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Two Old Women: Book Review

One day, I was browsing the bookshelves of my local library looking for something interesting to read. There’s one particular shelf in an adult section of the library that I like to browse all the time, and it’s one that has books of myth, folklore, and fairytales . I eventually found a book that I had never heard of or read before; Two Old Women . Two Old Women is a book written by Velma Wallis . It is an Alaskan legend of the Gwich’in people that Wallis’s mother told her after they had finished collecting firewood (p. xi). According to Wallis, her mother had told her this story because of an earlier conversation they had while collecting firewood (p. X.) Wallis was amazed by the fact that her mother still collected her own firewood despite being in her early fifties, and despite the work being physically difficult for her (p. xii) According to Wallis, the elders amongst her people would work until they couldn’t move or until they died (p. xii). After talking about these things, her ...

What's for Dinner


Yesterday, I received a strange letter.

It said, “You’re the winner!

Congratulations my friend,

You have been invited to a grand dinner!”


At the bottom was the time it would start

Along with the address.

I didn’t have anything else better to do

So I put on a bit of perfume and my best dress.


When I went to the house

I was greeted by a hare.

He let me right in

And all I could do was stare.


The house was magnificent.

It had such elegant decor.

Crystal chandeliers, silver flowers,

And ornate paintings galore!


There were plenty of animals

Who had been invited to the dinner too

Such as a bear, an ox,

And even a cockatoo.


My stomach growled.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the hare.

“I am not sure,” he said.

“Ask the mare.”



“What’s for dinner?”

I asked the mare.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Ask the bear.”


Frustrated, I went to find him.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the bear.

“I don’t know,” he said, licking his chops.

“But I’m hungry, so I might eat Hare.”


“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Who’s hosting this party, anyway?”

“I think it’s the cockatoo,” the bear said.

“You smell like cookies, I dare say.”


I didn’t want to be an appetizer

So I quickly left the room.

I was beginning to regret

Putting on that cookie dough perfume.


As my stomach growled louder,

I found the cockatoo.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Ask the kangaroo.”


I sighed and found the kangaroo.

Again, I asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask Ox. Maybe he knows the winner.”


At this point, I was hangry.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the ox.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask that silly fox.”


I stormed over to the fox.

“What. Is. For dinner?”

The fox smiled at me.

“Why are you the winner?”


“I suppose, but what does that mean?!”

The fox chuckled. “Oh, so you don’t know?

The ‘winner’ is the appointed chef

And chefs must prepare food, sooo…”


I stood there dumbfounded.

“Surely this is a joke!”

The fox shrugged.

“We’d pay you for it, but we’re broke.”


My face grew hot.

“This is utterly insane!

And you thought I’d go along with this?

That’s simply inane!”

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