A day of leisure and the children snatched the chance to play. Like angels enjoying the waves of childhood, they played outside the garden, on clay soil or grass or on the streets. They made their own simple toys, like boats from pieces of bread, spears from sticks and small houses from stones and boxes. They played games, from games of skill with cherry stones or tops to activities such as archery, football and dancing. A pair of them played with hula hoops, barrels and sticks. They fixed their toys with strings and stones. That covered everything and they stayed until the moon came out at night.
Jose lit the fire and played his flute made of bamboo. He got used to its tune and he thought he was getting better with it. Ah, the joy of simple living! He has been living in this island for quite some time now. He thought it’s a good place to write his novel, so with some provisions and his pen and paper, he became a stranger to the rest of the world. And he trusted his instinct and quick reaction to the challenges of living alone in the deserted island. He observed nature, trees and leaves grew and wilted, birds sang, the sound of the waves and splashes. (109 words)
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