In the primitive
era, in my village we was the young males was in the forest hunting when we saw
a miracle, in a rock of the size and the shape of a table a wheat plant was
beating very hard the top of a table and the table was near a mountain and a
rock falls and heat the wheat and another rock and many others and the wheat
became flour, came the ferment crawling and mix to the flour and a ‘olive tree’
near it olives jet their oil in what was in the table the dough, and came a
cloud and rain in the dough in the table and a tree fall in the table and get
in flames and the bread get shape of a box and bake. Once finished we carry the
bread to our human group and we share the bread. After because we had eat bread
we fight about the fact because we had no more bread, was days and one day came
God and said that He cheat us He only want that we eat bread to see if us get
cavities in the teeth and they fall.
Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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