The World Where Horses Sell Tickets
I tried asking my father "Dad, where do people go when they die?" I had been quite uneasy about this for a while. After thinking for a little while, my father said "When people die, they go to the world where horses sell tickets. They buy tickets from the horses there, and ride on trains, and eat bentos. There are chikuwa and kobumaki and strips of cabbage in the bentos." I thought about this for a little while. But I couldn’t understand why people had to eat chikuwa and kobumaki after they died. Last year, when Gramma died, we had sushi delivered. So why can dead people only eat chikuwa and kobumaki? I had a feeling that this wasn’t very fair. When I said this, my father said "When people die, they want to eat chikuwa and kobumaki and cabbage. It’s just that way."
"So then what happens? After they eat the bentos?" I tired asking. "When the train reaches it’s destination, all the people get off. Then they buy another ticket from another horse, and ride another train," my father said.
"And then they eat another bento with chikuwa and kobumaki and cabbage, right?" I shouted, unable to restrain myself. I can’t stand even the sight of chikuwa or kobumaki or cabbage. I turned to my father and stuck out my tongue. "That‘s terrible! I don’t eat any of that stuff," I said.
When I did this, my father glared at me. But it wasn’t my father anymore, but a horse instead. This father-horse had a ticket in his hand. "Neigh, neigh, aren’t we selfish! When you buy this ticket from me and ride the train, you’ll have to eat chikuwa and kobumaki and strips of cabbage for ever and ever and ever. Neigh, neigh!"
I was so scared that I cried and cried. After a moment had passed, my father changed back from a horse to my father again. "Hey, don’t cry. Why don’t the two of us go to MacDonald’s and get hamburgers," Father said in a gentle voice." So I finally stopped crying.
[此贴子已经被norwood于2002-4-1 18:26:21编辑过]
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