A CREATION IS SOMETHING MADE BY SOMEONE
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There is something else you should know about a creation. A creation has a design and a purpose.
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EXAMPLE: If you make a kite you design it to fly in the wind. Is that not so?
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EXAMPLE: If you ride on a skate board you know the skateboard is designed to enable you to do that. Yes?
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An ancient forest
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kite
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Skateboard
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Meet Weasel and Stoat in Weasels house
WEASEL AND STOAT (Story time)
‘Knock! Knock!
‘Who is it?’
‘It’s me Stoat!’
‘Ah! Stoaty! Come in, come in.’
‘Hello Weasel. What was that you were singing? Pop goes the Weasel. You are not thinking of popping off are you Weasel?’
‘Ah, Ah! Good joke Stoaty. Good joke. I was singing a song called ‘Pop goes the Weasel. You like singing don’t you Stoaty?’
‘I do, I do.’
‘You can sing it with me. Here are the words.
A half a pound of tupenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
‘Are you ready Stoaty old pal? Here goes.
‘Knock! Knock!
‘Who is it?’
‘It’s me Stoat!’
‘Ah! Stoaty! Come in, come in.’
‘Hello Weasel. What was that you were singing? Pop goes the Weasel. You are not thinking of popping off are you Weasel?’
‘Ah, Ah! Good joke Stoaty. Good joke. I was singing a song called ‘Pop goes the Weasel. You like singing don’t you Stoaty?’
‘I do, I do.’
‘You can sing it with me. Here are the words.
A half a pound of tupenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
‘Are you ready Stoaty old pal? Here goes.
‘That was good fun, Weasel. Where did the song come from.’
‘It came from the great city of London, Stoaty.’
‘I say, Weasel, would you like to go to London?’
‘I would, Stoaty, I would. There’s no finer city in the whole world. Why do you ask?’
‘Well, I came over to ask you if you would like to come on holiday with me.’
‘I would indeed. Yes, I can think of nothing better. The winter rains and fog keep me indoors. You know how I hate the cold and the mud. There is slush everywhere and soon the snow will fall and the frosts will cover the windows and icicles will hang from them like sharp teeth ready to bite. A holiday on a tropical island would be great.’
‘I wasn’t thinking of a tropical island, Weasel.’
‘What was you thinking, Toady?’
‘London. Let’s go to London. You said there was no finer city in the whole world. Let’s go there on an ocean liner, and get away from all these forests and skyscrapers. On a ship we could see the stars at night, the sunsets and sunrises. Here we can’t hardly see the sky.’
‘Yes, London is the place to go. Yes! Let’s go, Stoaty!’
And Weasel did a jig around the room.
‘When shall we go, Weasel.’
‘When? Why now, of course, but don’t mention this to Fox.’
‘I won’t.’
‘If he knew Stoaty, he would want to come and well, he is big trouble.’
‘I know, he’s a crafty animal for sure. I asked him a question the other day and do you know what he said.’
‘What did he say?’
‘Don’t ask questions. Questions are no good.’
‘Because he doesn’t want to know the answers, Stoaty. He doesn’t want to know whether a thing is good or bad, right or wrong. He’s trouble.’
‘Yes that is it. If he knew what a thing is he would know what it isn’t, wouldn’t he?’
‘Exactly. If you know what a thing is you know what it isn’t. Come let’s start packing our bags. We must book our passage on that liner docked in Sydney, Stoaty. Let’s go and book the passage.’
‘It came from the great city of London, Stoaty.’
‘I say, Weasel, would you like to go to London?’
‘I would, Stoaty, I would. There’s no finer city in the whole world. Why do you ask?’
‘Well, I came over to ask you if you would like to come on holiday with me.’
‘I would indeed. Yes, I can think of nothing better. The winter rains and fog keep me indoors. You know how I hate the cold and the mud. There is slush everywhere and soon the snow will fall and the frosts will cover the windows and icicles will hang from them like sharp teeth ready to bite. A holiday on a tropical island would be great.’
‘I wasn’t thinking of a tropical island, Weasel.’
‘What was you thinking, Toady?’
‘London. Let’s go to London. You said there was no finer city in the whole world. Let’s go there on an ocean liner, and get away from all these forests and skyscrapers. On a ship we could see the stars at night, the sunsets and sunrises. Here we can’t hardly see the sky.’
‘Yes, London is the place to go. Yes! Let’s go, Stoaty!’
And Weasel did a jig around the room.
‘When shall we go, Weasel.’
‘When? Why now, of course, but don’t mention this to Fox.’
‘I won’t.’
‘If he knew Stoaty, he would want to come and well, he is big trouble.’
‘I know, he’s a crafty animal for sure. I asked him a question the other day and do you know what he said.’
‘What did he say?’
‘Don’t ask questions. Questions are no good.’
‘Because he doesn’t want to know the answers, Stoaty. He doesn’t want to know whether a thing is good or bad, right or wrong. He’s trouble.’
‘Yes that is it. If he knew what a thing is he would know what it isn’t, wouldn’t he?’
‘Exactly. If you know what a thing is you know what it isn’t. Come let’s start packing our bags. We must book our passage on that liner docked in Sydney, Stoaty. Let’s go and book the passage.’
