In this, the third book of the "Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe" series, the story takes a major turn of historical proportion, back into the wonderful Garden of Eden, to find out the details of why Horses and Ostriches are such enemies in the day of Red Riding Wolffe. The story sets a very real picture about how Evil entered the world of mankind, and his animal companions.
It makes for an interesting read on what may have actually happened on the Great Ark of Noah, since we know that at least some of the heathen practices from before the Great Flood were re-established among Mankind. This, as my hand penned it, seemed to form itself from somewhere outside my mind, and I read it today, as if I had not read it before. In fact, I get personal inspiration and encouragement to walk along my own life's pathway, as I face so many pitfalls and situations where I am sorely tempted to just quit, and give up.
In this entire series of Little Red Riding Wolffe stories, a simple thread of trust in Creator brings it to a real, living application for everything we ever face in Life. It is my deepest hope that this little story imparts this Hope to each and every reader, not for just a single point in their life, but, for every day, and in every way. I also hope that it is read to the young we most desire to understand, and apply a life of trust in and for Creator. That is my highest hope for this little story.
Now, I must get back to work typing it in on my computer . . .
Till then . . . .
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book Second; Blog Post 4
All the Otter Family led horse and rider along the top of the high bank, down stream. In about a mile, a loud roar from the stream rose from a water fall, but the side they traveled on was beginning to have a less steep slope down to the stream.
"The pathway down is right there!," little Joshua Otter said. He pointed to a very small. otter-sized path going down from the bank almost at Mr. Neigh!'s feet. Below them, the stream fell over a high cliff, but the path the otters now took was less steep, where it went down the bank to the stream below. The trouble for Mr. Neigh! was, it was too small for a horse!
But, he wanted to please his sweet little friend, so he decided to try to take her safely down the bank. He didn't know he was about to meet an ancient enemy he had only instinctual memories about. He had never in his long life met such a creature!
"Ugh!" Mr. Neigh! got so stuck halfway down that narrow little path, it's a miracle we now have the strange story that is coming up shortly!
"Humfp! Huff! Huff! Huh-umpf! He grunted as he tried to get past the thick Iron Bush that had caught him. It was impossible to go back up the path, and he could not budge past this miserable bush! "I'm afraid I got myself stuck!, Mr. Neigh! said. He looked up at Miss Riding Wolffe. "I don't know what to do."
"Oh, silly Mr. Neigh!," cried Riding Wolffe. You didn't ask Heavenly Father to show you what to do, yet! Go ahead, ask Him!"
"Oh," Mr. Neigh! replied, he was embarrassed. " I will, right now!"
"My Father in Heaven," he said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't remember to talk to You for guidance - again! Is it too late to help me now?"
What happened next you might be tempted to think was impossible, or just in funny stories about a little wolf pup who gets into all sorts of adventure, it REALLY DID HAPPEN, Just this way!
When Mr. Neigh! finished speaking, the earth shook! In Seattle, there are a number of breaks in the earth rock, way underneath the water, the meadows, and even the mountains! Every so often, Father in Heaven adjusts the deep rocks, and the whole area above shakes!
Right then, when Mr. Neigh! was thinking he would spend the rest of his life on earth stuck in that iron bush, half way down the ravine bank, Mr. Neigh! was shaken loose by an earth quake! But, so were some rocks and earth above him! They all tumbled and rolled to the bottom of that ravine faster than you can blink at the surprise!
As the falling rocks and earth went by them, the path was cleared, and the way down became a soft landing for Mr. Neigh!. Even the Otter Family scrambled out of the way of the falling earth and rocks!
But even more surprises were waiting! One of the otters noticed that a wide hole had formed at the top of the waterfall, where now a lake was growing. Just past it, near the top of the waterfall, the stream was very shallow, where Mr. Neigh! could easily walk across. The rest of the stream was in a deep cut through solid rock, with sides too steep for Mr. Neigh! to enter the water, and get out on the other side.
