Word: flock
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a land called Vard. Vard was a very happy, well-endowed land, and many animals lived there. The mass of animals were sheep, and some lambs, and a few other animals ruled over the flock. The head of Vard was a duck called Derek, who was part of a seven-member council of owls that made all the decisions about Vard. And under Derek Duck was Roso the Bear, who in turn had assistants called John the Fox and Archie the Badger...
...going to stay around for a long time and who should do what to whom and why, the sheep went on their merry, sheep like way. Some of the sheep lived up by the cliff, and some lived down by the river, and the lambs of the flock lived in the big green yard. Each year thousands of lambs tried to get into Vard only to be told that there was just so much pasture land to graze on and they would have to find other meadows to grow up in, like the Yale field to the southwest...
...Prince's hunting party cavorted in the golds and reds of a New England autumn, and the courtiers looked as though they'd just stepped off a wedding cake, with popsicle-orange feathers bobbing on their bewigged heads. And the decor, especially in the second act, atoned for a flock of balletic bumbles. The ingenious use of layered, semi-transparent drop scrims melted the bright grove of the hunting party into a blue dream-world, then into the cobwebby forest of enchanted sleep...
...corner of Via Stresa and Via Fani, obscure street names that everyone in Italy knows today, a small, squat school bus braked slowly to a stop, and a flock of teen-age schoolgirls solemnly disembarked. They were 14 pupils of the school of the Little Servants of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, all in dark sweaters over blue smocks and white collars. Two of them walked over to a flower vendor's panel truck near by, bought a bouquet of pink carnations and rejoined the group, now standing'all in a row. They laid down their flowers, crossed...
...will be stacked against Gavino for the better part of his life. Storming into Gavino's grammar school classroom, shepherd's staff in hand, Efisio demands custody of his son. He tells Gavino's awestruck teacher that the boy is more urgently needed in the fields with the family flock than behind a desk with a book, summing up his view of education by declaring, "There's no such thing as compulsory education; only poverty is compulsory." Hardly the conventional childhood of a man of belles lettres...