Once Upon A Time by Jacob Hadden

Once upon a

Time A Collection of Stories by

Janet M. Wood

 STORIES

A Christmas Bedtime Story A Hero’s Heart A Home with a Heart Albert-A little Ant with a big problem De-frightfully Delicious Fingers and Toes Grandma’s Treasures Inky Binky Jones Kind Words Miss Penelope Pennyberry’s Perfect Pies Mother’s Ears Mother’s Eyes Peter Potter’s Pickle Predicament Slow Boots Step on the Gas Strolling Along The Ice Rink The Mighty Oak The Sugar Pixies

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SHORT TALES Benny Bat Frankie and Fiona Harvey Hedgehog Lucy Ladybug Maxie Mouse Mr. and Mrs. Bear Ollie Owl Paul Porcupine randy Raccoon Sam and I Spencer Spider

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Christmas Bedtime Story

t is early morning. Stars blink gently as they fade into the sunrise. Soft snow falls quietly on the hillside. A cold friendly breeze caresses the pine trees. It is the day after Thanksgiving. Santa, Mrs. Claus and most of the elves are sleeping soundly. Yesterday they enjoyed a scrumptiously delicious dinner! Last night, everyone was happy and content. With full tummies, they tumbled into bed, slept peacefully, and enjoyed dreams of Christmas, which was just around the corner! In one little elf cottage at the North Pole, on Cinnamon Lane, the day has already begun and all is not going well! “George! George! Wake up!” Harold gently tugs on the teddy bear blanket wrapped warmly around a small sleeping elf. “It’s Friday morning. Thanksgiving is over. The Christmas season has begun!” Everyone said it was the best Thanksgiving ever. They are anxious to see what goodies we are going to prepare for Christmas!” “Harold! Harold! Is that you? My buddy? My pal? My right hand man? Harold! Make sure all the turkeys are done at the same time. The stuffing and mash potatoes must be light and fluffy. Check the gravy. No lumps allowed. And Harold, the pumpkin pies must be perfect – fit for our North Pole family! Good Night Harold!” “George! It’s Good Morning! The Thanksgiving pots and pans are all washed and put away. Everyone will soon be eating leftover pumpkin pie for breakfast and turkey sandwiches for lunch. I let you sleep late, but now it is time for the Christmas cooking, baking and candy making to begin. Santa is coming over soon to discuss the Christmas treats we’re making this year.” 2

“Santa? Did you say Santa?” George gasps anxiously! He tumbles clumsily out of bed. His floppy red nightcap falls off. Dazed eyes stare sleepily at Harold. “Oh Harold! I’m not ready to see Santa! My head is still gobbling! My brain is mashed! My stomach is stuffed! I’m pumpkin pied out and pooped!” George was a sorry sight! But Harold had no mercy. “George! You must get up and get dressed! I’m making sugar plum waffles and hot cocoa for your breakfast. Meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. We’re a team George. We will be ready on time to meet Santa. I’m counting on you!” Santa walks briskly into the glistening Christmas kitchen. As usual, it is spic and span! Hollow candy molds, shiny cookie tins and cake pans of every shape and size stand smartly in a row – soon to be filled with holiday delights! “Ho Ho Ho! Where are my two little cooks? Let’s get started! There are lists to make and goodies to bake!” Harold quickly darts out from behind the door and gives Santa a friendly handshake. He looks way, way up and Santa looks way, way down! “Harold! You little imp! Climb up on this stool so we can talk. Where is George? Can’t wait to tell him again what a great Turkey Day we all had yesterday! Mrs. Claus and I were so stuffed we almost popped our pajama buttons!” A small voice comes from behind the refrigerator. “Hello Santa. It’s me George. I’m here. Thank you for the kind words. Harold and I are pleased everyone enjoyed the dinner.” Santa chuckles. “How can elves, so tiny, be such giants in the kitchen?” Picking George and Harold up, he places them on the counter. They stand side by side. 3

George is an elf of the tiniest proportions. He has golden curly hair, twinkling blue eyes and a tiny turned up nose. He usually wears a cheerful smile, as he is always happy and very excitable, but this morning his smile and all his energy are still in bed! Harold is slightly taller than George. He has straight brown hair, serious brown eyes, a round little belly, and a very responsible temperament. He stands smartly at attention, ready for Santa orders. “Ok boys, let’s talk! I have lots of new ideas! Santa exclaims. “It’s a long challenging list, this year, George,” Harold declares. “We’ve got some serious cooking and baking to do. Look at Santa’s list!

Peanut Butter Candy Canes

Chocolate Covered Gum Balls

Vanilla Snowmen Drops

Every-flavor Lollipops

Strawberry Mint Christmas Trees

Gingerbread Condos

Cookies, Cakes, Candy …………

“Let’s get to work! Today, we can bake cookies. What do you think George? George?” “ZZZZZZZZ” Harold follows the suspicious sound down the hall. “George, you can’t go back to bed! It’s the middle of the morning! Get up!” Harold demands, “I’ll be waiting in the kitchen!” Ten minutes later, George teeters in the kitchen doorway. 4

“I’m ready, Harold,” he whispers. “Set the oven for 325 degrees. I like the turkeys to cook slowly.” Harold turns around in surprise. There stands George, his green elf shoes on backwards and his green elf hat pulled down over his ears! “Harold, talk to me. I can’t hear you!” George shouts. Pulling off George’s hat, Harold patiently says, “George, go wash your face, fix your shoes and hat and for heavens sake, try to wake up and think about Christmas!” “Harold. I’m back. Check the power. All the lights are off. How can we cook in the dark? Get the elf electricians in here or we won’t get anything done today.” Harold sighs. He pulls George’s dark sunglasses off. “Good morning, my little sunshine. I think you grabbed the wrong glasses. Go back, put on your rose colored glasses and everything will be perfect!” “Harold! Everything looks brighter but someone ruined my apron. Look! There’s no front! How can I work and stay clean without a good apron? And this kitchen towel is very small. I think someone is playing tricks on us!” George stands with his apron on backwards, waving a wet bathroom washcloth! In the spirit of “good will toward men,” Harold gently guides George back to bed. “It’s OK George. I’ll take care of everything. Why don’t you lay down and take a little nap.” “Are you sure you can make the squash and cranberry sauce without me, Harold?” “Yes George. I think I can manage it. Close your eyes. Sleep tight. Everything will be all right.” 5

“Good Night Harold. Let’s trim the pumpkin pies with orange whip cream, this year” It is midnight. Harold wearily puts away the last cookie tin. It was a long busy day working alone. He made 300 star cookies, 200 gingerbread men and 100 reindeer cookies. He will decorate them tomorrow. Hopefully, George will be rested, fit as a fiddle, and back to his busy self. Just as Harold is turning off the kitchen lights, he hears a big bellow! “Harold! We’ve no time to lose! The holiday season has begun! We’ve got candy to make and cookies to bake! I love this time of year! I could work 24 hours a day! I never get tired! The spirit of Christmas keeps me awake, alert and happy, happy, happy!” Harold sighs. There stands George, dressed in his cooking clothes: a red and white elf suit, green elf shoes, a gold pointed hat with a silver tassel, a bright red apron and a Christmas tree towel flung over his shoulder!” “Harold! The kitchen looks great! I can’t wait to smell those cookies hot from the oven! Where are you going, Harold? To bed? Are you kidding? Don’t tell me you’re sleepy? You can’t keep up with me, can you Harold? OK. Get some rest! I’ll take care of everything! Just like Thanksgiving. I know you got over-tired. But I didn’t! I never do. Good thing one of us never runs out of energy! As Harold silently wanders down the hall, he hears, “Harold, remember your manners. Say Good Night George.” “Good Night George.” “Good Night Harold. I’ll be here, on the job, working, working, working! It’s what I do best! We must keep Santa happy! Chestnuts roasting on an open fire….. 6

Hero’s

Heart

ello! My name is Mikey Shortpants Checkerbottom. Do you remember my best friend, Bobby Checkerbottom? He’s a little boy with Mother’s Eyes and Mother’s Ears. He’s a boy with four little dogs. Well, I’m one of them! I have belonged to Bobby for five years. His family takes great care of my brothers and me. And like Bobby once said, we need a lot of taking care of! Yes, Bobby is super, and so are his parents, Albert Checkerbottom and Dottie Checkerbottom. My oldest brother is Davie Boy. He’s 16. He’s friendly to everyone. My other big brother, Sonny Bear, is 15. He’s quiet and very loyal. Then there’s my little brother, Baby Bailey. He’s 4. He’s very shy and always scared. We have to take care of him.

Last Saturday the family went shopping for the day. They left the four of us home alone. vBut that’s ok. When there are no Mother’s Eyes or Ears around, we have fun! We like getting into mischief! After everyone left, we pushed open the back door and ran outside! It was going to be an exciting afternoon! Sonny Bear, who is always hungry, found the garbage can. He tipped it over. He found a slice of pizza, a chunk of steak, two pieces of cake and half a candy bar. He ate and ate until he was stuffed! Davie Boy loves the water. He decided to go in the pool. Bobby usually puts a little yellow life jacket on him. But Davie felt brave; so he jumped right in. I, Mikey Shortpants, am really brave. I also have a big bark. I barked and barked and made lots of noise when people walked by. I showed them I was the toughest dog in the neighborhood! Now guess who is very tiny? Guess who was afraid to leave the house? Who stayed in the kitchen and watched us through the back door? Who was not outside with us having a wild afternoon? You’re right. It was Baby Bailey! Well, even without Baby Bailey we were having a great time! Suddenly! Everything went wrong! I heard Sonny Bear crying. He was rolling on the ground. His stuffed tummy was a sick tummy! Davie Boy started barking. He sounded scared. He was tired and wanted to get out of the pool. But he didn’t know how! Then a really big, black dog started barking and growling at me through the fence. 9

It started pushing on the gate. I was scared too! Where was Bobby, with his Mother’s Eyes and Ears when we needed him? Who would help us? Too much mischief had gotten us into big trouble. That wasn’t ok! Suddenly! A little brown streak shot by! It was Baby Bailey running out the back door! He jumped up and down, up and down, on Sonny Bear’s belly. Sonny burped three huge burps! He stopped crying and started licking Baby Bailey! Then the two of them ran to the pool. They used their noses to push a float into the water for Davie. He climbed on, floated to the stairs, and jumped out! Finally, the three of them came to my rescue. They started barking and howling! That big, black, mean dog stopped. He listened. Then he turned around and ran home! We quickly ran back into the house, lay down and went to sleep. We liked being outside having fun, but we liked being inside and safe better! It had been an unforgettable afternoon. We would remember it for a long time! Later, the family returned. We heard Mr. Checkerbottom whisper, “Look at those peaceful boys. I’ll bet they had a boring day. Let’s take them outside to play ball. They deserve a little fun. I’m sure Baby Bailey won’t come. He would be too afraid. I’m glad he has his big brothers to protect him.” Little Baby Bailey kept sleeping. I slowly opened one eye. Davie Boy did too. Sonny Bear was listening. We were all thinking the same thing, “Yes, Baby Bailey is tiny and Baby Bailey is shy but today Baby Bailey proved he has a Hero’s Heart!”

Home with aHeart

WANTED

Dedicated worker to care for unwanted and unloved puppies and dogs.

WHERE

Home with a Heart.

WHEN APPLY

As soon as possible! Right Here! Right Now!

“Oh, hello there! Would you like to apply for the job? You look like a good candidate. You seem to be a friendly child. You have strong arms and legs. I can tell you like to play, but how about your heart? I’ll need to ask you a few questions to see if your heart meets our requirements. Is that ok? Good. Lets get started!” 12

Question One “If a big, wet Saint Bernard hurt his leg, rescuing a little girl, would you carry him five miles to the animal hospital? Would you hold his paw during the examination, and pet his head if he got scared? Would you then carry him three more miles home, wrap him in a blanket, and share your cookies and milk with him? Would you hold him until he fell asleep and give him a good night kiss?”

