The yellow (fairy) tale by Imants Ziedonis
The sun was shining over the world like an egg yolk. And there was a life in it. Little light yellow chicks were coming to the earth through the sunbeams. Later chicks will be in different colours but at the beginning all of them are yellow. The bee was yellow too with a yellow bee hive. The bee invited the chick into the bee hive but the chick didn’t get into it.
„That’s alright” the chick thought. „There are yellow butterflies flying around and they are just like me, I will fly with them.” The chick jumped trying to fly… but remembered it didn’t have proper wings… just two little yellow stumps on the sides.
„That’s fine too” the chick decided. „I will be a hen one day and then I will fly high, very high.” The chick crawled into mother’s yellow lap and fell asleep.
But the sun was shining in the sky like a yellow pancake with crispy edges.
Bees were flying around like small plasticine balls from one yellow dandelion to another and then returned to their yellow bee hive. The beehive looked like a big yellow library. Bee hive frames were like enormous shelves up to ceiling – all full of cells. But the cells looked like small six-sided TV sets with yellow honey instead of screens.
There were yellow meadows all around with yellow anemones, cowslips and a lot of dandelions. All of the hills were shining yellow. It seemed that the sun was lying at the top of the hill all covered in yellow dandelions. The meadow was shining so bright I couldn’t resist falling into the yellow flowers… So I was all covered with yellow dust.
Then a yellow cow came up and thinking I was a yellow dandelion ate me. So I can’t write anymore.
Translation by Inga Pizane