However, he was just about to meet his longtime, ancient nemesis(You might want to look up 'nemesis in a dictionary), and an enemy so adept at beguiling his prey that they had no idea he was preying on them! (Go ahead, look up 'beguiling,' too!)
Before Mr. Neigh had a chance to take the first step in the shallow part of the stream, there was one of the most strange creatures half running, half sliding down the same ripped-up bank he'd just almost fallen down himself! It was an ostrich, from Australia! A very BIG ostrich, too!
"Quick! Jump off my back!, " Mr. Neigh! nearly shouted at the dumbfounded Miss Riding Wolffe. "Quickly! Run to that bush over there!"
You might not know this, but horses and ostriches got into a very bad row in the Garden of Eden. And, we're just about to find out why!
He then backed up toward that very surprised Mr. Ostrich, and was just ready to plant both of his very big, very heavy hind hooves right on the ostriches' chest!
In a moment we'll finish that part! First, we need a little history lesson . . .
After leaving the Great Ark of Safety, Captain Noah, to settle the problem between the Horse and the Ostrich Families, after the Great Flood, put Horses in North Africa, and Ostriches in South Africa, and in Australia (Which was originally called "Ostrichlia," but eventually the name was changed to more easily pronounce it!), far apart from one another.
On the Ark Creator had instructed him to build, and how to construct it to make it safely through the very, very worst ocean storm ever in history, Noah had placed ostriches on one end, horses on the other! He wanted to keep an eye on the horses, they're quite mischievous, you know! We'll be finding out, but after we get past this next point in the story!
Anyway, in Miss Riding Wolffe's day, they still didn't get along, and if they ever got together, instant brouhaha and other mayhem quickly ensued! ( I know, you need to go look up 'brouhaha'!)
Mr. Neigh! was a very wise, old horse, by then. But he had faithfully passed down to his children, and there were quite a few horses he had sired, the ancient stories about Ostriches that his own grandpa had passed on to him, from his grandpa. He had never seen an ostrich, but in his instincts, he immediately knew that this strange creature was one. The ancient stories told every horse what to do, if ever facing an ostrich, so Mr. Neigh! was just following his heritage, as he readied himself to deliver what could easily be a death blow to the old, gentlemanly ostrich!
As it happened, when Noah had first placed horses and ostriches on the Ark, they were free to roam about. The Ostrich Family had taken the Horses' stall, since it was warmer and more comfy than the one assigned to them. The horses used their teeth to make the ostriches leave, but they were slower than the ostriches, who had sharp, long beaks, and ran faster, and dodged about too quick for the horses to bite them. Over the time since, the horses had devised a method to deal the ostriches a deadly, final blow, with their hind hooves, before the ostriches even knew they were under attack!
But, even before the Great Flood, Horses and Ostriches had had a very big, very bad experience, and we will be getting into that, later.
For now, as Mr. Neigh! made ready to fire a deadly blow to Mr. Ostrich, the surprised, old and quite wise Ostrich stopped quickly, and said, "Wall! Ba looww me to da fedders(Feathers), Thae Gaeode (Good) Laorde(Lord) daone sheak(Shake) mai(My) hyed(head) overn a-deow-yn(Over and down) thea cleiff oop yearn(up yonder), an hears ah a-preactly teumbels(and here I a-practically tumbles) i-ento ye, ayne ye tearns yo' baek o oyn mai(into you, and you turns your back around on me) whaen ah geetz a-cleos ta ye eal(when I gets a-close to you all)!"
[Ostrich-speak is kinda hard to understand, especially when it comes from an Aussie ostrich!]
With that, the old ostrich ( A professor of Gray Whale Culture, from Australia, and 'very' distinguished too, I should tell you), bowed low to Mr. Neigh! !!
Now, you could say that Mr. Neigh! was surprised! In fact, though he was dumbfounded (Ask grandma what 'dumbfounded' means before we go any further), and extremely embarrassed, a feeling of deep guilt struck him even dumber! The poor old horse was speechless! (There, I helped Grandma out!).
