'Daddy, ' said the little man, 'are you 'fraid of Eateemores? '
'Of what, dear? '
The little man had a serious, probing look in his amber eyes.
'Well now, ah, it's sort of hard to say, ' replied that big man, confuddled.
'When there was a Eateemore and it was going to PRASH! into the monkey but the duck flied by and stopt it.'
'Yes, I'm 'fraid of Eateemores because they fly in the sky and are very big Daddy, and the Eateemores can hit your eye and then it would be put out and hard to see! '
'Ah-ha! ' said the big man. 'Yes, I am afraid of Eateemores too, but since I can do nothing about them, I try not to worry too much about them.'
'You should be scared too, but if you stop the Eateemores it would be very amazing! '
'Look out! Here comes one now! '
'Silly, ' said the little man, inclining his chin to the fading rays of the sun and waving his arm above his head 'there is no Eateemores up here now! '
And with that, they returned to eating their yoghurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem