(April, 8th)
Unit Eight The Fox and the Chicken
The frigid winter and scarce food supply famish many animals, including a ferocious fox. He is almost forlorn because he has garnered little food when the land was fertile, and the flora is extraneous to his diet. He used to be fussy and extravagant with his food but now has to fetter his stomach and be frugal. “What a formidable winter!” he gabbles.
Just then his eyes flicker due to a fortuitous discovery. After ferreting about the whole grassland fraught of snow for fishy objects, he finally found a small finch with fuzzy feather and fragrant smell. A chicken! “Aha, facile prey!” the fox was exultant, “Hmm…She looks so fatuous and feeble. But I shall not go forthright, because the feud between foxes and chickens will fluster or fret her, and foment her escape. I must make her believe her foe through frauds.”
After fitful garnishing, the fox comes up to the fluffy fowl with a genial smile on his face. He feigned that he is a gentry with genteel speaking genre: “Hey, my fraternal friend! I’m coming to extricate you from a disaster. It’s not facetious. Your nest is too flimsy and frail to be a fixture for living. It cannot foil great gales coming soon. However, I can help building a new nest with many fortes for you, which can forestall water exuding. I just want to show my genuine feat and won’t extort money from you.”
“Stop your futile fraudulent figment. It’s such gauche farce.” the chicken flouted, “Look at the frowsy gash on your cheek. You’re the fickle figurehead of the fox clan who just failed in the factious fights.”
The fox cannot gainsay the chicken’s words and left in frenzy frustration.
(April, 9th)
Unit Nine Generation Gap
Ted made a fortune and hiked back his idyllic home in illustrious guises. He wore a grand hat, a pair of gilded glossy shoes and a girdle with glazed tip. All neighbors in the gorge welcomed Ted with homage instead of grudging, and he was gleeful as well as haughty.
Yet, Ted’s father, who used to be humane, criticized him bitterly: “How hideous you are! We used to be hardy and hectic. We’re gregarious and never guileless. Now you made a haphazard fortune and lost our virtues. Hearsay says that you get your money by harrying passengers and hewing trees. Somebody even imparted me that you’ve committed immense homicide. If you’ve done those illicit things, It’s surely ignominious idiosyncrasy, and you’ll lose your imminent heirship if you go on like that.” He humiliated Ted.
Ted imbibed some tea, groped his match and ignited a cigar. “You’re too hackneyed and grumpy,” he grumbled in a grouchy voice, “I cannot gratify your obsolete ideology. You old people used to live like ignoble cattle and illegible grasses. You glean grain from fields and heave them back in gratitude to the God. You gnaw dirty food everyday, ignorance of hygiene. All my wealth hinges on my gripping many chances and it’s unreasonable for you to gibe me like that.”
The hubbub of haggling attracted many neighbors who were heedless at first. Some of them approved the son’s grievance while others took it as heresy. The quarrel’s gist was generation gap.