So, he just stood there, his back side still toward Mr. Ostrich, his head and ears drooping down! And, that's where I have to end this part of the Story of Miss Red Riding Wolffe!
Hope your Father in Heaven is your Very Best Friend, this Christmas! And, I pray for Him to send you every bit of His Love, and His Peace - for you, my dearly-loved children - and your families.
Love . . .
Grandpa.
[Note: Today I posted the following on Joy Armstrong's Blog Site . . .
http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html
"Today, December 14, 2011, I added the following to Cynthia "Joy Armstrong Photography" web blog . . .
http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html?showComment=1323872939559#c5701656029739414634
"ClaudeA said...
Hope you see this!
For three dear small children in my life then, each of whom I love much, but you, daughter, the most, I wrote a lively story about a small wolf pup, whose trust in Creator made her life a living honor to Him, and rescued her and her traveling companion, an old horse, from many a wild danger.
I had thought to not post any more comments on this, one of your blogs, as I think you may not understand my heart at all, due to those who speak against me with half-truths, and multiplied un-truths.
However, I do feel Creator wants you to have this gift, as it was in His Presence that it was formed in my heart, specifically for you to gain a deeper walk with Him, and a clearer understanding about His great love for you.
I do apologize for this, another intrusion in your space, yet I believe that reading the story, a four-part book by the time it was finished during its four-Christmas development, will bless you with hours of fun, and inspiring reading!
Yes! You are welcome! [After you read it, and see what say about it is real!]
papa
Oh! Nearly forgot! I am adding the entire text - and hopefully Carl will provide illustrations - to my,
blog
[http://claudea-more-than-gardens.blogspot.com/]
Look for this date, as I will publish the first two "books" today, minus illustrations, as I am only now typing the story into digital form. It will be in magazine-length sections on the blog, but I hope to add the entire story in a single file, somewhere, when it is fully digitized.
Oh! The parts I am publishing today are named:
"Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe. Book First" and,
Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends in Seattle. Book Second"
The third is several hundred pages long, so I'll likely post it in sections as I finish typing them. I wrote this series for Christmases of 1997, 98, 99, and 2000.
The fourth, and last section, "Little Miss Red Writing Wolffe, Jeremiah 3 & 4. Book Final"
To appreciate this final section, and the message it centers on, read both of these Hebrew Scripture chapters:
Jeremiah 3, and, Jeremiah 4.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+3&version=NASB
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+4&version=NASB.
This final section closes the fantastic story of section 3, "Captain YHVH; First Mate, Noah, and The Ark of Mutany, Book Third." This section was, as I watched my hand write it down, like as if it was not my mind producing it, but a mind that was actually there during the pre-Flood world. Now, when I read it, it is like a story I did not write.
Also interesting, as I read it, I find new inspiration and guidance for my daily walk with Creator, in His Presence, and in His Creation. Most fascinating!
Enjoy!
December 14, 2011 6:28 AM
I pray and hope Cynthia Joy finds, and reads it, and goes on to read, and enjoy, and benefit from applying this story to her living! She's one lovely, adorable daughter! My daughter!"]
"The pathway down is right there!," little Joshua Otter said. He pointed to a very small. otter-sized path going down from the bank almost at Mr. Neigh!'s feet. Below them, the stream fell over a high cliff, but the path the otters now took was less steep, where it went down the bank to the stream below. The trouble for Mr. Neigh! was, it was too small for a horse!
But, he wanted to please his sweet little friend, so he decided to try to take her safely down the bank. He didn't know he was about to meet an ancient enemy he had only instinctual memories about. He had never in his long life met such a creature!
"Ugh!" Mr. Neigh! got so stuck halfway down that narrow little path, it's a miracle we now have the strange story that is coming up shortly!
"Humfp! Huff! Huff! Huh-umpf! He grunted as he tried to get past the thick Iron Bush that had caught him. It was impossible to go back up the path, and he could not budge past this miserable bush! "I'm afraid I got myself stuck!, Mr. Neigh! said. He looked up at Miss Riding Wolffe. "I don't know what to do."
