Megs the mouse part one
See how the sun melts the dew as it glows on the edges of lush green prairie grass? Golden fire with no heat. Rainbows of color dancing like diamonds in the early morning breeze.
See in the middle of miles and miles of waving prairie grass there is a hill, Angora hill. Right where the hill kisses the sky there stands a tree. Noble and alone the tree overlooks the windmill, two stone throws away from a row of plum bushes covered in fragrant pink and white blossoms.
See below the plum bushes there are two little houses for two best friends with two round doors that say 'Welcome'!
Welcome, is where our story begins.
Meet Meg's "Hellooo!! Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! WE don't get many visitors! Would you like some tea? Coffee? A cookie?!!! EVERYONG LOVES COOKIES!!"
"Meg's you are a silent character."
"Oh Sorry. so I shouldn't say anything?"
"No."
"Zzzziiippp! My lips are sealed. Quiet as a mouse!"
"Who keeps talking." Floyd drawled in the slow way only turtles can.
"Thank you Floyd. I will continue narrating if you are both ready?"
Crickets chirping is all I hear so I shall continue.
Pioneers in huge wagons pulled by strong horses and oxen had once passed by this hill on their journey to Oregon. They dropped a lovely little tea cup with blue flowers painted on its side. Our heroine, Meg's the mouse, had found it when she rescued her best friend Floyd from trying to wear it as a hat.
Homesteaders had planted these plum bushes and dug a home into the side of the hill by the windmill. They had planted many trees, but only the one still stood. Winters are harsh in this world and the homesteaders had long since left.
"Heee Heee hee! Rember that Floyd? you looked so funny" said Megs rolling on the ground laughing.
"Excuse me Narrator."
"Yes Meg's?"
"We apologize, but we do need to get to work! The dew only lasts for a few hours until the sun burns it off, the wind blows it away or..." she trailed off with a worried look.
"Oh no Meg's I apologize! Off you go!! I will tell you about that 'Or...' later.
See how Meg's tiny hands can hold a fragile dew drop and let it flow into the teacup on Floyd's back?
Listen! Do you hear? The tiny "plunk' sound of one dew drop landing? Or the gentle song of dew pouring out of a blossom into their cup? Or
"MEGS!!!!!!" the loud shouting of Floyd as Meg's 'accidentally' spills some on his head. IT had been such a peaceful moment...
"Sorry Narrator!!" Megs snickered
Back to the 'Or....'
Or...what Megs meant to finish saying was 'Or Leo, the scariest meanest Hawk on all Angora hill'. But she didn't like to say mean things about people. Even when they were true.
Leo liked to sit on top of the big tree and look around for people to pick on.
In the Spring he would fly down and try to knock all the dew off the blossoms before MEg's and Floyd could fill their tea cup. They always ended up soaked but somehow they always had just enough to fill their cup.
In the Summer he would sneak in, hide all their plum checking tools, and bite some of the hard green plums stems so they would fall with a mighty 'THWUMP!" Sound. Meg's would scream and jump and Floyd would disappear into his shell. Leo loved to scare people.
In the Fall, Leo would try to eat all the Plums before Meg's and Floyd could get to them. His beak would be purple and his stomach would hurt from to much deliciousness...But always Megs and Floyd had enough to make their famous Christmas Jam.
Lets jump ahead to fall.
"you can do that? Floyd drawled with his great big eyes.
"Yes, its the magic of storytelling." I want to kiss him on the head but I won't
Fall when leaves on the bushes magically turn colors and look like flames in the afternoon sun. When the grass has turned to so many colors of reds, purples, yellows and golds you want to swim in it. And afternoon sunsets light the world on fire.
Fall
When the slightest breeze sends a thousand golden plumb leaves tumbling like a ballet of clowns and one gust of mighty prairie wind can lay a bush bare in a second.
Fall when the real work begins for Floyd and Megs.
"OH! I love fall." Megs sighs.
See in the middle of miles and miles of waving prairie grass there is a hill, Angora hill. Right where the hill kisses the sky there stands a tree. Noble and alone the tree overlooks the windmill, two stone throws away from a row of plum bushes covered in fragrant pink and white blossoms.
See below the plum bushes there are two little houses for two best friends with two round doors that say 'Welcome'!
Welcome, is where our story begins.
Meet Meg's "Hellooo!! Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! WE don't get many visitors! Would you like some tea? Coffee? A cookie?!!! EVERYONG LOVES COOKIES!!"
"Meg's you are a silent character."
"Oh Sorry. so I shouldn't say anything?"
"No."
"Zzzziiippp! My lips are sealed. Quiet as a mouse!"
"Who keeps talking." Floyd drawled in the slow way only turtles can.
"Thank you Floyd. I will continue narrating if you are both ready?"
Crickets chirping is all I hear so I shall continue.
Pioneers in huge wagons pulled by strong horses and oxen had once passed by this hill on their journey to Oregon. They dropped a lovely little tea cup with blue flowers painted on its side. Our heroine, Meg's the mouse, had found it when she rescued her best friend Floyd from trying to wear it as a hat.
Homesteaders had planted these plum bushes and dug a home into the side of the hill by the windmill. They had planted many trees, but only the one still stood. Winters are harsh in this world and the homesteaders had long since left.
"Heee Heee hee! Rember that Floyd? you looked so funny" said Megs rolling on the ground laughing.
"Excuse me Narrator."
"Yes Meg's?"
"We apologize, but we do need to get to work! The dew only lasts for a few hours until the sun burns it off, the wind blows it away or..." she trailed off with a worried look.
"Oh no Meg's I apologize! Off you go!! I will tell you about that 'Or...' later.
See how Meg's tiny hands can hold a fragile dew drop and let it flow into the teacup on Floyd's back?
Listen! Do you hear? The tiny "plunk' sound of one dew drop landing? Or the gentle song of dew pouring out of a blossom into their cup? Or
"MEGS!!!!!!" the loud shouting of Floyd as Meg's 'accidentally' spills some on his head. IT had been such a peaceful moment...
"Sorry Narrator!!" Megs snickered
Back to the 'Or....'
Or...what Megs meant to finish saying was 'Or Leo, the scariest meanest Hawk on all Angora hill'. But she didn't like to say mean things about people. Even when they were true.
Leo liked to sit on top of the big tree and look around for people to pick on.
In the Spring he would fly down and try to knock all the dew off the blossoms before MEg's and Floyd could fill their tea cup. They always ended up soaked but somehow they always had just enough to fill their cup.
In the Summer he would sneak in, hide all their plum checking tools, and bite some of the hard green plums stems so they would fall with a mighty 'THWUMP!" Sound. Meg's would scream and jump and Floyd would disappear into his shell. Leo loved to scare people.
In the Fall, Leo would try to eat all the Plums before Meg's and Floyd could get to them. His beak would be purple and his stomach would hurt from to much deliciousness...But always Megs and Floyd had enough to make their famous Christmas Jam.
Lets jump ahead to fall.
"you can do that? Floyd drawled with his great big eyes.
"Yes, its the magic of storytelling." I want to kiss him on the head but I won't
Fall when leaves on the bushes magically turn colors and look like flames in the afternoon sun. When the grass has turned to so many colors of reds, purples, yellows and golds you want to swim in it. And afternoon sunsets light the world on fire.
Fall
When the slightest breeze sends a thousand golden plumb leaves tumbling like a ballet of clowns and one gust of mighty prairie wind can lay a bush bare in a second.
Fall when the real work begins for Floyd and Megs.
"OH! I love fall." Megs sighs.
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