“Did I hear a ‘yes’? You would do all that? Good!”

Question Two “If a sweet, sensitive Dalmatian fire dog was afraid to ride on the fire truck, would you help her be brave? Would you ride to fires with her? Would the two of you wear matching earmuffs until she became used to the siren? Would you stay with her in the fire station: eating pizza and drinking soda with the firemen until she felt comfortable? Would you sit with her in the chief’s car, during the hometown parade, and wave to all the children?”

“Was that another ‘yes’? Then, let’s move on.”

Question Three “Imagine a tiny Chihuahua has fallen into a swimming pool. He has been swimming for so long, he is exhausted and starting to sink. What would you do? Would you scoop him out with a pool net and give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Would you dry him off, wrap him in a soft towel, and hold him until he stopped shaking? Would you tell him he had been very brave, and you were proud of him for not giving up? Would you buy him a little life jacket and swim with him? 13

Would you kiss him on the nose, hold him close, and tell him he would always be safe with you?”

“Wow! That was a quick ‘yes’! Great!”

Final Questions “Listen and think carefully.” “ Would you protect all dogs from people or other animals, if you could safely do so?” ‘Would you tell your parents about any child or adult who harmed a dog or didn’t give it food or water?” “Would you tell your parents about a dog that was tied up and left alone all the time?” “In the cold winter would you help people understand that dogs should be kept in a safe, warm place?” “In the hot summer would you remind people to keep fresh water out and never leave their dog in a car with the windows up?” “Would you speak up to help all dogs, since they cannot speak for themselves?” “Would you be kind to sad and lonely dogs with no one to love or care for them, and do it in a safe way?” “Would you think kindly of all dogs?” “Am I hearing, ‘yes’ to all those questions? Are you sure? Are you really sure?” “Congratulations! You’ve proved your heart is more than big enough! You’re the child we’re looking for! You’re hired! Come to Home With a Heart tomorrow. Bring your loving heart and a biscuit or two! You’re going make many new friends. Oh, and bring a towel! You’ll be getting lots of wet kisses!”

ALBERT A little Ant with a Big Problem

lbert Ant sat down on a little, blue speckled pebble. He was wearing his safety hardhat and headlight. His work boots felt heavy on his feet. He sighed. “I’m tired on the inside,” he whispered to himself. Albert lived in an ant colony. He was born a worker and had lived a busy, stressful life as long as he could remember. He and his brothers spent every waking moment digging tunnels, finding food, and caring for precious eggs. He never played games or sang songs. Work and stress, stress and work were all Albert knew. It was one crisis after another. The queen was in danger! Water was seeping into the tunnels! Grasshoppers had stolen the food! Suddenly, Albert couldn’t take it any longer. He needed a rest. He needed to get away. So he did. He walked away from home, climbed a small hill and sat on a little pebble. Albert needed to think. Just then, a brown, frisky rabbit hopped by. He stopped and looked at Albert in surprise. “I have never seen an ant sitting, doing nothing. Is there a problem?” asked the rabbit. “Yes,” replied Albert. “I’m tired on the inside and I don’t know what to do.” “Tired on the inside?” questioned the rabbit. “That’s impossible! Insides don’t get tired. Outsides do. You probably have tired feet. That’s what I have because I hop so much. Do you know what I do to feel better? I go down to the river and give these old hoppers a good soaking. That always works. Give it a try. You’ll feel better!” 16

“Thank you,” said Albert, ”but I don’t have tired feet so I don’t think soaking them will help.” “Suit yourself,” said the rabbit and bounced away. “I like that pretty pebble you’re sitting on,” chirped a blue jay. Why are you looking so gloomy?” “I’m tired on the inside,” replied Albert. “I’m trying to figure out what to do.” “Oh, that’s easy,” the bird exclaimed. “You find a comfortable spot, plop down, and go to sleep. You cancel all flights for the day. You give the old wings a rest.” “But I’m not a bird, I don’t have wings, and I can’t fly.” said Albert. “No wings? Can’t fly? Then, I can’t help you,” replied the blue jay and he flew away. “You probably have a bad back!” a voice shouted. “Ants work too much, just like squirrels. I should know, I’ve been a squirrel all my life! Gathering nuts is a tough job. I can help you with your back problem. I’ll show you some exercises. You’ll feel better in no time. What do you say?” “I don’t have a bad back,” replied Albert. “And I don’t have sore feet. And I don’t have tired wings! My problem is I’m tired on the inside!” “Well, that’s because you don’t sit up straight. You probably crawl around, with your back in a slump. Your stomach gets squashed. Your lungs have no room to breathe. Of course, you have tired insides. What do you expect?” “I don’t have tired insides,” Albert moaned! “ I’m tired on the inside! Doesn’t anyone understand what that means?” “Well, I certainly don’t,” declared the squirrel. “Since you won’t take my advice, I’ll just say, good bye and good luck.” 17

Albert started to weep. It was getting late. He couldn’t sit here forever. He had to go back to work. Other ants depended on him. It made him sad to realize he might feel this way the rest of his life. He picked up his shovel, adjusted his hardhat and turned on his headlight. There were tunnels to dig, babies to care for, and a queen, who was probably asking, “Where is Albert?” But, just as he started down the hill, a busy honeybee flew by. He stopped, looked closely at Albert, and whispered, ”My, my young man, you look tired on the inside. Can I help you?” “Yes you can! Please tell me how to get ‘untired’ on the inside!” Albert sighed. “That is very difficult,” replied the bee. “It has taken me a long time to answer that question for myself?” “Please try,” cried Albert. “It’s very important!” So the kind bee began. “I was born in a hive where little bees have no life of their own. They are never encouraged to play or be silly. They never learn that the world is full of charm and beauty. Happiness and contentment are not important. The little bees are only taught to work- work- work. Get the nectar. Feed the babies. Keep the queen happy. Always think of others. Never think of yourself. Oh yes, my friend, I know what it feels like to be tired on the inside. I am sorry you feel that way.” “But what can I do to feel better?” pleaded Albert. “First, you must realize you are a very nice little ant who deserves to be happy. You must always be kind to others, but you must also be kind to yourself. Work as hard as you can, but know when to say, I’m tired. I need a rest. “Smile and giggle more! There are many funny things happening in this wonderful world. 19

“But most important, when you get tired on the inside, stop; put down your tools; climb this hill; and sit on that little pebble! Talk to kind friends that care about you. Smell the flowers, feel the sunshine and be happy. Soon you will be ready to go home and do your share of the work. “You only have to change a little to feel much better,” the bee concluded. “Well,” said Albert hesitantly, “I could try. I want to feel better.” “But one warning, my friend: your fellow ants may not like the new you. They may say you are being selfish and lazy. If that happens, what would you do?” “Oh, I don’t know!” cried Albert. “Well, never, ever feel guilty about taking care of yourself. Smile at your friends and tell them you are doing the best you can. Invite them to join you on this little hill. Sit with them on your pebble and have a chat. They will soon discover that you are the wisest ant in the family!” “Have I helped you?” the bee inquired. “Oh yes! You have helped a lot! Now I know what to do and I’m going to do it! I hope when I visit this happy spot again, you will be one of the dear friends I see again and again!” “You can count on it,” replied the honeybee. “Now, it’s a beautiful day for making honey, so I’m off to work!” “So am I,” said Albert. He went skipping and whistling happily down the hill. Suddenly he felt very strange! Why! He was smiling on the inside!

Fingers Toes De-Frightfully Delicious

and

“

I SEE A LITTLE LEG THAT WOULD MAKE

A TASTY DINNER! OH, THERE ARE TEN MATCHING TOES! I SMELL TWO PLUMP HANDS WITH TEN SCRUMPTIOUS FINGERS! UMMM! I AM GETTING HUNGRIER AND HUNGRIER!”

The creature stalked quietly and carefully. It moved round and round, listening, watching, smelling. The little children were being held captive. No one dared sneak out of the safe shelter. Doing so would mean instant capture and a fate too frightening to imagine! It began on a hot summer day with four little people playing inside where it was cool and safe; or so they thought. The morning had been full of adventure. Now, it was naptime. Mom let them all lie on her big, soft bed with instructions to settle down and be quiet. She tucked them in, pulled down the shades and warned, “Remember, no shenanigans!” The room was darkened. Tired eyes closed. Sleep was near when suddenly the children heard faint but alarming sounds! They arose from the floor: soft shuffling, scratching, and sniffing! Little eyes opened wide! Little ears perked up! What was it? Suddenly there was a violent tug on the blankets! The children wanted to scream but were too frightened! They held on to each other tightly, too afraid to move and too afraid to call for help!

Then, everything stopped. No shuffling. No scratching. No sniffing. No pulling. The bravest child dared to peak over the blankets. Carefully, he looked around and down and saw nothing! Becoming braver, he slowly lifted one leg off the bed. Instantly, a voice hissed! It wanted fingers and toes! Oh my! Then, the children knew, a very hungry something wanted them for dinner! There was no way to escape. Whispering softly, the children made a plan. Someone had to get help. Someone had to reach the door! But how? They would listen. They would listen very carefully, locate the monster, and leap off the opposite side of the bed, and run! And so, they waited and they waited and they waited. Deeper hunger made the unknown thing scratch, claw, and pull more frantically! They were running out of time! Soon, the monster would slither under the blankets and get them! First, it darted here! Then, it sprang there! It waited at the bottom of the bed! It jumped to the right side! It jumped to the left side! Suddenly, it was time! It was time to make a move! One brave hero had to run! What’s this? The bedroom door opened! It was mom saying they could get up and have a snack! She had made chocolate chip cookies. She thought they might be hungry. She looked around. Smiling, she asked, “Didn’t I tell you to rest and not fool around? Were you playing ‘Bed Monster’ again?” They all giggled! Resting on a summer afternoon wasn’t easy! But with a big bed and a few friends, napping could be fun! And when they played, “Bed Monster,” they got plenty of rest. They lay very still and always stayed covered because a toe, a finger or a head could suddenly and unexpectedly be grabbed! Then a new, hungry monster, looking for little children to capture, would start crawling on the floor: shuffling, scratching, and sniffing! 23

Grandma’s

Treasures

Grandma’s

Treasures

“ YOU HEARD ME YOUNG MAN!

MARCH RIGHT DOWN TO THE BASEMENT!

NO QUESTIONS ASKED!

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU! THIS SATURDAY IS GOING TO BE DIFFERENT!

NO VIDEO GAMES!

NO TELEVISION! NO PHONING FRIENDS! IT’S JUST YOU AND ME, BILLY PEPPERPOT!”

That’s how it started, one Saturday in July. I said to myself, “Billy Pepperpot, something is wrong with Grandma Winkie! She’s acting very strangely. Where’s the sweet, little grandma who gives hugs and kisses and tells me I’m her cutie pie? Is this an imposter? Has someone kidnapped my grandma?” Before I had a chance to find out, I was in the basement and the door was closed. Then, I heard the words, “It’s basement cleaning day, Billy. I knew you’d want to help. Let’s get started!” And so we did! We cleaned. We cleaned and sorted. We cleaned, sorted, and bagged junk. It was a busy morning. But to my surprise, I discovered that Grandma’s basement was a cool place to spend time. It was cool because it wasn’t hot, like upstairs and outside. It was cool because there was plenty of neat stuff down there!

