Once there was this land, with this people. They were weird when it comes to keeping in touch with people. You meet them, you talk to them and they are very nice. But when you send them an email later, they rarely replied, and if they did it was as if it is a different person writing to you, not at all the same friendly person with whom you were talking to.

freedomMy name is king henry, the dog living next door. Every day in the morning and evening my owner Tom takes me for a walk and I get well fed at home. And my time between eating and the walks is spend either by sleeping or lazing around in the flat. One day I was looking out our apartment window, and down the street i could see all the people walking talking and bustling around. I saw a group of stray dogs walking around, searching for something to eat. And when they looked up and saw me I could imagine them talking within themselves, look at that lucky dog, he has everything. And then I was thinking to myself, I have everything but freedom, and they have nothing but freedom !

One day I went walking through a winding road in a beautiful country side and on my way I saw a bench with a view to the most perfect sunset across the fields. As I sat there gazing across the horizon I heard a sweet laughter of a little child. I turned aside and I saw a beautiful little child happily running towards her mother and as the mother embraced the child in her arms the little child planted a sweet little kiss on her mothers cheeks. And at this moment the mothers eyes glowed in such a happiness which out shined everything else, even the most beautiful sun set

story teller