วันพุธที่ 1 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2553

Metaphor writting (Little curious mole)

           Once there was a baby mole digging the earth in a garden. He was seeking for earthworms which were his main menu for all meals. The nearer to the surface he went seemed like to be a lot easier than excavating down to earth core direction. He found little tiny worms just like himself as a little mole moving through a soft and tender fertile soil full of decaying leaves and fruits that the gardener had left over as he wished it would fertilize the earth naturally. All little young innocent worms were there eating the palatable meal bit by bit. As he grew up, he observed that the more he went nearer to the ground the danger it became. All the big birds, hawks, cats and dogs were all waiting to take him up and play with as if he was a toy before would be eaten just to fill their little stomach for a day. Therefore, he was so afraid of being played. So he unearth to the deepest layers as he could go. He dug through rocks and stones, water and hardened earth. And finally, there waiting rewords for his great efforts and his wise thinking. Some long, red, large, and fat worms lay there layers to layers. By now, he has fully grown into an adult mole with all food sources and few of his mates lay all around him.

By: Narit Prayoonrat (Villz)

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