Grandma kept many of Dad’s toys. I found his old brown baseball mitt and wooden bat. They had his name, Herbie Pepperpot, on them. They were my size. Wow! I couldn’t believe Dad was ever that small! I decided to take them home and surprise him. We could play a little throw and catch. I found a big set of Legos. Grandma said Dad used to build castles, cars, and robots. I thought Dad and I could build something together. That would be fun! Grandma uncovered her old, dusty piano. She played some funny tunes. She taught me “Jingle Bells.” I asked her to be my piano teacher. She said, “Sure!” Grandma’s old sewing machine still worked. We found some polka-dot material and I made mom a potholder. I sewed slowly and a little crookedly but Grandma said I did great for a beginner. She promised to help me make a blanket for my dog, Binky Bubba. It will be red with dog bones on it. Binky Bubba will love it! We found Grandma’s Christmas decorations. They were in big boxes and small boxes, big bags and little bags, on shelves and in corners. There were too many! I chose some to bring to school for Christmas. Finally, all the work was done. Grandma and I were hungry! She said, “How about a basement picnic?” That sounded good to me. We made bologna sandwiches and put them in a basket with chips, apples, chocolate chip cookies and fruit punch. We took a blanket down to the basement and spread it on the floor. We turned on the radio and listened to Grandma’s favorite old songs. I told her silly jokes and she said, “Billy, you’re a laugh and a half!”

Much of the stuff Grandma was throwing away didn’t get very far! It ended up at my house! Now, I’m learning to skate on old fashion metal skates with leather straps and a key. Doesn’t that sound strange? They were my Dad’s. I’ll bet he was a good skater! My friends and I are playing marbles. That takes a good eye and a sure aim. Right now, Charlie Turtletop is the champion. We found parts to Dad’s old go-cart. We’re going to rebuild it this summer. Maybe we’ll enter it in a race. My mom, Patty Pepperpot, likes the old toys. She says, “It’s nice to see you boys outside enjoying fresh air and sunshine. That’s what we did in the old days!” For Halloween, my friends and I are going to wear Dad’s old costumes: a cowboy suit, a chef’s outfit, and his old football uniform. Mom says we’re going to look like little Herbie Pepperpots! Now, when I go to Grandma’s, I say, “GRANDMA WINKIE, MARCH RIGHT DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. WE’VE GOT THINGS TO DO AND I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” Grandma laughs and asks, “Billy are you practicing the piano today or working on Binky Bubba’s blanket?” Sometimes we do both! Then we spread out a blanket, open the picnic basket and I say, “I hope you like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chocolate milk, Grandma!” And Grandma always says, “Everything tastes delicious at a basement picnic, Billy!”

Inky Inky Inky Binky Jones Binky Binky

JONES

“Hee Hee Hee! Haa Haa Haa!” “I see him! He’s hiding behind the cookie jar!” yells Ali. “I found you Inky Binky!” In a flash, a little tiny imp runs wildly across the kitchen counter, giggling excitedly, as he goes! Suddenly, a friendly hand gently wraps around him! “Caught you!” says Mimi. “We win!”

It all started last summer. Looking for wild flowers and

chatting gaily, Ali and Mimi Jones were slowly strolling through the woods behind their house. They were suddenly surprised to hear a very tiny, “Boo Hoo Hoo. Boo Hoo Hoo.” Where could such an unhappy little sound be coming from? They peaked under fallen leaves and behind jagged rocks. They searched in the dry grass and beneath spotted toadstools. The faint “Boo Hoo Hoo,” continued. “Oh my! What’s this?” exclaimed Mimi. Beneath an old fallen log, lay a quivering, sobbing teeny, tiny imp! His sad eyes glistened with tears and his long curly hair lay matted with dirt. His green checked pants and red and white-stripped shirt were ripped and one little black shoe was missing. Oh, he was a sorry, sorry sight! Ali picked him up and cradled him gently in the palm of her hand. He anxiously grabbed her thumb and held on tightly! Looking at his sorrowful face, Mimi whispered, “Ali, we’ve got to take him home. We can’t leave him here alone.” They ran excitedly back to the house!

Now, you should know that imps are very sweet, teeny tiny people. They are never seen and seldom heard. Some are magical; others just mischievous! They do not speak but communicate with noises and gestures. They live happily among the forest animals. Always helpful and kind, they are loved by all wild creatures. It was a mystery where this little imp came from. Why was he alone? Where was his family? Why was he crying? These questions would never be answered for his past was soon forgotten.

From the day he came into their home, Inky stole the hearts

of the entire Jones family. They wanted to keep him and he wanted to stay!

Soon there were tiny clothes in the laundry; little dishes and glasses in the kitchen; and miniature furniture and toys scattered around the house. Inky Binky had found a home, which was now filled with laughter! Oh! Inky Binky was a playful little scamp! He loved to tease and play tricks! His favorite game was Hide and Seek! He played with Mimi and Ali every day. One day, the girls couldn’t find him. They patiently searched everywhere and finally gave up. “We give up, Inky! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Not only did Inky ignore their pleas, he continued to boldly scamper from room to room, hiding in closets, under beds and behind curtains! “Inky, come out now. The game is over! Come to dinner! It’s time for your bath! You have to get ready for bed!”

“Tee Hee Hee, Tee Hee Hee!” was all they heard that morning, afternoon, and evening! It was a frustrating day for everyone, except Inky! Oh, how he laughed and squealed, darting about, as fast as his little legs could carry him! No one could find him! Or so he thought! Finally, late that night, getting tired and skidding around a hall corner, Inky ran straight into Mr. Jones! There was a little “Oh Oh!” There was another “Oh Oh!” when he found himself face to face with an angry Mrs. Jones! “Inky Binky Jones, you have been a very bad little boy! You have upset the entire family today. Tonight, I am making you a little red hat. From now on you will wear your hat at all times. If you insist on misbehaving, we must be able to find you! Now off to bed!” Inky scampered away!

Well! Inky loved his new red hat! He admired himself proudly in the mirror every morning. He was happy!

The little red hat even saved Inky’s life on two occasions! Last summer, everyone was enjoying an afternoon picnic. Suddenly, the sky turned black and rain poured down! Everyone ran for cover! Mimi looked around. “Where’s Inky?” The family searched everywhere. He was nowhere to be found! The girls frantically put on their raincoats and rushed outside. The wind blew and the storm continued. Rain drenched the lawn and ran down the driveway. Finally, Ali spotted a little red hat at the foot of the mailbox! There was Inky, desperately holding on for dear life! She grabbed him just before he was washed into the road and down the steep hill! 32

At home, the girls gently dried him off, served him hot cocoa with marshmallows and helped him into a warm, cozy bed. Inky promised never to play in the rain again! Another day, Inky decided to take a ride on the friendly family dog. He and Annabelle were good friends; so she let him climb aboard! Suddenly, Annabelle spied a squirrel! Off she raced! There was a loud, ”Weeeeeee!” The girls knew it was Inky, but what was he doing? Another desperate hunt began! Where could he be? Finally, Annabelle flopped down, exhausted from the chase. Was that a little red hat on her back? Mimi checked. There was Inky, passed out, clutching a tiny handful of white fur! Inky never went dog riding again! “Tweet Tweet! Tweet Tweet!” “Inky, stop teasing Bernard! Get off his cage. No one is laughing but you! If you don’t stop this nonsense, I’m going to make you wear a little, red suit! You’ll soon be wearing red boots too! We won’t let you out of our sight! Do you hear me young man? “Hee Hee Hee! Haa Haa Haa!” and the pitter- patter of tiny feet were all Mrs. Jones heard. “Stop wiggling and stand still! I warned you what would happen! Your birthday surprise was not funny! I don’t care if everyone was laughing!” “Hee Hee Hee!” “Stop giggling! Jumping out of my birthday cake, pinching my nose; then running around the candles, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ was not amusing!” Mrs. Jones hoped the new red suit and boots would solve some of 33

their problems. If Inky disliked them, he might try to behave. “If you can be good for two whole weeks, you won’t have to wear this red suit,” she told him. He smiled at her sweetly and hopped away gingerly! Mrs. Jones loved Inky Binky dearly but his impish behavior never stopped! Mimi and Ali played with him often, but left alone, his imagination ran wild!

One day, the following week, Inky was bored! So he climbed into the bathtub, and then filled it by jumping up and down on the faucet! He dragged a toy canoe, a plastic spoon, and a tiny drum in with him. Wearing his red suit and boots, and a yellow feather in his hat, he pretended to be an Indian! He beat his drum, crashed into the soap dish, tipped over, and paddled around and around with his spoon, over and over again! Watching the water rise slowly, he realized he would soon be going over a huge waterfall! He was so excited! “Weeeeeeeeeee!” When Mrs. Jones heard that wild yell, she knew Inky was having too much fun! She rushed into the bathroom just as he floated over the “waterfall!” “Weeeeeeeeeeee!” Mom slowly turned the water off, grabbed the “chief” from his canoe and put him into his room. Without saying a word, she cleaned the bathroom, calmed down, and then went to get him. She found him sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing black and white “war paint,” and wrapped in an old brown washcloth. He stared at her, raised his hand, and murmured, “Ug!” Lost for words, Mrs. Jones silently closed the door, staggered to the kitchen, and made a hot soothing cup of tea. Frustrated, she told the family what Inky had done. They listened politely and tried not to smile or laugh! 34

The next day, Inky was sitting under a big oak tree reading a new book from Mrs. Jones, Trouble and How to Stay Out of It! Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the neighbor’s calico cat, Suzy, slowly creeping toward him. Unlike his good friend, Annabelle, Suzy did not want to play with Inky; she wanted to catch him! “Oh Oh!” Inky threw down his book and ran wildly toward the house! But he knew he wouldn’t make it. Suzy was too close! He darted into the garden! Suzy stopped. She carefully sniffed the tomatoes. She poked the carrot and cucumber plants. He was gone! She stalked away angrily! That night, Inky did not come home for dinner. Mimi and Ali were worried. He had been good for one whole week. Maybe something was wrong! They went outside, walked around the yard, and called his name loudly, “Inky Binky Jones! Where are you?” “Achoo!” “I think that sound is coming from the garden, Ali,” whispered Mimi. “It sounded like a tiny sneeze.” Looking at the bright red tomatoes, they noticed one had an unusually lumpy shape and was wearing a hat! “Achoo!” “Inky Binky, why are you pretending to be a tomato?” laughed Ali! She “picked” him off the vine! But Inky wasn’t laughing. He was shaking from fear and cold! When the girls understood how Suzy had frightened Inky, they hugged him affectionately and quickly brought him into the house. He put on his blue and yellow polka dot pajamas and climbed wearily into bed. 35

The girls started to read him his favorite book, Magic For Little People, but he was soon fast asleep. Pretending to be a tomato in a little red suit had worn him out!

“What’s dangling from that pretty balloon, floating away?” asks Mimi. The family is celebrating her birthday with an outdoor party. “Look, it’s waving to us! It’s a bird. Can you hear it?” “Squawk Squawk Squawk!” Mom screams! “That’s not a bird! It’s Inky doing a poor imitation of a bird! Oh! I knew he couldn’t be good for two whole weeks!” “Squawk, Squawk, Squawk!” “Oh, Oh!” The pretty balloon and the friendly “bird” suddenly crash into a tree! Mr. Jones is elected to climb up and rescue Inky. Giggling as they come down, the two of them quickly stop when they see Mrs. Jones!

“Two more weeks in the red suit you little rascal! Plus, I’m getting a bell for you to wear! Do you understand, Inky Binky Jones?” Inky gazes sadly at Mrs. Jones. She quickly looks away before he notices her smile! Oh! That little imp fills her days with excitement! A bell? For two weeks? She chuckles! He’ll outsmart her somehow! He always does!

