Dear Reader,
I'm not sure if the previous experiment worked out at all. The story kept changing as I wrote it. I began with something completely different in my mind. It was going to end with a jabbering woman accidentally picking up a rat from a plate of pastries on the table.She was about to put it in her mouth, when she noticed two frightened eyes staring back at her. The moral of the story was going to be: Watch what you eat or it will watch you.
No rat I know would wait long enough to be caught by a human hand. Ants don't scurry away like rats do, so I decided to use a big red ant instead. I've never seen an ant looking at me, like I imagined the rat would look at the woman, sort of like an animated big-eyed Jerry, so I dropped the "it will watch you" at the end. To make the story plausible, I used a big red ant, a laddu, and a greedy girl. I wanted to make the moral funny like Thurber's "Watch your boobies before they hatch!" But honestly, I didn't laugh out loud at "Watch what you eat," which was intended to be a clever pun.
In any case, even though I didn't like the story, I had fun writing it. It's certainly not a story that I would remember if someone else had written it. Some stories have that effect. A man would walk out of a building and you would think that he was just like the man in the story you read ten years ago. In comparison, this laddu story was flat. But at least it was a story and the point of this blog was to write, just about anything.
I have a bad attack of allergy today. I am not sure if I want to work too hard on another story. But to keep this going, I'm going to see if I can come up with something.
Lots of love,
Ann
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