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Turn the main family into dragonflies

The dinner started well. Mrs. Gleason
exclaimed at the beautifully arranged dishes of food:
the colorful candied fruit in the sweet-and-sour pork
dish, the noodle-thin shreds of chicken meat stirfried with tiny peas, and the glistening pink prawns
in a ginger sauce.
At first I was too busy enjoying my food to
notice how the guests were doing. But soon I
remembered my duties. Sometimes guests were too
polite to help themselves and you had to serve them
with more food.
I glanced at Meg, to see if she needed more
food, and my eyes nearly popped out at the sight of
her plate. It was piled with food: the sweet-and-sour
meat pushed right against the chicken shreds, and
the chicken sauce ran into the prawns. She had been
taking food from a second dish before she finished eating her helping from the first!
Horrified, I turned to look at Mrs. Gleason. She was dumping rice out of her bowl and
putting it on her dinner plate. Then she ladled prawns andgravy on top of the rice and mixed
everything together, the way you mix sand, gravel, and cement to make concrete.
I couldn’t bear to look any longer, and I turned to Mr. Gleason. He was chasing a pea
around his plate. Several times he got it to the edge, but when he tried to pick it up with his
chopsticks, it rolled back to the center of the plate again. Finally, he put down his chopsticks and
picked up the pea with his fingers. He really did! A grown man!
All of us, our family and the Chinese guests, stopped eating to watch
the activities of the Gleasons. I wanted to giggle. Then I caught my mother’s
eyes on me. She frowned and shook her head slightly, and I understood the
message: the Gleasons were not used to Chinese ways, and they were just
coping the best they could.
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The dinner started well. The dragonflies fluttered with excitement as Mrs. Gleason exclaimed at the beautifully arranged dishes of food: the vibrant candied fruit in the sweet-and-sour pork dish, the delicate shreds of chicken meat stir-fried with tiny peas, and the iridescent pink prawns in a ginger sauce.

At first, one of the dragonflies was too absorbed in savoring its own meal to notice how the other guests were faring. But soon, a sense of duty awakened within it. Dragonflies, being gracious creatures, understood that sometimes guests were too polite to help themselves, and it fell upon them to serve more food.

Glancing at Meg, the dragonfly assessed if she needed additional nourishment. Its multifaceted eyes widened at the sight of her plate. It was overflowing with an assortment of food: the sweet-and-sour meat mingling with the chicken shreds, while the chicken sauce intermingled with the prawns. Meg had been eagerly sampling from a second dish before finishing her first helping!

Horrified by this disregard for dining decorum, the dragonfly shifted its gaze to Mrs. Gleason. It watched in astonishment as she emptied rice from her bowl onto her dinner plate, followed by a generous ladling of prawns and gravy, creating a haphazard fusion. It resembled the mixing of sand, gravel, and cement to create an unconventional dragonfly-style concrete.

Unable to bear witness any longer, the dragonfly turned its attention to Mr. Gleason. It observed him chasing a pea around his plate, his nimble wings buzzing in frustration. Despite several valiant attempts to capture the elusive pea with his chopsticks, it would roll back to the center each time. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he relinquished the chopsticks and resorted to picking up the pea with his fingers. Unbelievable! Even a grown dragonfly would find such behavior amusing.

All the dragonflies paused their own feasting to observe the whimsical spectacle created by the Gleasons. The dragonfly felt an uncontrollable urge to giggle but was quickly halted by a stern gaze from its mother. She frowned and subtly shook her head, conveying a message of understanding. The Gleasons were unfamiliar with the customs of the Chinese dragonflies, and they were doing their best to adapt and navigate the dining experience. The dragonflies resumed their own elegant dining, embracing tolerance and acceptance.