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Hello my name is Reginald Schweeny. I work at the Cleveland Zoo. I enjoy working with the animals because we can't really become cross with each other. Not like you can become cross with humans. I know what that's like. One minute you are resting your head on a person's shoulder and your voice is pleasant and their voice is pleasant and you are saying nice, easy things to each other. Then you mention something you know you shouldn't and easy becomes hard. Because you can't just hear one harsh tone from a friend and ignore it. You have to finish it and say harsh things back to them, even if you don't want to. Then you can't rest your head on their shoulder anymore. Well, at least for the night. Now you have to think about what you did wrong and worry about things you don't want to worry about anymore.
My name is Winnie Atkins. I don't work anywhere. That's 'cause I'm 7 years-old. I'm gonna tell you about my friend Quincy Uganda. First thing to tell you that is most interesting is that he has shiny, shiny hair that is the color purple. I tell you, that head of hair is the best thing that ever was. And what's more is that it's curly too, which makes it all the more magnificent. Quincy has pale skin. But his cheeks are pink, like a really healthy looking baby. He wears a monk's robe, but it is white. (but not see-through because it is of very soft thick fabric) Quincy always appears at the beginning of every storm. Just when the wind begins to act sick and the sky turns dark. He rides his bicycle down my street several times back and forth, until the rain drops become steady. Then he stops in front of my house and comes in the house, even if it is locked he comes in just as comfortably as if he lived there himself. He usually sits down and watches a little TV or goes in the kitchen to make himself a snack. I hear him and I know it is him and not my parents because I JUST KNOW! I say to him from my bed room, "Quincy, is that you? I thought I'd never see you again. We haven't had good rain in so long" He says right back, "I've missed coming, Winnie. I really have. It's a boring life I lead when I'm not with you. What are we going to do today?" As I come into the kitchen I say, "Well, I thought we'd do something a bit different. Today I think we should first, have a snack. Then go to this place in Turkey I heard of where you can go to this church and watch these tall men do prayer dances. It should be fun, I think." "What is a prayer dance?" Quincy asked. "Well," I said, "It's when they spin around and around with their hands up over their heads. And while they do this they do extreme praying. Because the more they spin, the closer they are to god. And they call this dancing because there is a beat they move to- a couple of little drums that make a wonderfully hypnotic noise." "That sounds beautiful," Quincy said. "Let's do it."
My name is Winnie Atkins. I don't work anywhere. That's 'cause I'm 7 years-old. I'm gonna tell you about my friend Quincy Uganda. First thing to tell you that is most interesting is that he has shiny, shiny hair that is the color purple. I tell you, that head of hair is the best thing that ever was. And what's more is that it's curly too, which makes it all the more magnificent. Quincy has pale skin. But his cheeks are pink, like a really healthy looking baby. He wears a monk's robe, but it is white. (but not see-through because it is of very soft thick fabric) Quincy always appears at the beginning of every storm. Just when the wind begins to act sick and the sky turns dark. He rides his bicycle down my street several times back and forth, until the rain drops become steady. Then he stops in front of my house and comes in the house, even if it is locked he comes in just as comfortably as if he lived there himself. He usually sits down and watches a little TV or goes in the kitchen to make himself a snack. I hear him and I know it is him and not my parents because I JUST KNOW! I say to him from my bed room, "Quincy, is that you? I thought I'd never see you again. We haven't had good rain in so long" He says right back, "I've missed coming, Winnie. I really have. It's a boring life I lead when I'm not with you. What are we going to do today?" As I come into the kitchen I say, "Well, I thought we'd do something a bit different. Today I think we should first, have a snack. Then go to this place in Turkey I heard of where you can go to this church and watch these tall men do prayer dances. It should be fun, I think." "What is a prayer dance?" Quincy asked. "Well," I said, "It's when they spin around and around with their hands up over their heads. And while they do this they do extreme praying. Because the more they spin, the closer they are to god. And they call this dancing because there is a beat they move to- a couple of little drums that make a wonderfully hypnotic noise." "That sounds beautiful," Quincy said. "Let's do it."