"Oh, silly Mr. Neigh!," cried Riding Wolffe. You didn't ask Heavenly Father to show you what to do, yet! Go ahead, ask Him!"
"Oh," Mr. Neigh! replied, he was embarrassed. " I will, right now!"
"My Father in Heaven," he said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't remember to talk to You for guidance - again! Is it too late to help me now?"
What happened next you might be tempted to think was impossible, or just in funny stories about a little wolf pup who gets into all sorts of adventure, it REALLY DID HAPPEN, Just this way!
When Mr. Neigh! finished speaking, the earth shook! In Seattle, there are a number of breaks in the earth rock, way underneath the water, the meadows, and even the mountains! Every so often, Father in Heaven adjusts the deep rocks, and the whole area above shakes!
Right then, when Mr. Neigh! was thinking he would spend the rest of his life on earth stuck in that iron bush, half way down the ravine bank, Mr. Neigh! was shaken loose by an earth quake! But, so were some rocks and earth above him! They all tumbled and rolled to the bottom of that ravine faster than you can blink at the surprise!
As the falling rocks and earth went by them, the path was cleared, and the way down became a soft landing for Mr. Neigh!. Even the Otter Family scrambled out of the way of the falling earth and rocks!
But even more surprises were waiting! One of the otters noticed that a wide hole had formed at the top of the waterfall, where now a lake was growing. Just past it, near the top of the waterfall, the stream was very shallow, where Mr. Neigh! could easily walk across. The rest of the stream was in a deep cut through solid rock, with sides too steep for Mr. Neigh! to enter the water, and get out on the other side.
However, he was just about to meet his longtime, ancient nemesis(You might want to look up 'nemesis in a dictionary), and an enemy so adept at beguiling his prey that they had no idea he was preying on them! (Go ahead, look up 'beguiling,' too!)
Before Mr. Neigh had a chance to take the first step in the shallow part of the stream, there was one of the most strange creatures half running, half sliding down the same ripped-up bank he'd just almost fallen down himself! It was an ostrich, from Australia! A very BIG ostrich, too!
"Quick! Jump off my back!, " Mr. Neigh! nearly shouted at the dumbfounded Miss Riding Wolffe. "Quickly! Run to that bush over there!"
You might not know this, but horses and ostriches got into a very bad row in the Garden of Eden. And, we're just about to find out why!
He then backed up toward that very surprised Mr. Ostrich, and was just ready to plant both of his very big, very heavy hind hooves right on the ostriches' chest!
In a moment we'll finish that part! First, we need a little history lesson . . .
After leaving the Great Ark of Safety, Captain Noah, to settle the problem between the Horse and the Ostrich Families, after the Great Flood, put Horses in North Africa, and Ostriches in South Africa, and in Australia (Which was originally called "Ostrichlia," but eventually the name was changed to more easily pronounce it!), far apart from one another.
On the Ark Creator had instructed him to build, and how to construct it to make it safely through the very, very worst ocean storm ever in history, Noah had placed ostriches on one end, horses on the other! He wanted to keep an eye on the horses, they're quite mischievous, you know! We'll be finding out, but after we get past this next point in the story!
Anyway, in Miss Riding Wolffe's day, they still didn't get along, and if they ever got together, instant brouhaha and other mayhem quickly ensued! ( I know, you need to go look up 'brouhaha'!)
Mr. Neigh! was a very wise, old horse, by then. But he had faithfully passed down to his children, and there were quite a few horses he had sired, the ancient stories about Ostriches that his own grandpa had passed on to him, from his grandpa. He had never seen an ostrich, but in his instincts, he immediately knew that this strange creature was one. The ancient stories told every horse what to do, if ever facing an ostrich, so Mr. Neigh! was just following his heritage, as he readied himself to deliver what could easily be a death blow to the old, gentlemanly ostrich!