Kind words are like flowers; they make the world beautiful! Kind words are soft like a field of clover; they make others feel loved.

“You’re special.”

“I love you.”

“Be careful.”

Who loves you? What kind words do they say to make you feel loved?

K ind words are bright like the stars at night; they make others feel happy!

“You’re a good friend!”

“You look nice!”

“You’re fun to be with!”

Do you like to see people smile? What kind words do you use to make others feel happy?

K ind words are strong like the tall oak tree; they make others feel proud!

“Great job!”

“Good work!”

“You’re the best!”

When did you feel proud? What kind words did people say to you? 37

K ind words are quiet like a gentle rain; they make others feel understood.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know how you feel.”

“Can I help?”

Are your friends and family sometimes sad? What kind words do you say to show them you care?

Kind words are warm like the summer sun; they make others feel safe. “I’m right here.” “Are you all right?” “We’ll do this together.” Has someone ever helped you with a problem? What kind words did they say to make you feel safe?

K ind words are friendly like a spring breeze; they make others feel included.

“Do you want to play?”

“Let’s be friends!”

“Can you come over?”

Are you a good friend? What kind words do you say to let others know you like them? Be a caring friend to others Give all your kind words away Don’t worry; you won’t lose them They’ll come back to you some day! 38

Miss Penelope Pennyberrieâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s

n the peaceful town of Picklestone there lives a prim, polite, proper person named Miss Penelope Patience Pennyberry. Miss Pennyberry proudly produces perfect pies for all the people in Picklestone. On Monday, Miss Pennyberry bakes absolutely amazing apple pies for the Andovers, the Adams, and the Aldens. Each Tuesday, she makes the best and biggest, bubbly blueberry pies for the Browns, the Blackwells, and the Boomers. Cold, creamy chocolate pies are prepared for the Coldpeppers, the Chambers, and the Crowleys, on Wednesday. Miss Pennyberry makes her legendary lovely, light, luscious lemon pies for the Longfellows, the Lincolns, and the Lesters. Fridays are for baking her popular, prizewinning pumpkin pies. They are for the Powers, the Pringles, and the Patersons. Saturday is the day for rich, red, rosy raspberry pies! They are for the Robinsons, the Rileys, and the Rolos.

Sweet, sugary strawberry pies are baked for the Smiths, the Stevens, and the Scotts on Sunday. Miss Pennyberry is proud of her pies that are produced properly and precisely. Her life is peaceful and pleasant. But one disastrous day in December, the friendly folks in Picklestone divide these delicious desserts to share with their numerous nice neighbors! Oh! Unpredictable problems present themselves! Mrs. Blackwell loves the lemon pie! Mr. Chambers prefers pumpkin pie! Stan and Sally Stevens announce apple and raspberry pie are their favorites! Mr. Rolo wants to buy a blueberry pie! The chocolate pie charms the Pringles and the Lesters! The scrumptious strawberry pie surprises Mr. Adams! Poor Miss Pennyberry! There is no peace in her parlor now! Everyone starts ordering parcels of pies! Miss Pennyberry becomes panicky! No longer are her days peaceful proper and precise! She is puzzled! So one night, she puts on her purple polka-dot pajamas, makes a hot pot of posy tea, and ponders her predicament. Suddenly, she thinks of a pleasant possibility! The next day, people are pleased to see a pretty painted sign in Miss Pennyberry’s popular bakery window. It reads……….

And from that day on, Miss. Pennyberry has proudly produced plenty of pleasing perfect pies and the people of Picklestone have gotten pleasantly plumper!

Mother’s Ears

Ears Mother’s

Hello again! It’s me, Bobby Checkerbottom, the boy with

Mother’s Eyes! Remember me? I’m here to tell you that my friends were right. I didn’t think it was possible. But it happened. You guessed it – I have Mother’s Ears! And so does my dad, Albert Checkerbottom! But it’s ok. Here’s how it all started. One Saturday morning, my mom, Dottie Checkerbottom, was talking to Grandma Bootsie about spring-cleaning. Mom said she couldn’t help Grandma right now. She was working late every night and didn’t have time. Suddenly, Dad was racing around the house like a bear in a blueberry patch! He yelled, “Bobby, did you hear that? Grab some rags and a bucket. I’ll get the ladder. We’re going to Grandma’s!” We worked for three hours. We cleaned Grandma’s front porch. We washed all the windows and took down the curtains. We worked hard! We also filled our bellies with Grandma’s delicious chocolate chip cookies! Grandma said, “You’re my heroes.” We said, “We’ll be back!” The next day, Sonny Bear and Davie Boy were barking at the back fence. They always chase squirrels. I thought, “This must be a big one!” But the barking didn’t stop. It sounded frantic! Then I saw why they were upset. Mikey had dug under the fence and was running near the road. I ran after him, caught him and brought him home. I was upset. Mom was glad Mikey was safe. She said, “Bobby, was it your Mother’s Eyes that saw Mikey was in danger?” I said, “No Mom, it was my Mother’s Ears that heard something was wrong.” Mom was surprised! Then she asked, “Who heard that Grandma needed help with her cleaning?” 44

“That was Dad’s idea,” I replied. Mom laughed and smiled. She hugged me and said, “Mother’s Ears on my two dears!” So it continued. Mom told Aunt Mootsie she wanted a new pearl necklace. Dad and I knew the one she wanted. We went right down to the store and bought it. We gave it to mom for her birthday. She really liked it! Dad took my friend, Andy Patches and me to the movies to see a space adventure. He heard us say we wanted to go. Dad bought us the biggest tub of popcorn and we each had a giant soda. We had lots of fun! One day it started to rain. The car was parked outside and the windows were down. The inside of the car got all wet. Now, when Dad says, “Bobby I hear raindrops,” I say, ”I’ll check the car windows Dad!” Last night Dad heard a nice song on the radio. He said, “Dottie, they’re playing our song.” Mom and Dad started dancing around the kitchen! It made me smile because I had eyes to see their happiness and ears to hear their laughter. I didn’t need Mother’s Eyes or Ears that night. I just needed to appreciate what a great family I had. Yes, ears are for hearing. We know that. But Mother’s Ears are for hearing what’s important. If we listen carefully we will learn much about our family and friends. We will discover what they like and don’t like. We’ll find out what makes them happy and what makes them sad. If they have a problem, maybe we’ll hear what we can do to help. Remember, it’s all about caring. Now, I have a final surprise! My friends never tease me about my Mother’s Eyes or my Mother’s Ears! I’ll tell you why. They all say, “Bobby Checkerbottom, you’re a great friend. You care about other people and you’re nice to everyone.” And do you know what? That’s not just okay. That’s great! 45

Eyes Motherâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s

Hello! My name is Bobby Checkerbottom. Are you laughing?

That’s ok. My friends tease me about my name sometimes. They call me Bobby Gamepants! We laugh a lot together. I’ll bet you and your friends are silly and laugh a lot too! Well, today, I want to tell you about my family. I have a great family: but something strange has happened to us! In a minute, I’ll tell you all about it. My dad’s name is Albert Checkerbottom. Dad is big, tall and strong. He’s a super dad. However, one day he started getting Mother’s Eyes! Are you surprised? Well! My mom was surprised in a happy way. My mom, Dotty Checkerbottom, is the best mom. She’s always busy. She takes care of me, my dad, and our dogs: Davie Boy, Sonny Bear, Mikey Shortpants, and Baby Bailey. They need a lot of taking care of. But that’s ok because we love them so much. Mom takes care of our home too. It’s clean, warm, and cozy. Now, Mom was born with Mother’s Eyes. That’s okay because she’s a girl. Well, one day, Dad noticed the dog’s dish was empty; so he filled it. Then he saw that the wheel on my bike was flat: so he fixed it. He even watered mom’s flowers that really needed a drink. Mom was shocked! She said, “Albert, what is happening to you? I never told you to fill the food dish or fix Bobby’s tire, and you never notice my flowers. I think you are getting Mother’s Eyes!” Dad laughed and smiled. I know he felt proud. Oh! I’d better tell you what Mother’s Eyes are! They are eyes that see jobs that have to be done and just do them! It’s really very simple. Excuse me a minute. Mom’s load of laundry is done. I’m going to put it in the dryer. I’ll be right back…….. So, where was I? Oh yes! From then on things changed around our house. Suddenly, the dishes were washed every night. Now, who would do that? You guessed it – Dad! 48

Dad remembered that Grandpa’s birthday was coming soon. So, we bought him a funny card with a singing horse on it! I think Grandpa will really like it. We had spaghetti for dinner last night. Dad cooked. I noticed he needed help; so I washed all the pots and pans. There were lots of them! Mom thought dinner was delicious. Oh, I just noticed the garbage bag is full. I’m going to empty it. This is an easy job so I’ll only be a minute…….. I’m back, with more to tell you! Yesterday, Dad and I got two big jobs done. We raked the back yard and cleaned the garage. It was so hot! When we finished, we went swimming. That really cooled us off! As you can see, Dad and I are busy. There is always something to do. Plus, we like to see mom happy and hear her say, “Oh, my two wonderful guys with their Mother’s Eyes!” You guessed it! I, Bobby Checkerbottom, have Mother’s Eyes too! Now I know that being part of a family means doing my share. It means wanting to help others because I care about them. We don’t have Mom jobs, Dad jobs or Bobby jobs anymore. We all work together. It’s more fun, faster and we giggle a lot. Dad can be really silly, sometimes! Someday, I’ll tell you about the time he pretended the lawn mower was a bucking bronco! So, whether your name is Jimmy Applerose or Sally Flowerpot, you can have Mother’s Eyes too. And do you know what people will say to you? They will say, “My, you have such beautiful eyes!” And you can politely say, “Thank you. I have my mother’s eyes.” My friends sometimes tease me about my Mother’s Eyes. But that’s okay. They say, “Bobby Checkerbottom, watch out you don’t get Mother’s Ears!” Dad and I say, “Umm, that would be very interesting!” What do you think?

Peter Potter’s

PREDICAMENT

eople in the town of Puddleberry will never forget the day Peter Potter fell into the pickle pot at Petersonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Pickle Plant! It all began as a pleasant ordinary day. The pickle workers were busy sorting, washing and selecting the lucky cucumbers that would become Peterson pickles. It was Peter Potters first day at work. His job was to patiently stir the cucumbers and spices together with a large paddle until they were flavorful. Wearing a protective suit, goggles and gloves, Peter balanced carefully on a long platform over the giant pickle pot. Now this may sound like very boring work but Peter was positively thrilled! You see, he had always loved pickles passionately! As an infant Peterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s favorite snack was Baby Gherkin Pickles! He never asked for bread and butter with jam, he asked for bread and butter pickles! His mother made him pickle pizza and hot pickle sandwiches and he always ordered pickle sundaes or chocolate covered pickles for dessert! So Peter was more than pleased to be working at the Pickle Plant. On that first day he passed the time thinking about his favorite foods; juicy hamburgers with sweet pickles; cold chicken salad with sour pickles; hot turkey pie with garlic pickles; creamy egg salad sandwiches with Kosher pickles and diggity hot dogs with mustard pickles! Ummm! He was so involved in his delicious daydream that he absent-mindedly took several steps toward the alluring aroma of pickles! Too late, he realized he was falling, and into the pot he plopped!

