A Snowman and a Hare or a Person Who Had No Education. Eva Demoore

of fluffy mittens and examines them thoroughly. “Our paws are more perfect,” she states.

      “Why do you always prepare rice with carrots?” the hare interrupts her suddenly.

      “Why do you ask about it?” asks the granny. “You don’t enjoy this meal anymore?”

      “I always enjoy it. I am ready to eat it again and again.”

      “Then why do you ask?”

      “I would like some more,” the hare says.

      “Sure,” the granny nods and she gives some more rice.

      “How is the uncle?” the hare asks after the meal.

      “He is fine,” answers the granny.

      “I am happy to know it,” says the hare. “And how is your neighbor?”

      “He is fine too.”

      “I am delighted to hear it,” the hare says.

      “We haven’t spoken about miracles,” the granny reminds. The hare looks at his granny with curiosity. “I am not ready to talk about miracles,” he says.

      The granny gets a few natural stones from the shelf. “Then, we’ll deal with the Earth treasures. We can talk about minerals and crystals,” she suggests. “I certainly want to discuss different miracles more,” she says with expectation.

      “No way,” the hare licks the plate. “We have discussed that already.” He looks at his paws.

      “There are other miracles in the world,” the granny observes. “Not only your cute fluffy white paws.”

      The hare looks at the objects suspiciously.

      “Fortunately, there are various treasures that may cause your curiosity,” the granny demonstrates some of the natural stones.

      “No way,” says the hare rushing to the window.

      The granny puts her collection back. “Then we’ll talk about less important things.” She goes to the opposite shelf. “I’ll show you some modern devices.”

      “What are you looking for?” the hare asks sniffing around pot flowers.

      “I am looking for one less important thing,” answers the granny.

      “What do you mean?” asks the hare.

      “A keyboard,” says the granny, “One of the computer devices.” And she looks at the hare.

      “We can’t use a computer without a keyboard,” the granny explains.

      “But we don’t use skis and stuff like that in our family,” the hare stares at the granny.

      “I’m not talking about skis,” the granny stares back. “I talk about less important matters. I mean computer facilities.”

      “It makes no sense to me,” the hare confesses.

      “I use a computer,” grandmother goes on, ignoring the reaction. “I am very good at it.”

      “I think you are very good at rice with carrots,” the hare says.

      “Don’t be focused only on meals,” the granny says. “It’s cool to use a computer.”

      “Then I must use it too, even though I don’t guess what you mean,” says the hare.

      “How can you use a computer if you even don’t know how it looks?” the granny asks. And she glances at the white hare. “You can’t use a computer,” she says. “No way. You don’t have any knowledge about it.”

      “That’s true,” says the hare. “I don’t have any knowledge about your so-called devices. But then I do have a present.” And he looks at his granny with expectation. “So, I think I should go and take it,” he continues in a minute.

      “I want to tell you about modern means of communication,” the granny reminds. “And it’s necessary to speak about other matters.”

      “I think I want a present first,” the hare says.

      “OK,” the granny carries the key-board back. “Then you have to walk in snow to your uncle and bring me my bag.”

      “The snowman says it’s nice to ski,” the hare says.

      “We don’t ski in our family,” the granny remarks.

      “It’s simple,” the hare explains. Then he remembers that he doesn’t know much about skis. So, he says, “It may snow again.”

      “Never mind,” the granny says. “It always snows in winter.”

      “I think I can’t bring you the bag today,” the hare says. “I prefer to go home with your present.”

      “OK,” the granny hugs the hare. “Then bring the bag tomorrow.”

      “Well, if you show me some devices you mentioned,” the hare says unexpectedly for himself.

      “Come tomorrow,” grandmother laughs. “See you soon,” she says, opening the door.