As it happened, when Noah had first placed horses and ostriches on the Ark, they were free to roam about. The Ostrich Family had taken the Horses' stall, since it was warmer and more comfy than the one assigned to them. The horses used their teeth to make the ostriches leave, but they were slower than the ostriches, who had sharp, long beaks, and ran faster, and dodged about too quick for the horses to bite them. Over the time since, the horses had devised a method to deal the ostriches a deadly, final blow, with their hind hooves, before the ostriches even knew they were under attack!
But, even before the Great Flood, Horses and Ostriches had had a very big, very bad experience, and we will be getting into that, later.
For now, as Mr. Neigh! made ready to fire a deadly blow to Mr. Ostrich, the surprised, old and quite wise Ostrich stopped quickly, and said, "Wall! Ba looww me to da fedders(Feathers), Thae Gaeode (Good) Laorde(Lord) daone sheak(Shake) mai(My) hyed(head) overn a-deow-yn(Over and down) thea cleiff oop yearn(up yonder), an hears ah a-preactly teumbels(and here I a-practically tumbles) i-ento ye, ayne ye tearns yo' baek o oyn mai(into you, and you turns your back around on me) whaen ah geetz a-cleos ta ye eal(when I gets a-close to you all)!"
[Ostrich-speak is kinda hard to understand, especially when it comes from an Aussie ostrich!]
With that, the old ostrich ( A professor of Gray Whale Culture, from Australia, and 'very' distinguished too, I should tell you), bowed low to Mr. Neigh! !!
Now, you could say that Mr. Neigh! was surprised! In fact, though he was dumbfounded (Ask grandma what 'dumbfounded' means before we go any further), and extremely embarrassed, a feeling of deep guilt struck him even dumber! The poor old horse was speechless! (There, I helped Grandma out!).
So, he just stood there, his back side still toward Mr. Ostrich, his head and ears drooping down! And, that's where I have to end this part of the Story of Miss Red Riding Wolffe!
Hope your Father in Heaven is your Very Best Friend, this Christmas! And, I pray for Him to send you every bit of His Love, and His Peace - for you, my dearly-loved children - and your families.
Love . . .
Grandpa.
[Note: Today I posted the following on Joy Armstrong's Blog Site . . .
http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html
"Today, December 14, 2011, I added the following to Cynthia "Joy Armstrong Photography" web blog . . .
http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html?showComment=1323872939559#c5701656029739414634
"ClaudeA said...
Hope you see this!
For three dear small children in my life then, each of whom I love much, but you, daughter, the most, I wrote a lively story about a small wolf pup, whose trust in Creator made her life a living honor to Him, and rescued her and her traveling companion, an old horse, from many a wild danger.
I had thought to not post any more comments on this, one of your blogs, as I think you may not understand my heart at all, due to those who speak against me with half-truths, and multiplied un-truths.
However, I do feel Creator wants you to have this gift, as it was in His Presence that it was formed in my heart, specifically for you to gain a deeper walk with Him, and a clearer understanding about His great love for you.
I do apologize for this, another intrusion in your space, yet I believe that reading the story, a four-part book by the time it was finished during its four-Christmas development, will bless you with hours of fun, and inspiring reading!
Yes! You are welcome! [After you read it, and see what say about it is real!]
papa
Oh! Nearly forgot! I am adding the entire text - and hopefully Carl will provide illustrations - to my,
blog
[http://claudea-more-than-gardens.blogspot.com/]
Look for this date, as I will publish the first two "books" today, minus illustrations, as I am only now typing the story into digital form. It will be in magazine-length sections on the blog, but I hope to add the entire story in a single file, somewhere, when it is fully digitized.
Oh! The parts I am publishing today are named:
"Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe. Book First" and,
Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends in Seattle. Book Second"
The third is several hundred pages long, so I'll likely post it in sections as I finish typing them. I wrote this series for Christmases of 1997, 98, 99, and 2000.
