Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Badji moo

Well. I thought I could just sail on other people's boats to the end of the journey, but it turns out I need a ship of my own. Or perhaps it will be a tiny boat.

So far it is only a shell. I've named it Lille fnugg, after snow flakes, dandelion fluff and runaway dust balls. Small and floaty, with only the wind for breath.

It is a cold day today, and I thought I'd share some child linguistics, worked out by a Norwegian kid. Not me, though I wish it were. In his dream language:

Water = badji
Flying = moo
Snow = badji moo.


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