THE CRICKET STORY© Rona Leventhal, 1991, all rights reserved
One day, when I lived in the city, I was going to eat with a friend. It was lunch hour, and we were walking down one of the busiest streets. There was all sorts of noise in the city…cars were honking their horns, you could hear feet shuffling and people talking! And amid all of this noise, my friend turned to me and said, “I hear a cricket.”
“No way,” I said. “You couldn’t possibly hear a cricket with all of this noise. You must be imagining it. Besides, I’ve never seen a cricket in the city.”
“No, really – I do hear a cricket. I’ll show you.” My friend stopped for a moment, then took me across the street, and found a big cement planter with a tree in it. And there beneath the leaves there was a cricket!
“That’s amazing!” I said. “You must have superhuman hearing. What’s your secret?”
“No, my hearing is just the same as yours. There’s no secret – really. Watch, I’ll show you.” She reached into her pocket, and pulled out some loose change, and threw it on the sidewalk. And amid all the noise of the city, every head within twenty feet turned to see where the sound of money was coming from.
“See,” she said, “it’s all a matter of what you’re listening for.”
© 1991 Rona Leventhal. All rights reserved. From Spinning Tales, Weaving Hope: Stories of Peace, Justice & the Environment, edited by Ed Brody, Jay Goldspinner, Katie Green, Rona Leventhal and John Porcino of Stories for World Change Network.