The Cock Goes “Marf Marf Marf”

The preschool had a Christmas play. At the end, Russian Santa gave the students all a bag of gifts. I am sitting in the play-room as the children riffle through their bags. A small boy named H, who speaks English well, walks up to me holding a fake chicken. “Marf-marf-marf,” he says, poking me with the beak of the toy chicken. It is actually rather … Continue reading The Cock Goes “Marf Marf Marf”