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    Noorida and Macmoo
    Noorida and Macmoo
    Noorida and Macmoo
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    Noorida and Macmoo

    By Hilbert Bermejo and Rolf Kyburz

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    A modern Fairy tale


    The story deals with a family of two adults and two young children visiting a farmer in the Australian bush where thousands of cycads, namely Macrozamia moorei grow among the Eucalypts.

    Noorida, a bright 9 year-old girl discovers by chance that one of the very large cycad plants seems to be communicating somehow to her within her mind. Eventually, she is convinced that it is really the plant talking to her and not just her imagination.

    This 800-year-old plant is scheduled to be cut down to make room for a new road. Noorida however wants to save this very unusual plant from destruction and she has to come up with a plan to convince the sceptical adults that this cycad is very special. She has to work out how to inform the adults of these facts and eventually manages to do so by asking the plant some clever and very specific questions. Eventually, the adults realise the special circumstances and they all decide to save the plant by removing it and shipping it to a cycad collectors park in France. This involves many steps needing Nooridas communication skills, a lot of paperwork and patience.

    The story has many words incorporated not necessarily understood by young children. These words are in italics and an explanation can be found in a Glossary at the back of the book.

    The book is based mostly on facts, (except the talking plant) dealing with nature, conservation and human interaction. The 17 short chapters would make it particularly suitable to be read to children as a bedtime story.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris AU
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
    ISBN9781493127696
    Noorida and Macmoo
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    Hilbert Bermejo

    Greetings to my Comrade and Student readers! For over 17 years I have worked as a social worker on a State and County Level. For many years I provided services for children that were abused and neglected. I worked to obtain stability in their lives. Sharing these experiences, I hope to let children know they are not alone. Three years ago I positioned myself in a new career with the public school system . It enhanced my passion in writing. Finally, the book has arrived! This book will enlighten your thoughts about how children are resilient and forgiving. I encourage you to take time to read to a child that is hurting or going through a difficult time. Education: Author and Writer Bachelor Degree in Social Worker. Master´s Degree in Business North Carolina Notary Public Best Regards, Paulette Powell Heath

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      Noorida and Macmoo - Hilbert Bermejo

      Copyright © 2013 by R. Kyburz. 504484-KYBU

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2013920338

      ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4931-2768-9

      Hardcover 978-1-4931-2807-5

      EBook 978-1-4931-2769-6

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Rev. date: 11/15/2013

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris LLC

      1-800-455-039

      www.xlibris.com.au

      Orders@Xlibris.com.au

      DEDICATION

      There could be a long list of people and many circumstances that have filled and surrounded all steps of my life, all helping in a direct and also indirect way to write this book. But I really like to thank here my own two children which, after all, have inspired me to write this book. They have both grown up and that beautiful, trusting and loving look up to me whilst reading a story to them goes now mostly on to their i-phone to see if there is a new Facebook message which has to be answered.

      Perhaps the dedication to this book should be to the precious and happy times we all had in the past, perhaps without really being aware of it at the time.

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1: At the Nursery

      Chapter 2: Preparations

      Chapter 3: Away at last from home

      Chapter 4: The Mud Map to the Farm

      Chapter 5: The Discovery of Macmoo

      Chapter 6: Macmoo talks

      Chapter 7: Noorida confesses

      Chapter 8: Macmoo convinces

      Chapter 9: Farmhouse Barbeque

      Chapter 10: On at last to the Beach

      Chapter 11: Home again

      Chapter 12: Henry talks to Jacques

      Chapter 13: Paper wars

      Chapter 14: Back to the Farm and Macmoo

      Chapter 15: Macmoo gets briefed

      Chapter 16: The long trip home

      Chapter 17: Macmoo sails to France

      Epilogue

      Glossary

      Noorida

      and

      Macmoo

      CHAPTER 1

      At the Nursery

      Once upon a time there was a young girl by the name of Noorida. She was a very pretty girl with eight years of her young life already behind her. Her lovely face shone with two very large and wide, open brown eyes that looked out into the world with confidence. Her fine brown hair had curls that framed her head almost down to the shoulders. Her parents were very proud of her and when her Dad talked about her, he would get moist eyes. She was well liked by her teachers and her school friends and people that visited her parents.

      She lived in a nice house on the outskirts of Brisbane with her parents and her little brother Caliph, who was only three years old and just going through a most difficult period of his life, when so much he wanted to say and do was either misunderstood or not allowed. The rage of it all… . .

