Friends_a Gebbe story

“Can you help me? I’m looking for a bag for my ball,”
says Gebbe. “No, we ants always bear everything
ourselves.” Further along the way flutters a butterfly
he knows. Once he did her a favour. “Maybe you can
help me? I’m looking for a bag to put my ball in.” “I
would like to, but we butterflies don’t have bags. We
don’t need them, because we collect pollen on our
fur. To fly with a bag seems heavy by the way.” When
Gebbe comes home he is no longer in such a good
mood. Finding a bag is harder than he thought. But
Gebbe’s Mom comes up with a solution. “I will make
you a bag”, she says. She sews together some sturdy
lily leaves with reed straws. Water-plants are twined
to a pair of shoulder straps and attached to the bag.
Gebbe’s ball fits in perfectly. He puts on his new
backpack and looks at his reflection in the water.
“That looks cool, thanks a lot Mom!” he says and
jumps outside right away. Like that morning he
swims the first part to the end of the ditch. Oh it
does feel strange. He’s swimming a little too deep due
to the weight of the bag. He must make an effort to
stay on the surface so that the bag does not form
any resistance in the water. But the idea that his
new friends will now find him cool makes him happy.
He's even feeling a little distinguished with his new
backpack.
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