Once he was over the shock of being submerged, Peter looked around and was delighted to see he was floating in an ocean of pickles! He smiled! He swam! He dove done and wiggled up through the sticky juice! Pickles bumped into him and tugged on his clothing! They smiled and some even talked to him! He frolicked and floundered, amazed at his good fortune! Suddenly he heard screams and shouts! He looked up to see everyone scurrying around calling his name! “Peter has fallen into the pot! Save him! He’s sinking!” Someone yelled! Oh! How all the people pitied poor Peter Potter! Finally, he was rescued! He was lifted from the pot in a big bucket, examined and found fit as a fiddle. He shocked everyone by thanking Mr. Peterson for the wonderful experience! A surprised Mr. Peterson questioned him about his Pickle Plunge! Peter told him how excited the pickles were to have him in their pot! “Did you know pickles are very personable and polite? They play properly and are proud of being plump and pudgy! Your pickles have personality, Mr. Peterson!” Mr. Peterson pondered Peter’s persuasive words. The next day he presented Peter with a proposal. He offered him a new position as Proprietor of the Pickle Pot. Peter’s response was positive!

Each day he is put into the pot with his pickle pals. They talk, laugh and play. Peter chases and tickles them and mixes them all up! He is patient and protective. He praises them and watches them prosper. Oh! His pickles have become positively perfect! Now visitors are welcome at Petersonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Pickle Plant to see Peter Potter proudly playing with his prized pickles in the giant pickle pot! Come take a peek!

PIPLANT CKLE

Slow

Boots

Slow Boots

ommy Trotter is five years old. This is his first year in school. He has a lovely teacher, Miss Rosebrook and many new friends. Every morning Tommy excitedly gets ready for school. He kisses his mother and waves good-bye. He walks past two houses and reaches the crosswalk. The crossing guard, Mr. Rollo, greets him. “Good morning, young man. Have a great day!” Tommy smiles and strolls on. Mr. Rollo watches as he enters the schoolyard. Mr. Albert, the custodian, cheerfully says, “Where’s that big smile, Tommy?” Tommy flashes him a big grin. The school principal, Mr. Cook, loudly shouts, “Good morning boys and girls,” to the children as they come talking and laughing through the doors. Yes, Tommy is happy when he gets to school! Soon winter comes. It is Tommy’s favorite season. He bundles up in his warm snowsuit, hat, mittens and boots. On his way to school, he stomps through the deep snow. Sometimes he stops to make giant snowballs. One day he made a teeny, tiny snowman!

Mr. Rollo begins noticing Tommy’s walk to school is getting slower and slower. So slow, in fact, one day he is late for school! When Miss Rosebrook asks him why, he blushes but has no answer. The next day Tommy decides to make a snow angel. He lays down in the snow and waves his arms and legs back and forth, back and forth. He giggles and laughs! He makes another one! When he is late again, Miss Rosebrook looks at him with surprise. “Tommy, late two days in a row! What is the problem?” Embarrassed, Tommy sits down. That night it snows and snows and snows! The world becomes a winter wonderland! In the morning, Tommy stares at the beautiful white trees. The sunlight sparkles on the snow magically. He walks, gazing up and all around, in no hurry to be anywhere else. Arriving at his classroom, he is met by his teacher and the principal. “Late three days in a row, Tommy Trotter! We need an explanation, states Mr.Cook. Tommy slowly looks up. He whispers softly, “It’s winter, it’s snowing, and it’s beautiful.” “You’re right Tommy winter is wonderful,” answers Miss Rosebrook, kindly. “But why are you late every day?” Tommy nervously shuffles his feet. He looks at Miss Rosebrook and Mr. Cook. They are waiting for his answer. He thinks carefully. Why is he late? Suddenly he smiles brightly and says, “Must be slow boots!”

Step on the

GAS GAS on the

dward Albert Foley is a very nice little boy. He is 7 years old. He has bright blue eyes, curly brown hair, and a happy smile. He is friendly and kind, thoughtful and generous, almost perfect, but not quite. You see, Edward Albert Foley does everything very—very—slowly! Bright and early each morning his mother calls, “Edward, time to get up!” Edward hears her but he is an Eskimo in his igloo! While it is freezing outside he is warm and cozy. He snuggles deeper into his furry bearskin blankets! “Edward, hurry and finish dressing. It’s getting late!” Edward hears his mom but he is a policeman! He carefully dresses in his blue uniform, pins on his shiny badge and adjusts his hat. He fights crime as an officer of the law! “Finish your breakfast, Edward. You’re going to be late for school!” Edward ignores his mother because he rules his castle! He carefully samples the royal cereal and slowly sips the delicious chocolate drink. This truly is a meal fit for a king! “Edward, get your homework done, it’s time for bed,” urges mom. But Edward, a scientist, carefully checks, checks and rechecks his work. To save the world, his formulas must be right! As you can see, there is a problem with Edward Albert Foley. He does everything much too slowly!

Until he spends a weekend with Grandpa Henry. “Time to get up, Eddie. Step on the gas!” roars Grandpa. Suddenly, Edward is a racecar driver. He jumps out of bed and speeds to prepare for the 100-mile race! “Eat your breakfast,” shouts Grandpa. “Step on the gas!” Edward chows down his pancakes and drinks his milk. Speeding around those wide corners, he needs to be alert! “Time for bed. Take your bath. Step on the gas.” Edward hears Grandpa and quickly leaps into the bathtub. He scrubs off the dirt and grease from the track. He puts on his pajamas and goes to sleep. What an exciting day it has been! The next day when they are outside raking leaves, Edward shouts, “Grandpa Henry, step on the gas! Let’s get this work done!” From then on, Edward Albert Foley does not do anything slowly! At home you often hear, “Step on the gas, Mom! I’m hungry! Where’s dinner?” Or, “Step on the gas, Dad. You can jog faster than that!” Now, every morning, Mom simply says, ‘Edward Albert, it’s another beautiful day. Step on the gas!” Edward springs from his bed, brushes his teeth, washes his face, and combs his hair. He dresses in a jiffy and gobbles down his breakfast. His homework is done and he is ready for the day. He waves good-bye to his mom. She smiles at him proudly as he rushes off to meet his friends. You often hear the shouts of Edward Albert Foley, “Step on the gas Guys! You’re walking too slowly!”

Strolling Along

Strolling

ALONG

“T hey’re so tiny! Can I pet them, Mommy?” “Ask Mrs. Berry,” replied Mrs. Donovan gently. “Mrs. Berry, can I pet them? I’ll be careful,” asked five-yearold Annie shyly. “Of course you can, Annie. You can even pick one up. That’s right. Hold him close. He likes you! That’s why he’s licking your face.” “It tickles!” squealed Annie.

Mrs. Berry lived alone in a big white house across the street from Annie and her family. Her yard was full of beautiful flower gardens that she lovingly tended every day. When Annie was small, she and her mother often took long walks around the neighborhood, stopping to visit with friends along the way. “Hello Mrs. Berry. Your flowers look lovely. I wish I had your green thumb!” exclaimed Mrs. Donovan. “Thank you! Gardening keeps me busy. My flowers are my babies. They need a love and care. “Why don’t you get a real baby?” asked Annie, innocently. “Oh my dear, I’m too old for that!” laughed Mrs. Berry. Annie and her mom said good-bye and continued on their way. “I think Mrs. Berry is lonesome, Mommy,” whispered Annie seriously. “I think you’re right, Annie,” replied Mom. The following week, Mrs. Donavan received a phone call from Mrs. Berry. 64

“Could you and Annie come over?” she asked in an excited voice. “Yes, of course.” “Come as soon as you can and tell Annie, I took her advice!” laughed Mrs. Berry. When Annie and her mom arrived on the porch, they heard soft laughter coming through the screen door. “Come in! Come in!” shouted Mrs. Berry. “Come in and see my two babies!” When they entered the house, they were surprised to see her sitting on the living room floor with two tiny, fluffy, white puppies! “Say hello to Benny and Buster! I followed your advice, Annie, but instead of one baby I got two! What do you think? Are you surprised?” giggled Mrs. Berry. “Mrs. Berry! We’re shocked!” replied Mrs. Donovan.

A nnie’s suggestion, that she get a baby, reminded Mrs. Berry of how happyand busy she had been when her children were young and her dear husband was alive. She said to herself, “Annie Donavan is right! I need a baby!” She called her best friend, Marjorie, and jokingly told her what she wanted! Marjorie laughed and teased, ”Betsy Berry, you’re a laugh-anda-half!” Then Majorie suddenly shouted, “Betsy, meet me at Pearl Higgins house at 1:00 this afternoon. I may be able to get you a baby!” As Mrs. Berry put down the phone, she smiled and wondered, “What is Marjorie up to?” 65

When they arrived at Pearl’s, they were greeted by the friendly barking of her two Maltese dogs, Molly and Mack. Small and white, sweet and gentle, they looked like tiny toys. “I’m in the bedroom with the puppies. Come and see them!” yelled Pearl. Mrs. Berry was confused! “Puppies?” she asked. “Have you found homes for all of them, Pearl?” asked Marjorie. “All except these two. This little one is so timid. I’m afraid I may have a problem placing him. And his brother is a bruiser! People don’t want a big Maltese. They want a tiny one.” “So Betsy, what do you think?” asked Marjorie. “About what?” “About filling that big, empty house of yours with a ‘baby!’” she said, with a twinkle in her eye. Mrs. Berry smiled and laughed. “Marjorie, stop joking!” Just then, the littlest puppy started to cry. Instinctively, Mrs. Berry picked him up, and hugged him gently. He cooed, whimpered, and finally stopped shaking. He stole her heart! Pearl whispered, “I’m worried about him. He’s going to need a peaceful home with a loving, patient owner. If I can’t find the right person, I may have to keep him myself.” Mrs. Berry held him tightly. As she felt his warm puppy breath on her cheek, she was surprised to hear herself say, “Pearl, I want him!” “Oh, I knew you would! laughed Marjorie. “I knew you would!” Just then, the forgotten puppy started to bark. It was a tiny woof but it was demanding! “They are the last two. I’m afraid he doesn’t want his little brother taken away,” Pearl said softly. 66

Then Mrs. Berry did something crazy! Without even thinking about it, she blurted out, “They shouldn’t be separated! I want them both!” Everyone laughed! Pearl was pleased and Mrs. Berry was delighted! She and Marjorie stopped at the pet store on their way home. They bought dog food, dishes, collars, leashes, and toys! Her ‘babies’ would be well taken care of! When they arrived home, Mrs. Berry told Marjorie, “I must call Annie and her mom and tell them my exciting news!” And that was how Mrs. Berry turned a quiet, lonely house into a happy, playful home. It was the beginning of a wonderful friendship between Annie Donovan and Mrs. Betsy Berry!

A nnie went for walks with Mrs. Berry, Benny and Buster, every day after school. Because Benny was shy, he walked cautiously on a leash. Buster was strong and friendly. He liked to pull Annie down the sidewalk! Sometimes they stopped to see her mom. “How are you and the boys, Mrs. Berry?” “Great! We’re all getting plenty of exercise and fresh air. Since I’ve had Benny and Buster, I feel years younger! Annie is wonderful company. I couldn’t be happier!” When Annie played Little League, Mrs. Berry brought the boys to the field to see her. The children loved them! As Benny became more confident, he let Annie’s’ friends hold him. Buster, of course, wanted to play ball with everyone! On Halloween, Mrs. Berry always dressed Benny and Buster in funny costumes! One year, they were fat little pumpkins. Another year, they were shaggy scarecrows! 67

They greeted the trick-or-treaters at the door with Mrs. Berry. Handing out candy took a long time because all the children wanted to pet them! When Annie was ten years old, Mrs. Berry let her take Benny and Buster trick-or-treating! They all dressed as pirates! The boys had tiny orange bags tied to their collars. When the doorbell rang, people were surprised to hear, “Trick-or treat!” and “Woof! Woof!” Every Christmas, Annie gave Benny and Buster stockings filled with tasty treats and little doggie toys. She also exchanged gifts with Mrs. Berry. One year she framed a picture of Mrs. Berry, Benny, Buster, and herself, taken at the July 4th picnic. The boys were wearing red, white and blue striped scarves, Mrs. Berry was holding a hot dog and Annie was wearing a funny hat! When she opened her gift, Mrs. Berry was silent. Annie was surprised and her feelings were hurt. Then she noticed tears filling Mrs. Berry’s eyes. Softly Mrs. Berry whispered, “Annie Donavan, you have made every day Christmas for me. It was your innocent advice that brought Benny and Buster into my life seven years ago. The times we have spent together have been some of the happiest moments of my life. ‘ Thank you,’ just isn’t enough.” She hugged Annie tightly. Benny and Buster barked jealously; they wanted hugs too!

