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~Sparkly Fusion
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Friday, October 30, 2009
The Adventures of Willy the Worm and Friends
Chapter 1- The Grotto (Only time will tell if there is another chapter... )
The beginning of our adventure started during fall break. Mom and Dad were in Hawaii. My dad is a scientist and he was there to give a presentation; mom was there to soak up the sun. Sun that my brother and I hadn't seen in days. We were staying at Grandma's house in Wisconsin for three weeks. We missed our parents … and the sun. The first week it had rained every day nonstop. Each morning Grandma and Grandpa went to the barns to feed the sheep and milk the goats, but we stayed inside. My brother and I read books and painted pictures and worked on indoor art projects. After a week inside, Jeremiah, my brother, and I were starting to get on each other's nerves. Both of us were getting sick of eating Grandpa's oatmeal.
On Saturday morning, exactly one week of staying at our grandparent's house, I was painting a picture to go into my book of rainbows, and Jeremiah was making me really angry. He was also painting, but sitting next to me. He was painting my hair with his paintbrush!
“Stop touching me!” I screamed.
“I'm not touching you!” he laughed. “My paintbrush is touching your hair. Did you know hair is not living? So technically, I am not touching you.”
When Grandma walked inside there was colored water all over the table and my hair was shades of blues and greens. She just laughed at us and told us that it was time for us to go outside. “The rain is gone for awhile, kids! Enjoy the weather!”
Yes! Suddenly our attitudes were gone and we were running outside! The sun was shining! We headed straight for the grotto a place full of flowers and trees and funny looking rocks. It was our favorite place because there was always something new to find in the grotto, a kind of magical place. As soon as we stepped inside, I was the princess and Jeremiah was the prince or the knight or the warrior. Basically, he needed to run around with a sword.
When we entered the grotto, the stream was gushing from the week of rain. Some flowers were still left from the summer and the leaves from fall were starting to change colors. The trees and leaves and grass sparkled like diamonds. The sun filtered through the leaves and ahead of us we could see a rainbow! It was just like a real palace!
I don't think that Jeremiah and I were talking but suddenly I heard someone say, “excuse me!” I looked at Jeremiah. He looked at me.
“I didn't do anything,” he said.
“Me either,” I said. I was confused.
“Down here!” yelled something. We looked down but we couldn't see anything. Again Jeremiah and I looked at each other still confused.
“Hey, excuse me!” it said again. “Your feet are coming dreadfully close to my head!”
Jeremiah and I looked down at our feet. We could see the mud and leaves and rocks of the grotto... but with a closer look there was a small pink worm. Was it talking?
“Let me introduce myself. I am Willy the worm.” He was talking!
“We know Willy the worm!” Jeremiah shouted. “Remember, Esther? Dad tells us stories about Willy the Worm all the time!”
“Yes, that's right,” said the worm. “Your dad and I were great friends. I feel proud that he should remember the stories of our youth. But I haven't come for your father. I need the help of both of you.”
“What?” asked Jeremiah.
“Well, you see that the worms in this grotto have been around for years and no one really knows or cares that we're around. We hear things that you wouldn't believe. What I need to tell you is that the rat king and his surrounding kingdom have decided to move into your grandparents house. They are going to take over.”
“Rats? EWWW!” I screamed.
“They can't do that!” yelled Jeremiah.
“Well, actually they can, and they have a plan. The worms are going to try to help you because we know your family, but there's only so much we can do. Now, I need to take you somewhere, but I need you to get over your squeamish ideas right now. The snakes are actually really helpful animals and quite nice, but if you can't handle me, then you definitely won't be able to handle the sssssssssssing of a snake.”
“Snakes! And rats? And talking worms! I can't do this, Jeremiah!” My attitude had quickly changed from excitement of the sun to a feeling of dread at talking rats and snakes. “Why can't we just go and tell grandma and grandpa?”
“Because your grandma and grandpa cannot do anything to prevent the rats,” said Willy. “Your courage and bravery is needed to talk to animals. You are going to need to convince the rats to stop. It's the only way to stop the rats.”
“This is a real adventure, Esther. Let's just meet these rats. It couldn't hurt.”
“I don't want to go...”
Jeremiah raised his branch and said, “I have my sword, and I'll hold your hand. It will be a real adventure. Besides, if we go back inside, what are we going to do? Paint some more? I am tired of being inside.”
I regretfully agreed with him. “Alright, but those rats need to keep their distance. I don't want them coming anywhere near me.”
Jeremiah raised his sword in the air and said to the worm, “Off! Let's go kill us some rats!”
