In our restaurant-hunt, we passed three bottle shops. But where were the café’s, the restaurants, and the snack bars?
Read more "Most Flavourful"They hurried through the torrent. Each yanked at a door and then flew in.
Joseph sat, his hands in mid-air. ‘Where’s the steering wheel?’
Doctor Zwar tapped the wheel before him. ‘You mean this?’
‘Yes!’
Simultaneously, the doctor and Joseph leapt out of the car and ran around it. They jumped in soaked like drowned rats.
After breakfast, we bowed our heads, folded our hands, and prayed nothing would go wrong in our quest to conquer Mt. Woodroffe, the highest mountain in South Australia. Dad prayed that no one went astray, especially my brother.
Read more "Story Behind the Painting (9)"A lady with a withered face, and so stooped she probably only looked normal if she sat, opened the door. ‘Yah?’
Joseph used his best German. ‘I beg your pardon, but would you be so kind as to tell us where the doctor resides?’
The old lady grimaced and with an arthritic finger also bent double, pointed down the street. ‘At the end of the road, on the corner. The one with the Merc—can’t miss it.’
Amie and Joseph caught each other’s eye.
‘Did you say, ‘Merc’? A car?’ Joseph asked.
‘Yah. Ze horseless carriage—he didn’t want to be doctor—he vas our pastor. Aber Herr Roach insisted…persuaded him.’
‘With the Merc.’
The woman nodded. ‘No one likes it—it spooks the horses.’
