It was rather cold that day, five below zero. We paid a yearly visit to my uncle. My uncle lived in the temperate zone. To get to his house, we needed to pass a zigzag path and crossed several zebra crossings. We parked our car in my uncle’s yard. My uncle had his youthful spirit at 65. He was fat and slow. and yet people liked him. But he hadn’t married as yet. My uncle showed great zeal to welcome us. We noticed something wrong with his leg. He explained he was going to hospital for an X-ray. He wasn’t the kind of person to yield to illness. After supper, we sat together, chatting. My uncle said a lot, such as yeast must be used in producing wine; a cow would yield several gallons of milk each day; one should eat some vegetables contained zinc and Fe; the trees in his garden would gave a high yield of fruit this year. His zealous but long speech made us yawn. Usually at this time. my uncle would yell at us to be careful. This time, my little son said, “Granduncle, can you write down what you said and I can xerox it.” Hearing this, all of us including my uncle break into laughter. |