Marike Roth's Web Dreams

A carved giraffe

A carved giraffe

When the German soldiers came knocking, he hid in his hole.

He cried easily. I had heard stories of him from my mother but I knew him only during a three-month period when I was 11 years old. On his birthday we gave him a gift of a small carved wooden giraffe. I was shocked and a bit embarrassed to see tears well up in his eyes and spill down his cheeks at the sight of the gift. I had never seen a grown man cry.

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Submitted by : Jim Boorman of George on 2009-02-26 18:46:15
brought tears to my eyes..


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