Monday, August 18, 2014

Short Story


This letter's called short story for two reasons: 1, it's gonna be short. 2, I want to write a short story about this orange tree we always pass in Quillón. If you have any good ideas about symbolisms you can let me know.


Well the big news this week is that we had a branch activity in which we ate crawdads! Yes, I'm being serious. There are areas here where they live in the mud (I don't know if it's like wetlands, farmlands....something like that). Anyway once a year the branch has this activity - they go out and get them in the morning and in the evening we eat them together! I have to say, I prefer the way we prepare them in our family...just the tails.

















                                              

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