Jeremiah and I had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into that day, but I think I heard Willy laughing in front of us. It was the beginning of an adventure. A real adventure.
(but since I quit, you never heard them)
I can't sleep at night because I slept through your biology class.
I don't why we have to look at ten types of grass.
I can't understand the difference between grafting and propagation.
My plants all died from contamination.
I skimmed the textbook but I don't know anything about hybrid corn
or how rid the roses from a thorn.
If I get a degree in horticulture,
do I have to work in agriculture?
I just wanted to grow a pretty flower
but in examination hour...
it's dead.
And you gave me a grade instead.
I quit studying.
My mind is muddying.
I give up on this degree.
There is nothing here to see.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Christmas in South Korea
After college I traveled to South Korea as an English teacher. I ended up spending three Christmases abroad. One of my favorite holiday memories was going out Christmas caroling. See, Christmas caroling for your neighbors is not something that you do over in Korea. But one holiday season, my foreign friends and I really wanted to show our Korean friends how special some Christmas traditions could be: we made cookies, listened to Christmas music, and made our favorite holiday food- burritos!
That night, as we sat down to eat our burritos, my ceiling started to leak water. Quickly, my friend MiJung called the building maintenance, and two plumbers immediately arrived at my door. When they arrived the first thing that they noticed was not my leaking ceiling but the delicious buffet of burritos on the table. So we invited them to join our dinner! After dinner, the plumbers worked on fixing my ceiling while my friends and I practiced our Christmas songs for caroling. After a short time, it was concluded that the leaking ceiling was actually a problem with the pipes in my upstairs neighbor’s apartment. After the plumbers went on their way, we decided that the upstairs neighbors would be the best place to start our Christmas caroling. We put on our warm clothes, filled a bowl with holiday candy (sent from my parents in the United States), and set out.
My friend MiJung knocked on the door and when it opened, everyone started singing “Deck the Halls”, but before we finished the first line of the song, the neighbors slammed the door in our faces! We didn’t expect that at all, but we didn’t give up.
Our next stop was the security guard on the first floor. Our group of carolers gathered outside the door and started singing. Even though the security guard could see us through the glass doors, he just sat and looked at us like we were crazy. So once again, my friend MiJung knocked on the door and motioned that we would like to share some Christmas candy with him. The security guard opened the door a little, reached his hand out and took the candy from my hands- all of the candy, including the bowl!
With no candy left, we decided to stand out on the sidewalk and sing Christmas carols. We were freezing cold, but still enjoyed the night. And at the end, maybe out of sympathy or just hoping that we would go home, the nearby convenient store brought out free coffee for all of us.
Some of the pictures I have from that night include a group shot under a leaking ceiling, a plumber downing our burritos, and a group of freezing cold carolers standing on the sidewalk. And every time I look, I start laughing. We had so much fun together! And that’s really what Christmas is all about. Christ's birth is a story of promise, hope, and a revolutionary love to share with the people around us. For some people Christmas has turned into a season of stress, traffic jams, and shopping lists. But it’s not about that. Christmas is about sharing the love.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Make Your Own Bouquets, Corsages, Boutonnieres, and Centerpieces
Make Your Own Bouquets, Corsages, Boutonnieres, and Centerpieces (Look at those FLOWERS.. and not my weird face- haha!)
Over this summer I had the chance to participate in some wedding preparations. In the attempt to save some money, two of my friends decided to make their own bouquets, corsages, boutonnieres, and centerpieces. It might be helpful to know that you DON'T have to be Martha Stewart (although we might want to be), to create a masterpiece and save some money. I am not a professional, but I am experienced!
Here are the directions along with some pictures.
1. Order flowers in bulk. This was done by going into Sam's club and placing an order in the floral department.
2. Flowers will be delivered the day that you specify. Usually, people order them to be delivered one day before the wedding. That means that the flowers will still look really fresh, but you're going to need to set aside a good 3-4 hours the day before the wedding.
3. When the flowers arrive, open the packages. (Side note: if you ordered Gerber daisies the floral shop might have netting on the petals to keep them closed. Don't take this off until a few hours before the wedding. There might also be plastic tubing on the stems. You never have to take this off so as to support the stems.) Cut the stems and lower leaves off and run the flowers under cool water. After running the stems under cool water place them in vases (the vases should include a kind of plant food/powder that was sent with the flowers as well water that is the same temperature as what you were running the stems under).
4. Leave the flowers in the vases in a cool room for one hour. We turned the air-conditioning on high in the bedroom. If they fit in the refrigerator, you can put them in there too.
