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Komadi koji nedostaje Za Derija Nedostajao mu je jedan komadi, i to ga je inilo nesretnim.

I tako, krenu ono u potragu za komadiem koji mu je nedostajao. I dok se kotrljalo putem, pevuilo je pesmicu: "Tragam za komadiem koji mi nedostaje, Da, tragam za delom koji mi nedostaje. Oho-ho, aha-ha, kotrljam se svetom belim U potrazi za komadiem koji mi nedostaje!" Ponekad mu je bilo pretoplo na suncu... A onda, opet, pljusnula bi svea kiica. Ponekad bi ba bilo hladno kada bi sneg sve zasuo, ali bi se sunce opet javilo i ponovo ga zagrejalo. Bez nedostajueg komadia nije se moglo brzo kotrljati, te bi povremeno zastalo, da poneku re prozbori sa crviem... Ponekad bi, opet, zastalo da pomirie cvetak... Desilo bi se, s vremena na vreme, i da pretekne poneku bubicu a ponekad bi, bogme, i neka bubica njega pretekla! Ali, ponajlepe bi bilo kada bi na njega sleteo leptiri! Zabrodio je, ak, i preko okeana... "Za komadiem tragam to mi fali, Preko brda, dolja i mora plava, Nek' korak mi bude prav i bistra glava, Jer tragam za komadiem koji mi fali!" Pa kroz movare i divlje ume... uz planine i niz planine. A onda jednog dana, gle! "Naoh svoj nedostajui komadi", oglasi se ono. "naoh, napokon, komadi koji mi fali Posle koraka vrstog i glave bistre Naoh svoj..." "ekni, malo", prekide ga komadi. "Uprkos tvom koraku pravom i bistroj glavi... Ja nisam, zna, tvoj nedostajui komadi. Ja nisam niiji nedostajui komadi. Ja sam ti, brale, svoj sopstveni komadi! I ak i da jesam neiji nedostajui komadi tvoj sigurno nisam!" "Oh", doe alostiv odgovor, oprosti mi to sam ti bio na smetnji". I nastavi da se kotrlja dalje. Naie, potom, na jo jedan komadi ali je ovaj, oito, bio premalen. Sledei je, opet, bio prevelik. Onaj na kojeg naie potom imao je odve otar vrh, a naredni, opet, bio je okast! Potom mu se uinilo da je naiao na savren komadi ali se ni on nije potpuno uklapao te ga, na daljem putu, neprimetno izgubi. Zatim naie na komadi koji se savreno uklapao... Ali, poto je bio pretvrd, na kraju se sav izlomio na sitnu parad. I tako nastavi sa kotrljanjem, Doivljavajui svakovrsne pustolovine zapadajui u svakojake jame i lupajui glavom o tvrde, kamene zidove. I napokon, susrete se sa komadiem koji je, kako se inilo, bio po pravoj meri. "Zdravo!" oslovi ga ono. "Zdravo!" odvrati komadi. "Da li si ti, moda, komadi koji nekome nedostaje?" "Ne, nisam, bar koliko mi je znano". "Pa, moda onda eli da bude svoj sopstveni komadi?" "Mogu biti neiji komadi, a opet ostati svoj". "Moda, ipak, ne bih eleo da bude moj komadi?" "Moda i bih". "Moda, ipak, ne odgovaramo jedno drugom..." "Pa..." "Mmmmmmmm?" "Mmmmmmmm!" Uklapa se! Savreno se uklapa! Najzad! Najzad! I nastavi da se kotrlja dalje, ali sada, posve zaokrueno, kotrljalo se brzo, i sve bre. Da, kotrljalo se bre nego ikad ranije! Toliko brzo da, ak, ne stie da porazgovara sa crvom. Ne zastade ni cvetak da pomirie. Kotrljalo se tako brzo

