Pacala, God and the origin bugs on Earth: stories from school

When I came home from school, I searched for and found Piki, our tortoise, again. It has grown a whole ring since she's been free. I think it eats grains and chicken poop, which is why I keep finding her in the chicken's enclosure. She pooped in my hand and it was very yucky! She also bit me. I don't think she likes being found and would rather be free.

Then I had homework in Romanian. I had to do one more test. It had been a text about Pacala who sold his cow to a tree. The poem says it interpreted the wind as the tree bargaining -- Pacala first asks for 70 lei, then 40 lei, and ultimately leaves the cow there without forcing the tree to pay. Grandma says he simply left the cow by the oak tree because Pacala was too lazy to take the cow to the market and told his mother he sold it for nothing to cover himself. I am inclined to believe grandma's interpretation. I spend a lot of time moving form bed to bed and let grandma do all the work around the house. So, I understand Pacala. Grandma and Ruxandra help me with school work - but I only study before tests and skip homework whenever I can.

The text from the other day said how Saint Peter told God bugs were bothering mankind. So, God called all the bugs and put them in sacks. Then he was walking with them (to betray and kill them to save men from trouble) when he saw a woman, and asked her to do his job for him, but not open them under any circumstances. Then it finishes. I am assuming the woman opened the sacks and let the bugs out, which is why we have bugs today or so the text says.  It's a story. I'd like it more if God said that bugs make the crops happen, and, yes, they also eat some, but it's their right because there would not be crops without bugs to pollinate plants. If God cannot understand this, then what hope do ordinary people have. But it's God as imagined by the author of a text selected to test children and so one cannot hope too much from Him. 

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