5. After letting the flowers sit for one hour, you can now cut and arrange the flowers.
6. Select flowers for bouquets, corsages, boutonnieres, and centerpieces. If you're making centerpieces than those should go in a vase and back to the cool room/refrigerator. For bouquets, corsages, and boutonnieres cut them slightly longer than you want them (since they will need to sit in a vase overnight).
7. Wrap the stems or arrangements with green floral tape. For wrist corsages a standard elastic florist wristlet is used for making wrist corsages. They can be found in most craft stores or a local florist shop.
8. After everything is cut, arranged, and wrapped, place back in a cool area.
9. On the next day (the day of the wedding), you will wrap the bouquets with ribbon (and cover the green floral tape). Start with a hot glue gun and hot glue the top of the ribbon to the very top of the bouquet stem, and then wrap the ribbon to the bottom of the stem. At the bottom, you may choose to glue or pin the ribbon (depending on how you want it to look). After this you're ready to walk down the aisle!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Embarrassing Moments Retold -hehehe!
And then it made me think of all of the other embarrassing moments in my life. This one is definitely not even close to the top ten and so I felt much better. :) Hopefully, this will make someone laugh or someone feel better (or maybe just me?), but I have decided to retell my embarrassing experiences.
2nd grade – After watching the movie A Christmas Story (which we were definitely not supposed to be watching), my brother and I decided to see if licking a metal pole in the middle of winter really would make it stick. Fortunately, right after we did that our bus came and we were able to rip our tongues off and get on the bus. As we got on the bus, I told my brother that my tongue was bleeding, but that I thought I was okay. Later that night after school and after dinner, my whole family was doing Advent devotions (just a few weeks before Christmas!), and my brother started crying! My parents finally got him to confess that we had stuck our tongues to the metal pole and he had been worrying about me all day because he knew that my tongue was bleeding. Oh!
3rd grade- In third grade, my family moved to the country, and so I changed elementary schools. During practice for the Christmas program, my teacher explained that we would all need to use a microphone to say our parts in the play. I raised my hand and told her that I didn't need to use a microphone because I could say my parts nice and loud. She then told the whole class that everyone needed to use a microphone. On the day of the Christmas program, I walked up and screamed my lines right into the microphone. The entire crowd leaned back like they'd been hit by a tidal wave. After that my class nicknamed me “blow-a-mic.”... And the name stuck with me until I moved on to middle school.
7th grade – I started middle school and went to my first middle school dance at the end of the year. My friend decided that since I had never danced with a boy before, she was going to set me up. She found a really nice kid and told me to go dance with him. I was so nervous that I couldn't look at him and halfway through the song I ran off the dance floor and out of the gym. (That “kid's” name is Josh- there are many more embarrassing stories involving him.)
8th grade – I decided that I liked a kid named JD. My middle school had a fund-raiser selling and delivering flowers on Valentine's day, and I decided to send JD a flower with a note. I went into the teacher's classroom and asked the teacher if I could leave a note to go with the flower that I was sending. The teacher misunderstood and delivered my love note to JD that day (in front of his entire class)- who didn't talk to me for an entire month after that. Ah! Oops.
9th grade – During the summer before, I took a trip with some of my friends and my friend's older brother and his friends. At the end of our week stay on Lake Michigan, one of the older brother's friends kissed me and everyone found out. Throughout the school year (I was in middle school but the older brother and all of his friends were in high school) whenever the older guys saw me, they sang “the kissing song”.
10th grade – Josh, the kid that I had my first dance with, asked me to go on a date. On our first date at the movies, he tried to put his arm around my shoulders. When he did that he caught my hair and was pulling my hair back and hurting my head. I didn't know what to do so I jumped up and told him that I had to go to the bathroom. Later I found out that it had just made him more nervous.
Traveling to new countries and experiencing new cultures always adds to my nervous/embarrassing experiences... And, I have traveled a lot! :)
In Cologne, Germany my class and I were visiting the cathedral and then had some free-time. My friend and I who didn't have a watch decided to walk downtown. Later, we were walking to the next shop when our buses drove right by us and stopped on the side of the street. My teacher came running out of the bus saying that they had left the cathedral 20 minutes ago.. without us. My friend and I had to walk on the full bus as everyone laughed at us for getting lost and being late in Cologne.
When I was in Paris, France with a group of college students, I was trying to say goodbye to one of the French students. I told him “au revoir” except that I said it exactly how it looks “oh revere!”. Unfortunately, everyone heard it and repeatedly used my pronunciation every time they said goodbye to me!