da ni leptir ne ugrabi priliku da ne njega sleti! I sada je, najzad, moglo da zapeva svoju pesmicu, da, napokon ju je moglo zapevati: "Ah, pronaao sam komadi koji mi je nedostajao!" I ono stade pevati... "Tra-la-lagam za klomadiem koji mi fa-ali, Galave bristre i kroraka parvog Da, tra-la-lagam za klomadiem koji mi fa-ali... Uf, uf!" Oh, jadan ja, sada kada sam najzad potpuno zaokruen ne mogu vie da pevam! "Aha", doseti se on napokon, "znai, U TOME je stvar!" I trenutak potom prestade da se kotrlja... i neno poloi pristajui komadi na tle i lagano se otkotrlja dalje. I dok se kotrljalo dalje, ono tiho zapevui: "Ah, tragam za komadiem koji mi nedostaje, Da, tragam za komadiem koji mi nedostaje. Oho-ho, aha-ha, kotrljam se svetom belim U potrazi za komadiem koji mi nedostaje!" ... Missing peice It was missing a piece. And it was not happy. So it set off in search of its missing piece. And as it rolled it sang this song"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece." Sometimes it baked in the sun but then the cool rain would come down. And sometimes it was frozen by the snow but then the sun would come and warm it again. And because it was missing a piece it could not very fast so it would stop to talk to a worm or smell a flower and sometimes it would pass a beetle and sometimes the beetle would pass it and this was the best time of all. And on it went, over oceans "On I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Over land and over seas So grease my knees and fleece my bees I'm lookin' for my missin' piece." through swamps and jungles up mountains and down mountains Until one day, lo and behold! "I've found my missin' piece," it sang, "I've found my missin' piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I've found my..." "Wait a minute," said the piece. "Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees..." I am not your missing piece. I am nobody's piece. I am my own piece. And even if I was somebody's missing piece I don't think I'd be yours!" "Oh," it said sadly, "I'm sorry to have bothered you." And rolled on. It found another piece but this one was too small. And this one was too big this one too sharp and this one too square. One time it seemed to have found the perfect piece but it didn't hold it tightly enough and lost it. Another time it held too tightly and broke. So on and on it rolled, having adventures falling into holes and bumping into stone walls. And one day it came upon another piece that seemed to be just right. "Hi," it said. "Hi," said the piece. "Are you anybody else's missing piece?" "Not that I know of." "Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?" "I can be someone's and still be mine." "Well, maybe you don't want to be mine." "Maybe I do." "Maybe we won't fit...." "Well..."

"Hummm?" "Ummmm!" It fit! It fit perfectly! At last! At last! And away it rolled and because it was now complete, it rolled faster and faster. Faster than it had ever rolled before! So fast that it could not stop to talk to a worm or smell a flower too fast for a butterfly to land. But it could sing its happy song, at last it could sing "I've found my missing piece." And it began to sing"I've frown my nizzin' geez Uf vroun my mitzin' brees So krease ny meas An bleez ny drees Uf frown..." Oh my, now that it was complete it could not sing at all. "Aha," it thought. "So that's how it is!" So it stopped rolling... and it set the piece down gently, and slowly rolled away and as it rolled it softly sang"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece." Shel Silverstein

THE MISSING PIECE MEETS BIG O The missing piece sat alone ... waiting for someone to come along and take it somewhere Some fit... but could not roll. Others could roll but did not fit. One didn't know a thing about fitting. And another did't know a thing about anything. One was too delicate. POP! One put it on a pedestal... and left it there. Some had too many pieces missing. Some had too many pieces,period. It learned to hide from the hungry ones. More came. Some looked too closely. Others rolled right by without noticing. Hi..? It tried to make itself more attractive... It didn't help. It tried being flashy but that just frightened away the shy ones. At last one came along that fit just right. ...... But all of a sudden... the missing piece began to grow! And grow! "I didn't know you were going to grow." "I didn't know it either," said the missing piece. "I'm looking for " my missing piece, one the won't increase..." BYE... SIGH... And then one day, one came along who looked different. "What do you want of me?" asked the missing piece. "Nothing." "What do you need from me?" "Who are you?" asked the missing piece. "I am the Big O," said the Big O. "I think you are the one, I have been waiting for," said the missing piece. "May be I am your missing piece." "But I am not missing a piece," said the Big O. "There is no place you would fit." "That is too bad," said the missing piece. "I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you..." "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O. "but perhaps you can roll by yourself." "By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself." "Have you ever tried" asked the Big O. "But I have sharp corners,"

said the missing piece. "I am not shaped for rolling." "Corners wear off," said the Big O. "and shapes change. Anyhow, I must say good-bye. Perhaps we will meet again..." And away it rolled. The missing piece waw alone again. For a long time it just sat there. Then... slowly... it lifted itself up on one end... ...and flopped over. PLOP! Then lift...pull...flop... it began to move forward... And soon its edges began to wear off... lift pull flop lift pull flop.. and its shape began to change... and then it was bumping instead of flopping... and then it was bouncing instead of bumping... and then it was rolling instead of bouncing... And it didn't know where and it didn't care. It was rolling!