Fiction Packet 3: Muddy, Mud, and Mud.

            Okay. So lets look at our last Fiction Packet number 3.  For the next couple of paragraphs I want to focus on the stories of  ‘The Singing Fish” page 8, and “What Our Mother Always Told Us” page 11.  I want to compare and contrast these to passages that derive from the bigger novel of “The Singing Fish by Peter Markos”.

            First lets go through the first exert and highlight some points that are useful to compare against the second part.  At the very bottom of page 8 the sentence reads, “These words that are scribbled and scrawled up and down and all across these made out of mud wall here on the inside of the cave-”.  Another sentence fragment reads, “But these words-these tings that look like words- these marking that are carved into these mud walls-they look to much like words not to be words.”

            Now, look at these passage parts from “What Our Mother Always Told Us”.  The very first sentence sets the tone for the passage and it reads. “What our mother always told us was, Don’t, don’t go, don’t get muddy, don’t walk into this house with mud, with mud wet, with mud caked dry, or the bottoms of your muddy boots.” 

            Comparing them, the first part is appreciating the mud that is used into order to write message in older times.  Whereas now, it’s frowned upon since you are disrespecting your mother.

            They are both different but are stringed together through the theme of mud, and mud may just be a metaphor for something else.  As of right now though, I’ll just look at the surface of it, which is mud.  Muddy, Mud, Mud.