When Annie turned thirteen, her parents surprised her with a wonderful present! “You’ve learned a great deal about caring for pets, from Mrs. Berry, Annie, and you’ve been very good with Benny and Buster. How would you like a dog of your own?” Annie said, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” 68

She hurried to tell Mrs. Berry the wonderful news but her friend seemed distracted. “Mrs. Berry, is something wrong?” “Yes, Annie, there is. Today, the doctor said I’m going to need a hip operation. I’ll be fine, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to do much for a few months. No playing with Benny and Buster and no long walks. It makes me a little sad, that’s all.” “Well, Mrs. Berry, as soon as I get my puppy, we’ll come over and play with Benny and Buster and I’ll take them all walking. I want them to be good friends!” Mrs. Berry’s face lit up. “Oh, Annie, that’s a wonderful idea! You’ve brightened my day, as usual! Now, let’s talk about what kind of dog you’re going to get!”

Mom and Dad explained that getting a pet was a big decision. “Annie, would you like to go to the animal shelter? Most of the dogs there are unwanted. They all need someone to love and care for them.” Annie talked to Mrs. Berry about her parent’s suggestion. “Annie, that’s a wonderful idea. I didn’t get Benny and Buster from a shelter, but no one wanted them because they weren’t ‘just right.’ Benny was too shy and Buster was too big. But to me, they’re perfect!” “Oh yes, I couldn’t imagine any dogs nicer than those two scallywags!” laughed Annie. Annie and her parents went to the shelter the next day. When they arrived, Mrs. Donovan became upset. “Oh! I wish we could take them all. Every one of them deserves a good home,” she said sadly. 69

Annie agreed. As she looked into the cages she saw many, many puppies and older dogs. There were barking dogs, quiet dogs, and angry dogs. They all watched her: some anxiously, others patiently. How would she choose? But she had already made one decision. She wanted a small dog that could play with Benny and Buster. The attendant didn’t know how big some of the puppies would get since most of them were mixed breeds. He suggested that she consider a young dog instead of a puppy. She looked at a three year old. He was a “barker!” He never stopped! He was small and cute, but Mom thought he might be a little too noisy! A young black dog wasn’t very peppy. He lay on his bed, gave a lazy yawn and ignored everyone. Finally, Annie saw a frisky little brown and black dog playing with a blue and red rubber ball. When she called him he scampered over. Annie picked him up and he wiggled and licked her excitedly! The attendant spoke up. “He’s 2 years old and won’t get any bigger. His family moved and couldn’t take him. We’ve had him for two weeks. He’s a nice little fellow.” Dad smiled and Mom nodded her approval. “I think this is the one!” Annie whispered. The ride home was fun for everyone! Mom and Dad laughed as they listened to giggling and yipping in the back seat! “Have you decided on a name?” asked Dad. Annie thought for a moment. “I’m going to name him Charlie!” she replied happily. When they pulled into the driveway, she jumped out of the car! “I’ll be right back!” she yelled. Mom and Dad smiled. They knew where she was going. 70

“M rs. Berry! Mrs. Berry! I got him!” “Annie, I’ve been waiting! Let me see him. Oh! He’s beautiful! Look at those big bright eyes! Can I hold him?” “Of course, Mrs. Berry! This is going to be his second home!” laughed Annie. Benny and Buster started barking! They smelled a stranger in their house. Mrs. Berry put Charlie on the floor. He kept his tail between his legs as they carefully smelled him. Suddenly, Charlie barked excitedly! Buster and Benny knew it was an invitation to play! They took off chasing each other through the house! “It looks like those three are going to get along just fine!” said Mrs. Berry. And they did! After surgery, Mrs. Berry spent many months recuperating. She was anxious to get back outside with Benny and Buster. “Walking the dogs will be good exercise but start slowly and don’t go far,” advised her doctor. She, Annie, Buster, Benny and Charlie happily resumed their daily walks. Mrs. Berry couldn’t have been happier. One day, she returned from visiting her veterinarian, just as Annie stopped by to say hello. “Why Mrs. Berry, what’s the matter? What did the doctor say about Buster’s leg?” Ever since Buster had fallen off the porch and broken his back leg, he’d had trouble walking. The daily strolls were getting shorter and Annie often had to carry him. “He said the walks are too much for Buster. Playing in the back yard will be enough exercise for him.” Mrs. Berry related sadly. 71

“Oh! I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Annie sympathetically. “Buster has always loved his walks so much.” “Things will be different now, Annie. It will just be you, Charlie, and Benny walking. I’ll stay home with Buster. I couldn’t go and leave him alone. The next day, when Annie and Charlie stopped to pick up Benny, both Buster and Benny ran to get their leashes. “No! No! Buster! You can’t go,” said Mrs. Berry gently. She hooked Benny up and Annie took him out. But they didn’t get far. Charlie stopped on the sidewalk and wouldn’t move. Waiting for Buster, he kept looking back at Mrs. Berry’s house. Benny couldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t feel safe without his big brother. Annie turned to see Buster gazing through the screen door and whimpering. Mrs. Berry stood silently beside him. She tried to walk the dogs three different days. It didn’t work. “Annie, it would be better if you didn’t take Benny.” said Mrs. Berry. “I appreciate all your efforts but he’s afraid without Buster.” Annie reluctantly agreed. She and Charlie went walking alone but it wasn’t fun any more. When they went by Mrs. Berry’s house, he would bark and pull on the leash. He wanted his friends to come with them. Benny and Buster would run to the door, their tails wagging, and Mrs. Berry would wave hello.

One Saturday, Mrs. Donavan was going to the garage sales. “Come with me, Annie. It will be fun. Maybe we’ll find some bargains!” 72

Annie was glad she went. She found a nice pair of ice skates, a new basketball and some good books. “Look at that nice little stroller,” remarked Mom. It’s only $10! I wish I knew someone who could use. That’s a great price.” As they were walking to the car, Annie suddenly stopped. “Mom, I’ll be right back!” Mom watched as Annie pointed to the stroller, handed money to the owner, and pushed the stroller to the car. “What are you doing, Annie?” exclaimed Mom. “Oh! You’ll see Mom! You’ll see!” That afternoon, Mrs. Berry was surprised to see Annie at her front door! “Mrs. Berry! Put on your comfortable shoes! Grab Benny’s leash and get Buster! We’re going for a walk!” yelled Annie. “Annie Donavan, what is this all about?” smiled Mrs. Berry. “Just do as I say! Charlie’s waiting! I want everyone on the front porch in ten minutes!” Mrs. Berry was confused, but she did what Annie said. When she leashed Benny, he and Buster barked wildly! They remembered going for walks and how much fun it was! When they got outside, there stood Annie, Charlie, and a lovely little stroller! “Well, put Buster in. He’s my first passenger!” giggled Annie! “We’ve got places to go and people to see!” Mrs. Berry exclaimed, “Annie Donavan, you’re a laugh-and-a half!” They walked around the neighborhood proudly. People were surprised to see them! “Whose baby are you pushing, Annie?” 73

“It’s Mrs. Berry’s baby, Buster! answered Annie with a grin. People looked, then smiled, and finally nodded approvingly! It was a delightful outing! On the way, Buster looked around happily as he rested comfortably. Old smells, old sights and old sounds filled him with excitement. Benny pranced beside him and Charlie led the way! Mrs. Berry enjoyed the walk and she loved listening to Annie’s news! Oh! It felt good to be with her little friends again!

Annie canvassed the neighborhood and was surprised to learn that a large number of dog owners never walked their dogs. Some had old dogs that couldn’t move easily. Others had timid dogs, like Benny, that were afraid to leave their yard. Annie decided something had to be done! She went to work! She found old strollers and carriages for people who wanted them. If they weren’t able to walk or ‘push’ their dog, she offered to do it for them. From that day on, when you peeked into a carriage or a stroller you might not see a cute baby! Oh no! You were just as likely to see a tiny puppy or an old dog enjoying the ride! Yes, Annie Donovan was a very busy girl! But she was never too busy for Mrs. Berry, Benny, Buster, and of course Charlie! As they were all walking along, one beautiful spring day, Mrs. Berry slowly turned to Annie and affectionately said, “Annie Donavan, I’m so glad we’ve strolled through life together!” Annie smiled at her kind friend and replied, “Mrs. Berry, it’s been a pleasure!”

The

IceRink

’ll always remember the winter I turned seven! It was the first year I helped my dad build the best and only ice skating rink in our neighborhood! It all started one cold blustery night. Dad sat down with me and in a serious voice said, “Janokey,” (that’s my nickname), “you’re a big girl now. Would you like to help make an ice rink this year?” I excitedly answered, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He slowly continued, “It’s a big job and a cold one. No matter how tired or busy we are, for the next three months, we’ll have to go out almost every night and work. Can you promise to do that?” I looked at my dad, whom I loved very much, and softly answered, “I think I can. I’d like to try.” He gave me a big smile and shouted, “Good! Let’s get started!” We quickly dressed in warm snowsuits, heavy boots, and thick wooly mittens. After turning on the backyard floodlight, we went outside and shoveled off a large area of the backyard. We pushed all the snow aside to make the walls for the rink. Using two long hoses, we slowly sprayed water on the ground. It froze, making a thin layer of ice. That was the beginning! Dad and I went out every night. The colder it was, the more ice we made! We sprayed water on the rink, waited for it to freeze, and then sprayed again and again! Slowly, the ice got thicker and thicker! When it snowed, we shoveled the snow to the sides. The banks around the rink got higher and higher!

To stay warm, Dad and I brought out thermoses of steaming hot cocoa. To pass the time, we talked about school and work, and shared silly jokes! When our cheeks became rosy red and our fingers got wet and cold, we put away the water hoses, turned off the big light and rushed inside to sit by the warm, cozy fire! One beautiful bright day, Dad happily announced, “Janokey, the ice is ready! Tell your friends to come over and bring their skates!” All the kids had been waiting anxiously to hear those words! Soon we were skating after school, on weekends, and even at night, under the shining stars! I became a pretty good skater even though I fell down a lot! After practicing and practicing, I was finally able skate backwards and do figure eights! Spinning and twirling wasn’t easy but I learned that too! In late January, we had a Roasty Toasty Winter Party for all my friends and their families. We cooked hot dogs and roasted marshmallows on the outdoor grill. Mom made chocolate chip cookies and hot cider. Everyone had fun! Dad and I continued to work on the rink all winter. Skates cut deeply, so the ice had to be sprayed lightly every night. One quiet evening, Dad suddenly said, “Janokey, you’ve done a great job. You kept your promise and worked hard all season. Are we going to be partners again next year?” My heart filled with pride. I had earned Dad’s respect and helped make winter fun for everyone. I laughed and answered, “It’s a cold, wet job, Dad, but you can count on me!” The winter I turned seven, I learned that ice-skating is like ice making. Both take time, effort, and patience. But if we don’t give up, we’ll be very proud of what we can do! 77

The

Oak

Mighty

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, stood a mighty Oak tree. No one knew how long it had been there. It stood tall and strong and everyone admired it. On cold, rainy days, the forest animals would often huddle under the great tree where it was safe and dry. Now, one day, during a particularly long and dreadful storm, several forest creatures spent an entire afternoon, sitting happily beneath the Oak trees branches, sharing stories. “I wonder how old this big Oak tree really is,” said Pauly Possum. “Well, my daddy ate acorns from this tree when he was growing up. That was a long time ago,” answered Danny Deer. “My granddad remembers the winter of the big ice storm, when the Oaks branches were so heavy with snow and ice, many broke off. Everyone thought it would die. That was a very long time ago,” added Sukie Skunk. “Well,” stated Melvin Mole, “My great granddad said, when he was young, this tree was just a little sapling. It was skinny and only had a few small branches. That was a very, very long time ago!” Everyone enjoyed the stories about the old Oak. What they did not know was that the tree was listening! And soon he began to remember many, many years ago, when he was just a little acorn.