      Nooridas parents had a plant nursery there behind the house, with all sorts of wonderful and rare and unusual plants from all over the world grown from seeds. They made a reasonable living out of these plants because Henry, her father, had been in this business for a long time. He knew his plants very well and he was recognised for his knowledge of specialised plant groups, not only within the country, but also overseas.

      Sometimes, in the late afternoon when she had finished her school work, she would really like to talk to her Dad and ask him about this and that, as children are wont to do and about all the things in life she was puzzled about. Her Dad had an answer for just about everything she could ask. But, as so often, he would be busy with a customer or someone got him on the phone and was chewing his ears about some palms or perhaps a cycad, living fossils, as they were known. If that was the case, Noorida sometimes would go into one of the shade houses, where a myriad of plants were neatly stacked up on wire benches, all with tags that had their proper names on it.

      One day she had asked her Dad about these names, what they meant.

      ‘Well’ he said, ‘plants are named just like humans, they have got a first name or given name and they have a family name which they may share with lots of other types of plants that belong into the same family’.

      ‘Why couldn’t you just give them one name, or a number maybe’ she asked her Dad.

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      ‘Just look at you and your brother’ he explained to her, ‘you both have the same parents so you both share the same family name. The two of you are very different, for starters, you are a girl and he is a boy and you do look different. That’s why you have different given names. The same applies to these plants and if you look carefully you can see the various differences within the same family.’

      This time, while she was waiting for her Dad to get off the phone, she walked along the bench that had mostly cycads, and touched gently the various leaves. It always amazed her to feel so many different shapes and some had textured leaves with little grooves. Others again had prickly edges that scratched you if you weren’t careful.

      At last, her Dad came looking for her, he knew she had to be somewhere in the shade house. She was in the farthest section looking at a palm that had many Caterpillars sitting on its leaves and chewing them up in a semicircular fashion. They were moving, what appeared to be their mouth, from side to side making the leaf eventually almost disappear.

      ‘You should kill them, Dad, they are destroying our plant,’ she said.

      ‘I know they are a bit of a nuisance,’ he said, ‘but I think they have a right to be here too. They were here a long time before us, besides, you always loved to watch the butterflies and if I kill these caterpillars, well, then we won’t be seeing those dazzling insects anymore.’

      Noorida agreed with that and together they walked into the shed where all the potting and packing up of seedlings and potted plants was done. They closed the roller-doors, checked to see if everything was all right in the propagation shed and then walked up the few hundred metres to their house. From a distance they could smell the fragrant odours coming from the kitchen where Lucita, Nooridas Mother was cooking one of her richly flavoursome meals they all loved so much. All sorts of spices mingled with the smell of roasted garlic and onions so that Noorida and her Dad suddenly felt very hungry indeed.

      ‘Alright you two,’ her Mother said without looking up from the stove, ‘there is just enough time to shower and clean up before dinner.’

      Caliph was already squatting in his big bucket in the laundry tub, where he really enjoyed having his wash whilst playing with an old cup, scooping water out of his bucket and into the tub. Whilst Noorida had her bath, Henry talked to Caliph; he hadn’t seen him since his Mum had picked him up from the Kindergarten.

      ‘Hello Caliph, how are you this fine evening?’

      ‘Ok Daddy’ he said. ‘Look at my boat, it is sinking.’

      ‘It’s sinking all right’ his Dad answered, ‘we better get you out of this before it sucks you under. There you go!’ He lifted him out, towelled him up and dressed him in his pyjama. Meantime, Noorida came also into their room ready in her night gear and Henry went off to have his shower before dinner. Five minutes later they all sat down on the chairs at the table to have and enjoy whatever treat Lucita had prepared for all of them. Some of the food was hot and spicy, besides being flavoursome, for the parents and some of the food was prepared without pepper and chillies for the kids.

      After they were done with dinner, the kids usually not finishing all the food given on their plates, they would sit for a while and talk. Henry always wanted to know what Noorida had learned in school. It was like a little game they played, because she would always answer him, with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eyes: ‘well, we don’t actually learn anything, you know. We explore different ideas and we have discussions and we tell the teacher how we feel about different things. That’s all!’

      ‘Well’, Henry would say, ‘that is certainly not how it was in my days, when I had to walk 3 km to school every day,

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