After college I moved to South Korea to teach English. Asian culture has so many “rules” that's incredibly easy to accidentally “disrespect” an elder. Most of those rules have something to do with eating. My first week in Korea the school where I was working had an employee dinner party (this happens at least 2-3 times a semester, but this was MY first one in Korea). At these parties there are long tables set up perpendicular to a head table where all of the head teachers, principal, and vice principal sit. There is one seat open in front of the principal and one-by-one every teacher goes up and talks to the principal and drinks with him (since I don't really drink I was told that I could dump my alcohol in a special bowl sitting on the ground). When it was my turn, I went up to the front and used my few Korean vocabularies to introduce myself to the principal. After that he picked up a piece of meat and my co-teacher told me that he wanted to feed me. Not really understanding, I opened my mouth and tilted my head back like a baby bird. The principal started laughing really hard which prompted all of my co-workers to turn and see the situation and laugh at me. (Apparently he just wanted to put the meat in my bowl- not my mouth! Haha!)
Oh I could go on and on and on about the funny things that happened to me in Korea, but there's one more that I think is especially funny. I was showing some co-workers the pictures that I had taken when one of them looked at me and said, “Jenny, do you have a dick-a?” I was a little shocked, but I asked her to repeat what she had just asked me. Again she said, “Do you have a dick-a?” I told her very plainly that I was a woman and so no, I did not have a dick-a. She then explained to me that Koreans sometimes combine and shorten words to make what they call Konglish. Dick-a was Konglish for digital camera. Oh! Haha!
During a trip to Macau, my friends and I were waiting for our dinner and we ordered a pitcher of sangria. We started to drink it on an empty stomach. 1 hour later our food still hadn't arrived and I was absolutely drunk. One friend (who was also videotaping the scene) asked me where our hotel was. I said, “Our hotel is over there.” And then, I proceeded to make circles over my head pointing everywhere. My friend still has this video and is threatens to show everyone that knows me. Hehehe!
I hope that reading this made you laugh. Or helped you get over a embarrassing situation! Take Care!
What's new?
I was waiting and waiting and waiting for an acceptance letter into the New York City Teaching Fellowship. I got in. And then, so many things happened that made me realize that I didn't really want to be in the program. I had a backup plan .. and it turned into plan A. I start St. Mary's University in Winona, MN on August 24.. in less than 2 weeks!
Since April I have worked for a textbook publishing company, two different elementary schools, a summer camp, and continued my other jobs part-time positions in ESL. Also, both of my roommates got married. I learned a lot (especially reception hall setup/take-down and how to put bouquets together - which will be a later post with pictures). 4 months ago I was really bored and really anxious! But now I see how many awesome things have happened! Yeah!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Looking for a Job - Who do YOU know?
How do you get that call back? These days people are searching everywhere for jobs monster.com, craigslist.com, etc. For an English major with a really random job history (lifeguard, swimming instructor, waitress, teaching English in South Korea, broadcasting, and now office management), finding a full-time job with benefits is seriously DRAINING! Looking online, writing cover letters, filling out 16 page applications only to get an hourly job. I'm even "in" with a staffing company, and I call them every Monday morning at 9:30. Two weeks have gone by and they still ask me the same questions each time I call (What kind of job are you looking for? How much would you like to get paid?). Why don't they keep these things in my file???I am tired of drinking a cup of coffee, getting my hopes up for that one email to come, only to sit at my computer in disappointment and look through jobsites everyday. I could look through my email and tell you the exact number, but I have applied for over 500 jobs. And less than half have even replied. Which leads me to this...
It's NOT what goes on your resume or even your education.
I think it's all about who you know. So, hmm.. who do YOU know? And, well part of it is knowing God, right? As hard as all of this is, without His patience, I wouldn't be where I am today. But after 500 jobs and all of the part-time work.. what is God showing me? Am I supposed to wait for the perfect job? Is this struggle to find out where I am really supposed to be? Is God showing me yet one more way I am supposed to trust Him in every situation? Or, is it something more.... Maybe I'll never know, but if I do I'll let you know. In the meantime, WHO DO YOU KNOW?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Intro to "The Rain Slug"
~Sparkly Fusion
*Chapter 15* New Friends
One hour later the taco buffet was set up and everyone was starving. Mr. Mathews asked everyone to gather around the table so that they could pray before the dinner started. Before Mr. Mathews started, the old neighbor woman walked in with a pot and a bowl on top. She talked to Mrs. Mathews and told her that she had prepared some food as well for them today. The children looked in the bowl and saw rice, but the pot contained the same brown liquid that she had tried to feed them earlier!
