O Alemão que me deixa Doida

NOSSA!... chegou uma pacote/envelopão SEDEX pra mim...
Lá de Kavo Curitiba...!
!!!???
Não consigo imaginar o que é!

(Diálogos internos:)
O QUE é isso????... com certeza pro Roland...
...pra mim?!!!
De onde é?... Kavo! ... ??? ... coisas dentais, cadeiras lá na vitrine...
o que a Kavo quer comigo?
Abro o primeiro envelope e encontro o segundo.
O que será?
Será que alguém mandou algo pra eles por engano,
e estão re-enviando?
Ufa! Não consigo tirar do segundo envelope!!!
Muito justo!
Mas vejo um tanto de papéis, uns 1,5 cm... papel bom... papel muito bom
Catálogo! Isso!... mas... porque a Kavo está me mandando um catálogo grosso assim?
Não sou dentista!
Abro: há dois pedaços de papelão forte prendendo, sandwiche...
Uffff!!! Consigo tirar um! Será que é um quadro?, que embrulhram assim, tão protegido?...
... não... não... é papel mesmo!
Consigo puxar tuuudo do segundo envelope... tiro o papelão...
O que é? O que é? O que é?
um terceiro envelope em inglês aparece...
Dos States!... será que alguém me mandando algo de lá?
Quadro? O que é? O que é? O que é?
O que é?... Mais confusão!
Tiro o envelope e...

Um livro!

Um LIVRÃO sobre Marilyn --- ENORME... maravilha!!!

Aí,
a lembrança aparece inteirinha onde antes
branco total!

Meu irmão comprou e não deu pra trazer na viagem recente, então ia pedir um maridiu de colega que vinha ao Brasil enviar pelo correio pra mim!

Tinhamos falado disso há pouco de duas semanas atrás!
Lerdeza totalissssss!!!!!

Tica e Teca devem ter sáido de ferias sem me levar junto!!!

Tubby... ... ...

Minha irmã me presenteou alguns anos atrás com um livrinho do A. A. Milne, When We Were Very Young, de 1924, edição de 1961 — lindinho. As ilustrações deliciosas, ou "decorações" como diz na capa, são do Ernest H. Shepard.
Nele achei um poemim bem atual, apesar dos seus quase cem anos, protagonizado por um ursinho que ainda viria ficar famoso como Winnie-the-Pooh.

Teddy Bear

A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat
Which is not to be wondered at;
He gets what exercise he can
By falling off the ottoman,
But generaly seems to lack
The energy to clamber back.

Now tubbiness is just the thing
Which gets a fellow wondering;
And Teddy worried lots about
The fact that he was rather stout.
He thought: "If only I were thin!
But how does anyone begin?"
He thought: "It really isn't fair
To grudge me exercise and air."

For many weeks he pressed in vain
His nose agaisnt the window-pane.
And envied those who walked about
Reducing their unwanted stout.
None of the people he could see
"Is quite" (he said) "as fat as me!"
Then, with a still more moving sigh,
"I mean" (he said) "as fat as I!"

Now Teddy, as was only right,
Slept in the ottoman at night,
And with him crowded in as well
More animals than I can tell;
Not only these, but books and things,
Such as a kind relation brings—
Old tales of "Once upon a time,"
And history retold in rhyme.

One night it happened that he took
A peep at an old picture-book,
Wherein he came across by chance
The picture of the King of France
(A stoutish man) and, down below,
These words: "King Louis So and So,
Nicknamed 'The Handsome' " There he sat,
And (think of it!) the man was fat!

Our bear rejoiced like anything
To read about this famous King,
Nicknamed "The Handsome." There he sat,
And certainly the man was fat.
Nicknamed "The Handsome." Not a doubt
The man was definetly stout.
Why then, a bear (for all his tub)
Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub!"

"Might yet be named." Or did he mean
That years ago he "might have been"?
For now he felt a slight misgiving:
"Is Louis So and So still living?
Fashions in beauty have a way
Of altering from day to day.
Is 'Handsome Louis' with us yet?
Unfortunately I forget."

Next morning (nose to window-pane)
The doubt occured to him again.
One question hammered in his head:
"Is he alive or dead?"
Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but
The lattice window, loosely shut,
Swung open. With one startled "Oh!"
Our Teddy disappeared below.

There happened to be passing by
A plump man with a twinkling eye,
Who, seeing Teddy in the street,
Raised him politely to his feet,
And murmured kindly in his ear
Soft words of comfort and of cheer:
"Well, well!" "Allow me!" "Not at all."
"Tut-tut!" "A very nasty fall."

Our Teddy answered not a word;
It's doubtful if he even heard.
Our bear could only look and look:
The stout man from the picture-book!
That "handsome" King—could this be he,
This man of adiposity?
"Impossible," he thought. "But still,
No harm in asking. Yes I will!"

"Are you, " he said, "by any chance
His majesty the King of France?"
The other answered, "I am that,"
Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
Then said, "Excuse me" with an air,
"But is it Mr. Eduard Bear?"
And Teddy, bending very low,
Replied politely, "Even so!"

They stood beaneath the window there,
The King and Mr. Edward Bear,
And, handsome, if a trifle fat,
Talked carelessly of this and that ...
Then said His Majesty, "Well, well,
I must get on," and rang the bell.
"Your bear, I think," he smiled. "Good-day!"
And turned, and went upon his way.

A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at.
But do you think it worries him
To know that he is far from slim?
No, just the other way about—
He's proud of being short and stout.