His first memory was the happy Spring day when he sprouted from the dark Earth and felt the warmth of the sun. A soft breeze rocked him back and forth and his strong little roots held him firmly in the ground. Soon, it was Summer and he delighted in his own growth, as he grew more branches and his new leaves unfolded. He became taller, and was very proud. But Summer brought thunderstorms, which brought lightening, heavy rain and fierce winds. Some days he was certain he would be pulled from the ground and blown away. But he wasnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t! When Autumn arrived, the little tree was ready for peaceful, cooler weather. His leaves turned beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow. He was relaxed and content. But then this quiet season ended. He was shocked and frightened when Winter came, bringing snow, ice and freezing temperatures. His colorful leaves were gone and his bare branches shivered in the cold. The days grew shorter. He spent most of his time sleeping and dreaming of Spring. As the Oak tree grew he came to understand the changing seasons. And as the seasons changed, so did he. He grew and he grew and he grew! He faced many dangers and challenges. Busy woodpeckers abused his trunk. Diseases killed some of his leaves. Cruel people cut his branches. The sun did not always smile on him warmly. But through it all, he believed in himself. He grew strong and mighty. As the big storm ended and the welcome sun returned, the forest animals started to leave the safety of their shelter. Celia Chipmunk happily collecting tasty acorns, asked, â&#x20AC;&#x153;Do you really think this tree was once a little nut?â&#x20AC;? The Mighty Oak smiled. And he firmly stood his ground. 81

Sugar

The

iny golden wings shimmer softly in the flickering sunlight. Dainty faces with delicate features peak from behind trees. Bashful creatures with timid smiles and twinkling eyes hide among the branches. They flutter effortlessly through the forest, their delicate bodies draped in natureâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s moss. Enchanting and sweet, they are the Sugar Pixies. Sunshine and a warm breeze have coaxed them out of hiding. For several months the pixies enjoyed winterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s delights, playing and relaxing in a secret hideaway. Their days were filled with joy and laughter; making little snowmen; skating on hidden ponds; and sliding down tiny hills! But playful days are now over. The seasons are changing. It is time for the Sugar Pixies to return to work. Mother Nature has given them a very important job. They must care for the forest trees and keep them on the yearly schedule. Today the pixies wake the trees from their icy slumber with soft murmurs and gentle caresses. It is time to bend their branches toward the nurturing sun. Mother Nature cherishes her devoted pixies. With the help of these tiny mystical creatures, her plants and animals have been happy and productive since the beginning of time. Eons ago, to show her appreciation, she granted each pixie clan one wish to make their lives more joyous. Since then, every generation has been blessed with her generosity The Baby Pixies requested soft comfortable beds. In the springtime they must care for all the new baby animals. Exhausted each night, they rest peacefully on tiny feather pillows. 84

The Flower Pixies wanted soft earmuffs. There is always noisy bickering when the blossoms argue over who is the loveliest. Each day they appreciate the silent beauty of the wild flowers. Clover Pixies asked for good luck. They keep some for themselves; the rest is added to four leaf clovers. They enjoy bringing happiness to the finders of the lucky clovers. The Sugar Pixies wanted sweet treats. Maple Trees were created just for them. The pixies magically make the simple sap into rich golden syrup or delicious candy. But gathering sap is difficult for the Sugar Pixies. A great deal of sap is required to make a small quantity of maple syrup. Since Sugar Pixies are very, very busy, they have no time to collect the amounts needed for producing sweet treats. So they cleverly devised a way to have the work done for them! Maple sugar farmers work very hard collecting sap each year. Every March they carefully watch the temperature and wait for the warm days and cold nights needed to start the sap running. Dented tin buckets and old cooking pots are washed. Taps are carefully pounded into trees. Wood is stacked, ready for the hours and hours of burning needed to boil the sap. Jars are prepared and labels made. Hungry bellies growl, ready to eat pancakes with warm, sticky delicious homemade maple syrup! It is a busy, happy time of year! But the farmers are sometimes surprised to find some trees with empty buckets. They scratch their heads, puzzled! Those trees were top producers last year. What happened? They check the taps for clogs. They check the buckets for holes. When no answers can be found they laughingly say, â&#x20AC;&#x153;Mother Nature is playing a trick on us!â&#x20AC;? 85

However, all the maple trees are producing full buckets of sap! Somehow, a few buckets are magically being emptied each night! Somewhere, delectable maple treats are secretly being made! Who would do such a thing? Of course, it is the Sugar Pixies! Ever grateful and polite, the pixies repay the farmers for the sap they carry off each evening. A special team of â&#x20AC;&#x153;dusters,â&#x20AC;? sprinkles golden powder into selected buckets every night. This special sap cooks down to produce luscious, valuable Light Amber Syrup! And so the sap flows abundantly for a few short weeks. Then the Sugar Pixies tell the trees to stop. It is time for new buds to form and later for green leaves to unfold. Finally the trees must bear fruit for their life cycle to continue. Slowly, spring turns into summer, which then becomes autumn. When the cold winds of winter arrive, the trees are ready for a much needed rest. The work of the pixies is done. They have again pleased Mother Nature by helping her create a beautiful lush forest. Tiny wings droop slightly and moss garments hang shabbily. Rosy cheeks still glow but gentle eyes appear weary. The Sugar Pixies now flutter slowly as they pass among their woodland friends. All are content. Memories of a productive season fill them with pride. Mother Nature smiles softly and sends her little friends sweet dreams as their wee heads bow down and they nod slowly off to sleep.

Short

TALES 88

BennyBat

In a quiet forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a little Bat named Benny. Now Benny was usually happy, friendly and fun to be with. But sometimes he was grumpy and miserable. On those unhappy, difficult nights, Benny was unkind to his family and friends. He was not fun to be with at all! “Larry Lightening Bug, get out of my war. You’re annoying me,” he would yell. “Ollie Owl, stop hooting. It’s very annoying,” he would complain. “I’m tired and hungry and it’s somebody else’s fault,” he would holler. Those nights were long and unpleasant for everyone. After one such miserable evening, the other forest animals decided to teach Benny a lesson. “Hello, Hello, Hello,” Benny called excitedly. “Isn’t it a beautiful evening?” But there was not answer. “Who wants to come out and play tonight?” And there was still no answer. “I’ve got some exciting news to share!” he yelled. And the night was quiet. The next night, he flew around cheerfully. “It’s playtime. Who’s coming with me to the farmers barn?” But no one was there that wanted to play. Finally Benny heard a quiet voice, “A moody friend ends up playing alone.” “Who’s there? What do you mean?” Benny yelled. “A happy friend makes those around them feel happy. An unhappy friend shares their feelings without blaming others.” “Well, if you’re talking about me, I don’t have to be cheerful when I feel miserable, if I don’t want to!” Benny yelled. “No you don’t,” answered the voice, “you can learn to be alone.” And then it was quiet. Two weeks went by and Benny was very lonesome and sad. He was having a really bad day and he knew it was his own fault. That night he flew to his favorite tree. “Hello,” he softly whispered. I’m having a bad day and it’s nobody’s fault but my own. But I’m going to try to be nice. Would anyone like to play?” “I would, Benny,” said Ollie Owl. “Would you like to share your feelings, Benny? I’m here to listen,” answered Lucy Ladybug. “Hi Benny. Glad to see you again,” several forest friends replied. Benny smiled. Now he understood. It’s nice to have friends but you have to deserve them.

WHAT DO YOU THINK BENNY DOES NOW WHEN HE HAS A BAD DAY? 90

Frankie & Fiona

In a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a mother fox and her two kits, Frankie and Fiona. Now, even though they were brother and sister, Frankie and Fiona were very different. Frankie liked to read, listen to music and draw. He had two special fox friends, Fred and Frasier. Fiona liked to dance, sing, run through the fields and play ball. She had lots of friends. Frankie and Fiona did not spend much time together and that was ok. But one rainy day, Fiona decided to stay home and write stories and poems with her brother. “I’m having fun, Frankie!” I’m proud of my poem. Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course,” Frankie quietly answered. “My brother is quiet

He likes to think

He likes to learn

Now me, I’m noisy

I sing and I yell

I play with my buddies

He likes to use ink.

Silly stories we tell

But Frankie’s my brother

He’s also my friend

He teaches me lots

Now this poem will end!”

“That’s funny,” said Frankie. “Now here’s my poem.” “Being alone

Is fine with me

The peace and quiet

Let’s me feel free

But when I want to laugh

And giggle and squirm

I just find my sister Cause she’s a wiggly worm!” 93

Fiona grabbed Frankie and tickled him! Mother Fox heard them playing and laughing. Yes, her children were very different and she loved them both dearly. She smiled and thought, “How lucky I am to have such a wonderful family!”

A RE YOU MORE LIKE FRANKIE OR FIONA OR A LITTLE BIT OF BOTH?

Harvey

Hedgehog

In a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once

lived a family of hedgehogs. The youngest member was Harvey. Now, Harvey’s favorite pastime was talking and he especially liked talking about himself. One day, Mother Hedgehog noticed Harvey sitting alone, sullen and quiet. “Why Harvey, whatever is the matter? Where are all your friends today?” she asked. “No one wants to play with me,” Harvey cried. “Is there a problem we should talk about?” Mother asked. “That’s just it. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I told everyone about my summer vacation to the ocean. I showed them my collection of seashells. Then I explained how we went fishing in the ocean. I told them all the things we did with Grandma and Grandpa and I even shared all 100 of the pictures I took.” “Oh, I see,” Mother exclaimed. “Harvey, what did your friend, Otis, do on his vacation?” “I don’t know. I never asked him,” Harvey answered. “Did Albert show you his vacation pictures?” she asked.