Daisy thought quickly, “Is this woman trying to poison us again?” She looked at her mom and whispered, “Mom, we smelled this awful smell all day. This soup is that smell! I think she’s trying to kill us!”
Mrs. Mathews laughed hard and then turned to her children, “Did you kids try the soup?”
“No,” said Max, “We spit it out so that we wouldn’t die!”
“This soup might smell really bad,” said Mrs. Mathews, “but this is a Korean specialty. It’s called ‘Daenjang Chigae’. The bean paste makes the soup smell really uniquely, but the taste is actually really great!”
“I see,” said Leo. “We thought we were in danger more than three times today, but actually, it was our own fault. I guess this country might be a little safer without us.”
Everyone laughed hard and patted him on the back.
“Kids, I tell my students that the only way to live abroad is to make a lot of friends,” said Mr. Mathews. “Everyone should make friends that can support you physically and spiritually. I think you need to make a new friend. Let me introduce you to our neighbor- Kang, SaRang. Her name literally means ‘love’ in Korean, and I think today that we have all seen God’s love in her today.”
The children all gave her a big hug and Kang, SaRang gave them a big smile.
“Now, I think it’s time that we pray so that we can enjoy this delicious food!” said Mrs. Mathews. “I’m starving!”
*Chapter 14* God’s Promises
Their father silently reached out to the bookshelf and opened his bible. “Kids, we only started the story about Noah today,” said Mr. Mathews. “I think that it’s time that we read the rest.”
Curious, everyone sat on the floor as their father read the story of Noah from the book of Genesis. Mrs. Mathews pulled out her Korean bible and helped the firemen and neighbor understand the story.
Mr. Mathews read how all of the animals had come to Noah and they had boarded the ship. Everyone listened intently. Mr. Mathews read how God closed the door of the boat while it rained 40 days, how Noah had to stay on the boat with all of the animals for over a year waiting until the water went down, and using a raven and a dove to determine when they could get off.
And then Mr. Mathews came to the end and said, “This is the most important part. Listen carefully.” He read, “The LORD smelled the pleasing aroma and said in his heart: ‘Never again will I curse the ground because of man, even though every inclination of his heart is evil from childhood. And never again will I destroy all living creatures, as I have done. As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease’.”
Mr. Mathews looked over at his kids. I asked you to look up the volcanic eruption in Krakatoa, not because I wanted you to know about the other natural disasters on earth, but because I wanted to know that even though this devastating thing had happened, today there is a thriving community and even a National park with the most beautiful animals living there. God put those animals there- just like you were asking, Leo. God promised that He would never destroy living creatures again the same way that He did during the time of Noah. And God doesn’t break his promises.”
“So screaming slugs don’t cause floods?” asked Leo.
“There are many natural disasters these days, but He won’t wipe the human race off of the face of the earth,” said Mr. Mathews. Only God can make the thunder and the lightning and the rain. God definitely loves each of you. When bad things happen (and they will!), we have to trust that God is there to take care of us.”
After Mrs. Mathews translated the conclusion, the old woman nodded and said “amen.”
“Oh, she’s a Christian?” asked Max.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Mathews. “She goes to church nearby and she loves God with all of her heart.”
“Really?” asked Daisy wondering why this woman had tried to poison them earlier today.
Mrs. Mathews asked the old woman something in Korean and the woman nodded quickly and then replied. Mrs. Mathews translated, “She goes to morning prayer everyday to pray for her family and she says that when we moved in she also prayed for our family too!” The old woman talked a little more and then Mrs. Mathews said, “She also says that she needs to pray harder for the strength to keep putting out your fires!”
“What?!?!?!” asked Daisy, Max and Leo at the same time.
Mr. Mathews answered, “That’s right kids. She said that she smelled the smoke and when she saw you coming out of the apartment with such a scared look she got really worried. She opened our door and saw the fire still burning on the floor so she dumped a bucket of water on it. She saved this apartment from burning and the homes of so many families in this building. You should be really thankful for what she did.”
The children stared at her curiously, but thanked her using their limited Korean vocabulary, “Kam-sa-ham-ni-da!” Thank you.
The old woman smiled and nodded in reply.
*Chapter 13* The Slug DID IT!
The old woman explained to Mrs. Mathews how to cook sea slug. First, you have to squeeze the slug so that liquid comes out of the inside. Then you put the slug into a boiling pot of water to boil it- NOT to fry it. After the slug has been boiled, the slimy outside of the skin turns rough. People only eat the outside of the slug and NEVER the inside. The old woman went on to explain that Max and Leo ate the wrong part. They ate the dung of the slug.
