My Great-Grandma used to tell my sister and me this old German fable about a couple of sly foxes that broke into a chicken coop on dark, rainy evening.
It was a cautionary tale of gluttony, but we wanted her to tell it over and over again.
In the tale, the foxes squeezed into a tiny hole in the chicken coop floor. Since we lived on my grandfather’s farm, Great-Gram always made the farmer in the story our PaPa. The one fox feasted all night on chickens. The other, realizing the escape hole was quite tiny, ate only a small amount.
When the farmer arrived in the morning, the smart fox escaped, and the other, well let’s just say my Great Grandma described in detail, complete with hand gestures, what happened to the “piggy” fox. Sometimes she would tell it in German, but we new from the hand gestures exactly what was happening.
Now that is a great lesson on not overeating!
These are some polymer clay covered Easter eggs that I made for my family last year. Today, I’m busy placing the finishing touches on my gifts for this year.
So what projects have you been procrastinating on?