Zacharias Papantoniou

“ She saw the corner kitchen under the pine tree, she noticed the big cooking pot which was shining clean, she saw the ladle in its place, she even saw the mop.
“Everything is in its place, she said, let's have a look at the henhouse as well. See if it's well stocked?”
As soon as she'd got two hens in her mouth, she recognised them. “These hens, she said, come from the Small Village!”
Until then the community hadn't thought about looking after their property. Their shops were open. No cupboards, no drawers anywhere; not even a key.
But the fox didn't find that normal. A city must have a guard. ”