“Ewwwwwwwww!” screamed Max.
“I think I am sick,” replied Leo.
The firemen went on to explain to Mrs. Mathews that people don’t usually eat sea slugs until winter. Just like raw fish people usually stayed away from the sea slugs caught during the summer. That’s probably why the kids had gotten the sea slug for free. Everyone laughed and laughed until tears were coming from their eyes.
*Chapter 12* Putting Out the Fire
Mrs. Mathews didn’t know whether to be mad or worried or just happy that her children were safe. After Leo had started crying, Daisy and Max had also started crying and so Mrs. Mathews just tried to hold them all together. “There, there. It’s going to be alright,” whispered Mrs. Mathews. She looked up to their apartment window on the seventh floor, but she couldn’t see any fire or even smoke coming from their window. They waited and waited together. After a time the children’s tears stopped, but they were still too worked up to tell their mom how they had started the fire.
Ten minutes later, the firemen came out of the building with Mr. Mathews and … the old neighbor woman living next to them! One of the firemen spoke to the crowd and the people started walking inside. The crowd didn’t seem worried, but were quite happy that they could go back to their homes, away from the rain.
Mr. Mathews looked at his children and then said, “Well, I think that you need to explain to me, your mother, these firemen, and our neighbor what went on today.” The children turned embarrassedly red and followed their father back up to their apartment. When they walked into the apartment there was a large puddle where the fire had been. The three children sat on the couch and the adults sat on the floor with their backs against the wall facing the three.
“Daisy, you are the oldest, and I put you in charge of your brothers,” said Mrs. Mathews. “Why was there a fire here?”
Daisy looked over to the computer and saw their Indonesian flood story left still on the screen. She remained silent for a little while, until Max spoke up.
*Chapter 11* Fire
“Well, we can at least go outside and try to warn them,” said Max. “Maybe we can point at the mountain and show them that they need to head up there to stay safe from the fire and out of reach of the flood.”
Max and Daisy and Leo put on their rain coats and went out the door. Their neighborly old woman came out at the same time as them and tried to look inside their apartment.
“She knows what’s going on,” thought Daisy. “She’s reading our minds.” Max quickly shut the door and they all walked to the stairs while the old woman was locking her door. When the three of them got to the stairs, people were going down and chatting rapidly in Korean. The kids didn’t know what they were saying but could only guess that everyone was wondering why the fire alarm went off. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, everyone was standing there with the umbrellas and raincoats. In Korea, people rarely go outside without protecting themselves because of the acid rain.
The fire trucks came and asked the people some questions, but no one seemed to know what was going on. Everyone was shaking their heads and looking at the building. From the parking lot, you could see each apartment’s window of every room in the twenty-one story building, but nothing seemed to be going wrong.
The three children were huddled together to keep warm and try to stay dry when their parents came running through the parking lot. They had heard the fire alarms and seen all of the people when they got off the bus. Mr. and Mrs. Mathews were shouting their names trying to see if the kids had made it safely out of the building. Daisy shouted, “Mom!” and Mr. and Mrs. Mathews ran over to the three children. Their mom and dad hugged them in a big group hug and then asked if the kids knew what happened.
Leo looked at them and then started crying. “We started the fire, mom and dad.”
*Chapter 10* Dead Screaming Slug
“We share the same ocean as these women. We killed the screaming slug and now it’s raining. What if we killed the same kind of rain slug those women did?”
“Ah! That’s why that man didn’t want to sell it to us,” said Leo. “How about we make a fire? We’ll do the same thing that that woman in the story did!”
“Right! And since there’s nothing dry outside, I am sure that we can just burn a few notebooks and garbage. I know where mom keeps the lighter for the candles. I’ll go get them!” said Max.
Leo and Daisy collected some paper and old newspapers and piled it up in the middle of the living room floor. “It’s not too big, it won’t get out of hand,” thought Daisy. “Plus, I don’t want these Korean people knowing that their city is flooding because we killed their sea slug.”
“We can do this,” said Max. “No one will notice the flood if we start the fire right away. Hurry up!”
After they piled everything up, Max slowly lit the pile with the lighter. Slowly and carefully, the children watched as their pile burned. They didn’t think about the fire reaching the fire alarm. And unlike American buildings when the fire alarm goes off in just one room, when their apartment alarm started, every alarm went off in the whole building. The kids stared blankly at each other not knowing what to do.