The fourth, and last section, "Little Miss Red Writing Wolffe, Jeremiah 3 & 4. Book Final"
To appreciate this final section, and the message it centers on, read both of these Hebrew Scripture chapters:
Jeremiah 3, and, Jeremiah 4.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+3&version=NASB
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+4&version=NASB.
This final section closes the fantastic story of section 3, "Captain YHVH; First Mate, Noah, and The Ark of Mutany, Book Third." This section was, as I watched my hand write it down, like as if it was not my mind producing it, but a mind that was actually there during the pre-Flood world. Now, when I read it, it is like a story I did not write.
Also interesting, as I read it, I find new inspiration and guidance for my daily walk with Creator, in His Presence, and in His Creation. Most fascinating!
Enjoy!
December 14, 2011 6:28 AM
I pray and hope Cynthia Joy finds, and reads it, and goes on to read, and enjoy, and benefit from applying this story to her living! She's one lovely, adorable daughter! My daughter!"]
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book Second; Blog Post 3
"Chee! Chee!Chee! Sheeee! Chit Chit Chit, Cut-Cut-Cut, Cheree!"
It was Blue Jay! He had found them, and was sitting on Mr. Neigh!'s ear, trying to wake both him and Red Riding wolffe up!. Of course, what they heard was . . . "It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! Wake up!, sleepy heads!"
When she opened her eyes, Red Riding Wolffe saw the deep blue sky above the very tall fir trees, under which they had made their warm bed on the dry needles, so deep that they made a soft bed. "Oh! Look over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to a wide stretch of the bluest water she had ever seen. And there, not far away from the hill they were sleeping on, just past the fresh green meadow below, was the part of Seattle's water front called Meadow Bay, by people in her time. It was very beautiful!
"Can we go to the water?, she asked. "Please, it would very nice, and you can watch and rest for awhile there," she said to Mr. Neigh!.
"Well, I would like to," he said, but your mother must be worried about you! We need to get back, so she won't be alarmed!"
"I can take care of that!" Blue Jay flew down onto Mr. Neigh!'s back. "I'll go right now and tell everyone that you're both OK, and that something scared you last night, Mr. Neigh!. I know Mrs. Wolffe will be happy to have her little daughter here, with you, and, maybe I can find out what scared you, too."
"OK, but do come back right away, so I know it's OK," Mr. neigh said. "I don't want to stay here if Red Riding Wolffe's mom wants her back home. We'll stay at the water, down there." He lifted a front hoof to point to the water at the edge of the middle of the meadow. But, he soon was to wish he'd pointed out another spot!
Now, this time was a verrryyy, verrrryyyy long time ago, and names of things were different then. The name for the area was Seattle, or "Sealth," in that people's language, but the water was called "Creator's Kitchen," because it was a great source of many kinds of food. Some even called it "Creator's Table," because of the beauty of it and the surrounding shores, and it was usually calm, unlike the ocean, where it came from, far to the North.
Many streams and several rivers brought fresh water to it. and many fish entered their family's fresh water homes through it, to lay their kinds of eggs for the next generation.
The noisy, long-flying geese from the coast lands far to the North landed on this great body's shores, to rest and eat high-energy grasses they needed for their long flights. From far to the South, humming birds came here, to hover over bright, beautiful flowers that gave them sweet nectars to nourish and give them energy for the long flights back to their Winter homes in the South. Many honey bees made this land their home, and it was a happy bear who found a bees' nest in an old, hollow log, and ate honey till it was groggy - and full of bee stings!
Each Spring Blue Jays welcomed their cousins from the South, the Robins, and distant 3rd cousins, the Swallows. On his way to tell mother Wolffe the good news of finding her daughter and Mr. Neigh! safe and sound, and their request to visit Meadow Bay, Mr. Blue Jay remembered meeting his very best friend, Red Robin, that last Spring, who had just arrived from his Winter home in the South.