“No, we didn’t have time to see them. And Mindy stayed home, all summer, so I know she didn’t have anything interesting to tell us.” “Did you enjoy sharing your vacation fun, Harvey?” “Of course I did, Mother. It was all so interesting.” “Did your friends listen politely, to all your stories? “Yes, they were all interested.” Harvey replied. “But you didn’t listen politely when wanted to talk, did you Harvey?” No, I didn’t! Oh, Mother, now I know why no one wants to play with me! I’m really good at talking but really bad at listening!” “I think you’re right, Harvey. Now what can you do about that?” she asked. “I think I’ll call Otis and Albert and tell them I’d like to hear about their summer vacations. And I’ll ask Mindy to join us. Then when they share their stories, I’ll try to think of polite questions to ask everyone,” Harvey excitedly answered. “That’s a very nice idea,” Mother replied. “What kind of questions will you ask?” “Well, I’ll ask what the best part of their summer was? And when they tell me, I’ll smile and show them I’m really interested. Then I’ll try to think of more questions to ask. Would that be the polite way to act?” “Yes, it would,” Mother answered. And Harvey, I think you’ll find everyone likes a good listener. The secret is to learn how to talk and listen during a conversation, so everyone feels included and appreciated.” “I can do that!” Harvey happily replied. “Time to turn on my ears, Mother! I’m off to see my friends!” 97

LUCY

Ladybug

In a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a family of ladybugs. One member of the family was especially kind and thoughtful. Her name was Lucy. One day, while enjoying a quiet afternoon walk, Lucy met Georgie Grasshopper. “Hello Georgie. How are you today?” “I’m busy,” he replied. “I’m practicing my hopping for the Green Meadow Hopping Contest, next Sunday. “I know you won last year,” exclaimed Lucy. “Do you think you can beat everyone this year?” “Of course I can. I’m the best hopper in the county. And my whole family is coming to see me win.” “And how is your mother, Georgie?” “She’s fine. And so is my father.” “Please tell them I said hello,” said Lucy. “Goodbye, Lucy.” Georgie shouted. “I’m too busy to visit any more.” And off he hopped. As Lucy continued her stroll she heard a loud buzzing sound. Looking up, she saw Betsy Bee. “Why, Betsy Bee, I’m happy to see you. Are you collecting nectar today?” the little ladybug asked. “Why of course I am!” “What kind of honey has the hive been making?” “Clover Honey,” Betty answered. It’s the best kind we make. “What is your favorite flavor, Betsy?” Lucy asked. “My favorite is Blueberry. That’s the nectar I am searching for today.” 100

“Is there any in this field?” “Well, I hope so. Goodbye Lucy,” and Betsy Bee flew off. Lucy decided to stop and rest for a bit. Looking for a little rock to sit on, she was surprised to see Abby Ant sitting on a nearby leaf. “Hello Lucy,” Abby softly whispered. “Are you enjoying a quiet stroll?” “Yes I am. But I’m going to take a rest. Would you like to join me?” “Certainly,” said Abby and over she came. “How is your family Lucy?” “Oh, very busy, as usual.” “And how is your family Abby?” “We’re getting ready to visit my grandma, next week. So everyone is excited!” “Oh that sounds like fun. Will you be gone long?” “We’re staying for a week. I can’t wait!” “Lucy, are you going to Arthur’s Spring party on Saturday?” “Yes, and so are my brothers and sisters.” “So am I,” Abby replied. “It’s going to be lots of fun. I’ll see you there. Well, I’ve got to go now. Enjoy the rest of your day!” “Goodbye Abby. I’ll see you at the party. It was time for Lucy to return home. It had been a lovely day. She had enjoyed visiting with her friends, especially one, who was very nice.

WHICH FRIEND DO YOU THINK THAT WAS? 101

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Maxie Mouse

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, two friends were enjoying a game of Chase the Butterfly. Maxie Mouse and Charlie Chipmunk were laughing happily when Bob Bunny came along and started teasing Maxie about his lost tail. Now Maxie had gotten his tail caught in a trap, long ago. Luckily he had escaped but his tail had not! Now he had only a little stub, while other mice had long curly tails. “Hey Stubby, where’s your tail? Want to play Mouse Trap? It’s fun,” teased Bob. Maxie started to cry. Bob continued, “Are you afraid of mouse traps? You’re just a baby.” Charlie Chipmunk laughed. His little friend was upset but Charlie didn’t care. He thought Bob was funny. Suddenly Randy Rabbit hopped over. He asked Bob to stop teasing Maxie. Bob didn’t stop. “Would you like to come to my house and play with my brothers and sister?” Randy asked Maxie. “Yes,” Maxie gratefully replied. He wiped his eyes and followed Randy home. The next day, Charlie Chipmunk was bored. There was no one to play with. Along came Maxie and his new rabbit friends, Randy, Ronald, Richard and Rita. They were playing Tag and laughing happily. Charlie asked if he could join them. Randy seriously answered, “You don’t treat your friends nicely. When Maxie was upset yesterday, you laughed. You should stick up for your friends.” Charlie hung his head and walked away sadly. He began picking up acorns. Suddenly out jumped Bob Bunny. “Hey, I think I’ll take those acorn. They look tasty.” Charlie started to cry. “Hey, Charlie, do you want to play with us?” Maxie asked. “Come chase us, Charlie,” the little rabbits yelled. “Yes, I’d like to play!” Charlie answered. He ran after them. Smiling to himself, he thought, “I’ve learned a good lesson today!

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Mr. and Mrs.

BEAR

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a family of bears: Mr. Bob Bear, Mrs. Betty Bear, Bob Junior and Little Betty. One day, while strolling through the woods, they met the Fox family: Mr. Frank Fox, Mrs. Fanny Fox and their daughter, Francis. The adults greeted each other. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fox,” said the bear children politely. “Hi Francis.” As she smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Bear, Francis quickly said, “Hello Bob. Hello Betty. Then turning to the bear cubs, “Hello, do you want to play Tag?” So off they scampered, while their parents enjoyed a quiet chat. That night, Francis asked her mother, “Do you think Bob and Betty would like to go to the Saturday night Jamboree? It’s ‘Bring Your Friends Night’.” “Of course,” said Mrs. Fox. “That sounds like fun! Call and ask them. The night of the big dance came. Francis was excited! When the doorbell rang, she rushed to answer it, anxious to greet Bob Junior and Little Betty! There stood Mr. Bob and Mrs. Betty Bear. “Where are Bob and Betty?” asked Francis. “We’re right here,” replied Mr. Bear. “Ready to go to the Jamboree!” A surprised Mrs. Fox stammered, “Well, let me get Mr. Fox. He’s not quite ready! She rushed to tell Mr. Fox, they would be going out for the evening. They were bringing friends to the Jamboree! Later, sitting alone on the porch, Francis asked herself, “Why am I sitting home alone tonight? Why did the bears get mixed up?”

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Owl Ollie

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once stood a tall pine tree. It was the home of little Ollie Owl and his family. One day, Olli’s Grama flew in for a visit. She brought him a new game, called, Wise As An Owl. “I got it just for you,” Grama said. “Yes, it’s nice,” Ollie quickly replied. Then off he flew to play with his friends. After dinner, Grama asked Ollie if he liked his game. “Of course I do, Grama,” was all he answered. When it was time for Grama to leave, Ollie surprised her with a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you Grama,” he whispered proudly, as he handed them to her. “They’re very pretty,” Grama said. “I’ve had a lovely visit. Goodbye everyone.” And off she flew. Ollie turned to his mother. “I don’t think Grama liked my flowers,” he sadly said. “I’m sure she did,” his mother answered. “But she never said, “Thank you,” he replied. “Oh,” said mother, “Do you think it’s important to say thank you when someone does a kind deed or gives a nice gift?” Ollie looked at her with surprise. “Why, of course I do, Mother. It makes them feel appreciated when you remember to thank them for their thoughtfulness.”

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Paul

Porcupine

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a family of porcupines: Little Paul and his mother and father. He also had an extended family of grandmas and grandpas, aunts, uncles and cousins. Now, Paul was a very shy little fellow, but he had been taught good manners, so he talked to everyone even though he sometimes wanted to run away and hide! Most of his relatives were nice but his Uncle Pete was very loud and liked to tease everyone. And sometimes he said hurtful things. One summer day, Paul was playing tag with his cousins, Patty and Piper. Suddenly, Uncle Pete yelled, “Paul Porcupine, your legs are too short and you run like an old porcupine! Ha! Ha!” Paul ignored him. Then he heard, “Patty, you’re too big to be a good runner. Lose some weight girl!” and Uncle Pete laughed. Patty was so embarrassed; she stopped playing and walked away. Little Piper was so excited, he was running, laughing and talking at the same time! “I can’t understand that baby talk. Slow down and talk right,” yelled Uncle Pete. Suddenly Paul shouted, “Uncle Pete, you’re a pushy, pudgy porcupine who should muzzle his mouth!” Uncle Pete was shocked and angry! When Mother Porcupine heard her son, she immediately took him aside and softly said, “Your Uncle Pete can be very cruel when he makes jokes that are not funny. However, you are a child. You know better than to talk like that to an adult. In the future, if he says mean things, you are to tell your father or me and we will take care of it. Do you understand?” “Yes mother,” Paul quietly replied. “I’ll apologize to Uncle Pete.” As he approached his uncle, Paul walked proudly. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. “Uncle, I am sorry I said unkind things to you. Hurting others feeling is never funny. Jokes should make everyone smile and feel happy. I apologize.” Then he walked away.

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Randy

Racoon

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, lived a happy raccoon family: Mother and Father Raccoon and their little boy, Randy. Now Randy was too young to play outside with friends, so he spent most of his time in the company of his parents. One morning, Papa and Mama Raccoon were busy doing chores. Randy was upset. He was bored. First he yelled and then he cried. “There’s nothing to do and no one to play with!” he sobbed. Mother hugged her little boy and explained that he had to learn to play by himself. “There are lots of fun things you can do!” she said. “Come, let’s see what we can find!” First they pulled out Randy’s toy box. Then Mom found some old blankets and pillows and piled them on the floor. Randy got crayons, paper and pencils from his desk. Soon, he was surrounded by possibilities! Randy looked around and suddenly had a great idea! He used the blankets and some chairs to build a hide-away! Hours later, it was time for lunch. “Well, my work is done. We can spend some time together this afternoon,” dad told him. “No can do, Dad. I’m too busy,” said Randy and off he ran! From that day on, Randy never got upset when Mom and Dad were busy. He liked spending time with them but he also like spending time alone. He only had to look around and use his imagination!

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Sam and I

n a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, there once lived a family of squirrels: Mr. Squirrel, Mrs. Squirrel and their children, Sal, Sam, Me and I. One hot summer day, Sal said, “Mother, can Sam and Me go to the meadow on Sunday to play with Charlie Chipmunk?” “Certainly,” answered her mother, “And you can take a big picnic lunch with all of your favorite treats.” When Sunday morning arrived, Sal and I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. “Mother, it’s time to fill the basket. Hurry, we don’t want to waste a minute. We’re ready to go!” “But you aren’t going, I,” Mother answered. “Sal said Sam and Me were going. And Me isn’t even out of bed.” “But Me isn’t going,” cried I. He wants to stay home and read his new book, “The Acorn that Got Away.” “Well you can’t go, I.” Your father made plans to take you nut hunting. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him. Hurry and get your hunting clothes on. He’s waiting.” And so, in a quiet meadow, on the far side of the hill, Sal, Sam and Charlie sat together on a big rock and enjoyed a delicious picnic lunch. “Too bad I isn’t here,” said Sam. He really wanted to come.” “Yes,” replied Sally, “Mother knew Sam and I made plans. She just got all mixed up!”

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SPENCER

Spider

In a peaceful forest, on the far side of the hill, Arthur Ant’s

spring party was in full swing! Ants, ladybugs, grasshoppers, bumblebees and many others were there. Old friends were happy to see each other after a long winter. Some sat quietly visiting and others enjoyed playing games.

Spencer Spider sat alone, watching everyone having a fun time. His family had just moved to the forest and he didn’t know anyone. He had been excited to receive Arthur’s invitation and was hoping to make new friends. Unfortunately, Spencer was being ignored by most of the guests. They were too busy playing, Climb the Ant Hill, Dunk in the Honey Pot and dancing The Grasshopper Hop! When Lucy Ladybug and Abbey Ant arrived they immediately noticed Spencer. They cheerfully invited him to join in the fun. And what a surprise! With eight legs, Spencer could really jive! Everyone was soon clapping, as Spencer wiggled and giggled through the Spider Squiggle! “Wow! I like the way you dance!” Barney Bumble exclaimed. “I hope you’ll come to my birthday party next month!” “I’ll be there,” replied Spencer shyly. Lucy and Abby looked at each other and smiled. It was nice to make new friends and ever nicer to see them happy!

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