*Chapter 9* Indonesian Flood Stories
A long time ago some women were sitting on a log chopping a large stalk. As they were doing this, the Indonesian women noticed some bleeding from the cuts they were making. They looked down at the end of their stalk and saw that it was really a giant, sea creature. Instead of letting the animal go the women decided to kill it and eat it. When they were frying the pieces, strange screaming noises came from the frying pan and a torrential rain began pouring down on the village. The rain flooded the entire city so people had to move to higher ground. One smart woman noticed that if you rubbed some stones together it would start a fire. She was the first one to ever make fire and eventually the water in the village dried up.
*Chapter 8* Eating the Slug
“Don’t be ridiculous, Daisy,” said Tom. “Get up. Look in the pan. There’s still a piece left. I bet that’s the part that you have to eat anyways!” They all looked inside the pan. This time more cautious not knowing what the sea slug would do to them again. In the middle was a long brown, meat-like piece leftover from the screaming slug.
“This is nasty, Max,” said Leo. “That lousy slug spewed its pieces all over me. Look I even have little burn marks where it landed on me!”
“Go wash it off then,” said Max. “There’s still a piece left and I really want know what it tastes like.” One by one they went to the bathroom and used a rag to wipe of the spewed pieces of slug. Max picked up the chunks left on the floor and Daisy wiped up the rest with a towel. Finally, when it was all cleaned up, they sat back at the table and stared at the remains of the slug. Daisy sliced it and put a small chunk onto a piece of bread.
“You’re first, Beaver” said Max. Leo looked at it, took a big breath, and then a bite.
“How is it?” asked Daisy.
Leo made a face and then said, “Disgusting!”
“I want to try it,” said Max. Leo handed over the piece of bread with brown sea slug smeared on it. Max smelled it and then took a bite. “EWWWWW! That is awful!” Max threw it in the garbage and Daisy tied the bag worried that they might make her try it too.
“We should take it outside before mom or dad sees this,” said Daisy. “They’re going to be so mad!” But at that point the rain ominously started.
“Let’s just wait until the rain stops,” said Leo.
“Alright, let’s not forget. Mom and dad will be back by 4 pm,” said Max. “You know what that means right? NINTENDO!” Leo and Max ran off to the TV leaving Daisy alone to play on the computer.
But when she got to the computer, she found that Leo had left up some interesting sites. There was one on Krakatoa explaining what their dad had talked about earlier in the day. Krakatoa was a volcano that erupted a long time ago and killed over 35,000 people. For many years after it erupted, no one or thing lived on the island, but today it is full of villages, people and a wide variety of creatures.
“Wow, that’s really interesting,” thought Daisy. She looked at the next page. Her brother had searched for “Indonesian Flood Stories”. She read slowly and carefully over this page. Her eyes got wider and wider and mouth started to drop. She turned and looked outside and then to the garbage bag containing the lifeless dead slug, but could not believe what was happening. “I’ve started another flood,” thought Daisy. Her mind raced faster and faster. “Boys, get over here. YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!”
*Chapter 7* Cooking the Slug
“It has no mouth,” explained Daisy.
“I think it does. See that hole there?” said Leo.
“How do you know that’s not the other end? Can you even guess that there are teeth in there?” asked Max.
“Listen! It’s making a purring noise. It sounds like a cat. I bet there is some kind of tongue in there!” said Leo.
“That’s ridiculous. An animal doesn’t need a tongue to make noise!” said Daisy.
“How do you know it’s an animal? Maybe it’s a sea CUCUMBER!” exclaimed Daisy.
“Daisy, come on! Everyone knows the difference between a sea cucumber and a sea slug,” said Max. “This is definitely a slug. Beaver, go research sea slug on the computer. We can compare it with a picture on the internet and maybe even figure out how to cook it.”
“Well there are no ovens to bake it, so I am going to grill it like a grilled cheese sandwich,” said Daisy. She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two pieces of bread and buttered each side. Then she turned on the gas stove and put one piece of bread on the pan. Max intently carried the slug platter over to the stove and turned it over- dropping the slug into the greasy pan. Daisy and Max watched as the slug started moving faster and faster around pushing the piece of bread with it.
“This is disgusting, Max” said Daisy hardly able to watch. “I can’t believe we are going to watch this slug die like this.” And if that wasn’t enough, the slug started screaming with such a high-pitch that Leo came in thinking that it was his sister.
“Wow, that noise is awful!” exclaimed Leo. “Whoever knew that a slug could make that kind of noise?”
“Really! Take it off the burner, Daisy. I have no idea what this slug is going to do!” yelled Max over the high pitch scream of the slug. But just as she was reaching over to turn the heat down there was a loud popping noise and the sea slug went flying through the air! All three of the children dropped to the floor and covered their head as pieces of the flying sea slug fell all over them.