Red Robin had been in a cheery mind, happy to have arrived on such a fine day in his favorite Summer home. He had already started to build a nest for his pretty wife, but had stopped to pull up a tasty mouthful - er, beak full, of big, fat juicy worms! To Mr. Blue Jay, the worms were, well, shall we say, "Lacking for taste appeal?, so he waited while Cousin Red Robin finished his meal.
"Fine to see you, cousin!," Blue Jay said.
"Oh!," exclaimed Red Robin. I didn't see you! Yes! And it's very good to be back! I trust that you've had a pleasant Winter?"
"Well, 'cept for a long spell of heavy rains, when it was a mite difficult to get out for meals, yes, it was an OK Winter. I'm happy to see it's Spring again, too!"
Red Robin was happy to bring Blue Jay to visit his wife and they had a wonderful time together last Summer.
Today, he was not expecting to see the Red Robins, it was much too early in the year. Just as fast as Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel can eat their moms' fresh-baked chocolate chip, oatmeal and raisin cookies, dipped in cold strawberry milk, on a hot Summer day, Mr. Blue Jay was arriving at the Wolffe's home by the tall tree, to deliver the good news, and Riding Wolffe's request. Little did he realize that he had still another unexpected message to bring back home, before this was even delivered!
Soon after they had started for the edge of the meadow, to sit by Meadow Bay, "Creator's Kitchen," what we call Puget Sound, Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe found a family of otters, who were sliding down a mud slide into a tiny stream. Their shrill shrieks of laughter, pranks of splashing mud on each other, and swimming with their tummies floating out of the water, and eating clams on their "tummy tables," was fun to watch. When they had watched and laughed for a while, the horse and his little rider set off for Meadow Bay again.
"I wish Mrs. Weasel could have fun like that," Miss Riding Wolffe said. "she is too unhappy all the time. Maybe she would like to laugh if she was sliding down the mud slides with the Otter Family!" Just thinking about this was so funny, to imagine a very fancy, elegant, proper mother Weasel sliding in the mud, that they laughed!
Now, to really understand what happened next, don't peek ahead! In just a few pages you'll get a big surprise! But, for now, just keep reading, because you will need to know what I have to tell you, so the surprise makes sense! Or, if grandma is reading this to you, just be patient! We'll get there soon enough!
Sometimes, when you looked at something like a mountain, rising above a flat ground between you and it, it looked like you could just walk over to the mountain. Right? But, if the curve of the Earth made the ground closest to you hide the rest of the way to that mountain, and there was actually a river, or even a canyon between you and the distant mountain, how would you know, except that you actually traveled toward the mountain, and discovered the canyon, or stream?
So, to Mr. Neigh! and Red Riding Wolffe, Meadow Bay water looked like it was an easy walk to get to its edge.
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe was just a young wolf-pup, but she had a deep faith in Creator to keep her safe, and to guide her where He wanted her to go, and to experience all He wanted her to, so she would grow up trusting Him for all she needed in her life. Her trust in Him made it easy for her to go where grown up wolves would fear too much to go, and make excuses why 'not' to explore new things and places. So, it was probably a good thing that Miss Riding Wolffe was the one Creator led to this place, and have such a desire to explore all she could, there. Otherwise, we would never have the wonderful story of her great discoveries, and all her surprises!
Now then, I said that often we see a distant place we want to go to, and all we see is flat ground between where we stand, and the distant place, and we think it would be a simple walk to get there. Well, as Mr. Neigh! walked toward Meadow Bay, they found that the way was blocked by a deep, steep-sided ravine, with a fast, deep stream at the bottom. It was full of large rocks, and many tough bushes, called "iron bush," were between them and the bottom of the ravine. The bushes were so thick they couldn't see the way down to the bottom of the ravine, or any pathway to get there.
Red Riding Wolffe had the solution, though. It's the same solution to every problem any creature has, and so she said, out loud, "Father, You see our problem. In fact, You knew we would face it, here, and yet You gave us the interest to go to Meadow Bay, so You also know how we are to cross this ravine." And, just then is when the Otter Family went by, headed down toward the fast stream, past where they stood! They had missed seeing a narrow path just wide enough for the otters, and slippery for them to slide down!
