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to inform the reader that the text will take a second look at the grimms’ original tales

  one day samantha and her brother carson was walking in a path then samantha's brother carson almost stepped on something on the ground "carson, stop! " she shouted "huh, why? " he stopped "beacause, this" she says picking this mysterious object off of the ground it looked like a smart watch but there was another under it, one of them was gold one was silver. "woah, smart watches! " carson said "yeah, woah, you want gold or silver? " sam said "ummm, i'll take silver" carson smiled

  when they put it on it started to glow but no one was around, wafter 30 seconds of waiting a small silver dragon   came to carson, about the same time a golden lion came to samantha. "carson you need to get us some where safe so all of us can talk." the dragon said in his squeaky voice "by the way im silvester"   he said "we need to also samantha, im goldy." she said in her sqeaky voice.

  samantha and carson were suprised, scared and happy at the same time, so they took the little animals to their shed that nobody but them go into. "so where did you guys come from? " samantha said as they all sat down, "goldy and i, came from a far away land called zelda 101," silvester said "we are partners looking to find two human partners and you two are the perfect type, we could all be a team in zelda 101 and many other places that need certant things." goldy said "would you be willing? " silvester said

  "most definetly! " they both yelled "shh" silvester and goldy shouted. "ohh sorry" samantha and carson said.

main idea: it is important to prepare today for the needs of tomorrow.

the grasshopper was dying due to hunger, and this was because he didn't prepare for the winter.

the ants told the grasshopper, "if you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter."

the ants were spending a fine winter's day drying grain collected in the summertime.

when connie willis was 12 years old, her mother died. in january of 2003, willis was interviewed for locus magazine. she recognized that death is a major issue in her writing, specially because the vacuous and appalling things that people tend to say in order to support you when someone you loved dies. what really saved willis was reading. books, literature, are not false. poetry tells the truth (as dickinson said: "tell al the truth but tell it slant"). it's not a escape from reality, but a nigromantic experience where whe can talk to people that exist no more. that's the definition that connie willis gives in her novel "passage": «(literature) it's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! ». enrique vila-matas has figured out the esence of literary experience when he said in a lecture that he intends to have his revenge against life (and death), because to write (and to read) is a form of living and a way to remember. i like in that sense the idea of not leting anything human to get lost. i feel fiction and poetry as the shapes of an ancient anger. like in the poem from dylan thomas: «do not go gentle into that good night / rage, rage against the dying of the light».

but there is another aspect that i have learned from connie willis's quote. in his famous work "danubio", the italian writer claudio magris describes literature as house removals. some messages reach us, other messages get lost in the labyrinth. those messages which are our inheritance teach us how to live and how to die, how to love and how to hate, how to laugh and how to cry. i think that tales really shape us if we listen to them. maybe through the stories we read we learn how to emphatize with others, knowing that the bells tolls for every each of us.