*Chapter 6* Poisoned
Bravely, Daisy opened her mouth and the woman pushed the spoon in. Daisy held the food in her mouth as she turned to open the door while her brothers opened their mouths.
“ke-kot-en ma-shi-sin-ka?” asked the woman.
The three stared blankly at her with their mouths full of the brown liquid. They had NO idea what she was telling them. She looked at them confusedly and then went back to her apartment. Quickly they opened the door and ran to the bathroom to spit out the poison.
“We gotta tell mom what that woman did to us!” Max said excitedly. “Maybe finally mom will take our side!” Max went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of coke to get rid of the flavor in his mouth.
Daisy and Leo nodded enthusiastically, as they passed the coke around, taking turns sipping from the bottle. Max had dropped the slug on the floor when they got in the apartment and it was rolling around, still alive, but wrapped in the paper.
“Man, we almost got poisoned today. Isn’t that enough of a challenge, Max?” asked Leo. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You can’t chicken out on me now, Beaver. Besides, I want to know what it tastes like. I think we all have to try it,” said Max.
“Yah, I’ll cook, it Beaver, and then I am sure that it will be fine,” said Daisy as she unwrapped the paper surrounding the slug and placed it on a platter. The three children stared intently at the object still moving slowly around.
*Chapter 5* The Slug Goes Home
“Well, you know, they were probably confused why in the world there were three foreign kids here in this market. We definitely don’t look like their average customers. Maybe they thought that we were monsters? Hahaha!” laughed Max. But Max was right. The three children did not look anything like the people that populated the streets of their small Korean market. Max and Daisy had blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Leo had light brown hair and green eyes, but was especially recognizable because he was covered in freckles. If that wasn’t enough to make the Koreans stare at them, Max was carrying a brown paper package that was still moving.
As they walked back to their apartment, they talked excitedly about their plans for the rest of the week. Tomorrow was Saturday and their parents had promised to take them to the nearby amusement park- Seoul Land. And on Sunday, they would attend church in downtown Seoul. Even though the bus ride was quite far, the whole family looked forward to going. Many foreigners attended the service including children the same age as Daisy, Max, and Leo. But one of their favorite parts about going into Seoul was the chance to eat Tacos. Western food was not popular near their Korean apartment, but near church there was a taco restaurant that everyone loved.
When they got back to their apartment building, the old woman next door was still cooking and the nasty smell was still coming out of her apartment. Daisy stood in front of their door and was looking through her bag for the keys. Their old neighbor woman came outside with a bowl and spoon. Inside the bowl was the smelly thing that she had seemed to be cooking all day.
“Hurry up and get inside, Max, I think she’s trying to poison us,” said Daisy. But they were too late. The woman was holding out a spoonful of brown liquid with a big white chunk floating in the middle. Daisy hadn’t found the keys to the apartment yet so they were trapped. “What are we going to do?”
*Chapter 4* The Slug
With confidence, Leo asked for the money and walked up to the cash register. They had all learned a few Korean words, but knew that pointing with their finger was usually the best way to get what they wanted.
“Anyung-ha-say-yo,” said the cashier. Hello.
Leo pointed at the tanks outside and the cashier followed him out. Daisy and Max pointed at the pale orange sea slug swimming around in the tank. The cashier looked at them and shook his head.
“I don’t understand. I see people do this all day!” Daisy whispered angrily. “Sir, we want to buy that sea slug!”
Max kicked Daisy. “Dude, they don’t understand English. Yelling at him is not going to help.”
Daisy tried again pointing at the orange slug and Leo showed him the money. The cashier looked extra worried, but reached over for the fish net. At first he tried to catch one of the other fish in the tank, but Max stepped in next to him shaking his head and pointing again at the slug. The cashier talked to them quickly and excitedly in Korean, but they had no idea what he was saying. Finally, the man sighed, caught the orange slug, and put it on a piece of wrapping paper, rolled it up, and handed it to the kids.
Max took the slug which was still moving in the paper while Leo tried to give the man some of the money that their mom had left them.
The cashier looked at the three kids and said, “Ah-ni-o. Service.”
The kids stood silently looking at each other for answers. They didn’t know what he was saying. “Well it was enough money right?” Leo asked Daisy.
“Yeah I think so.”
“I think he’s giving us a present,” said Max. “Let’s just walk away and see what he does.”
They turned slowly and started walking. Leo looked over his shoulder to see what the man would do, but he was just standing there smiling at the three kids.