Mr. Neigh! looked at it, and backed away! "Please," asked Miss Riding Wolffe, so he said, "Well, I'll try." He was not so sure it was a good idea, at all! But, if he had not made this important choice to at least try, we would not have one of the most fantastic stories ever told!
Tiny Tim Otter waved as he went by. So did Mary Sue, Joshua, and even grandpa Otter! "Hey! Do you want to get across?," Joshua asked. "I know where the stream is shallow. Just walk along this bank, down stream. We'll show you a place to come down to the stream. Follow us!"
All the Otter Family led horse and rider along the top of the high bank, down stream. In about a mile, a loud roar from the stream rose from a water fall, but the side they traveled on was beginning to have a less steep slope down to the stream.
"The pathway down is right there!," little Joshua Otter said. He pointed to a very small. otter-sized path going down from the bank almost at Mr. Neigh!'s feet. Below them, the stream fell over a high cliff, but the path the otters now took was less steep, where it went down the bank to the stream below. The trouble for Mr. Neigh! was, it was too small for a horse!
But, he wanted to please his sweet little friend, so he decided to try to take her safely down the bank. He didn't know he was about to meet an ancient enemy he had only instinctual memories about. He had never in his long life met such a creature!
"Ugh!" Mr. Neigh! got so stuck halfway down that narrow little path, it's a miracle we now have the strange story that is coming up shortly!
It was Blue Jay! He had found them, and was sitting on Mr. Neigh!'s ear, trying to wake both him and Red Riding wolffe up!. Of course, what they heard was . . . "It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! Wake up!, sleepy heads!"
When she opened her eyes, Red Riding Wolffe saw the deep blue sky above the very tall fir trees, under which they had made their warm bed on the dry needles, so deep that they made a soft bed. "Oh! Look over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to a wide stretch of the bluest water she had ever seen. And there, not far away from the hill they were sleeping on, just past the fresh green meadow below, was the part of Seattle's water front called Meadow Bay, by people in her time. It was very beautiful!
"Can we go to the water?, she asked. "Please, it would very nice, and you can watch and rest for awhile there," she said to Mr. Neigh!.
"Well, I would like to," he said, but your mother must be worried about you! We need to get back, so she won't be alarmed!"
"I can take care of that!" Blue Jay flew down onto Mr. Neigh!'s back. "I'll go right now and tell everyone that you're both OK, and that something scared you last night, Mr. Neigh!. I know Mrs. Wolffe will be happy to have her little daughter here, with you, and, maybe I can find out what scared you, too."
"OK, but do come back right away, so I know it's OK," Mr. neigh said. "I don't want to stay here if Red Riding Wolffe's mom wants her back home. We'll stay at the water, down there." He lifted a front hoof to point to the water at the edge of the middle of the meadow. But, he soon was to wish he'd pointed out another spot!
Now, this time was a verrryyy, verrrryyyy long time ago, and names of things were different then. The name for the area was Seattle, or "Sealth," in that people's language, but the water was called "Creator's Kitchen," because it was a great source of many kinds of food. Some even called it "Creator's Table," because of the beauty of it and the surrounding shores, and it was usually calm, unlike the ocean, where it came from, far to the North.
Many streams and several rivers brought fresh water to it. and many fish entered their family's fresh water homes through it, to lay their kinds of eggs for the next generation.
The noisy, long-flying geese from the coast lands far to the North landed on this great body's shores, to rest and eat high-energy grasses they needed for their long flights. From far to the South, humming birds came here, to hover over bright, beautiful flowers that gave them sweet nectars to nourish and give them energy for the long flights back to their Winter homes in the South. Many honey bees made this land their home, and it was a happy bear who found a bees' nest in an old, hollow log, and ate honey till it was groggy - and full of bee stings!
Each Spring Blue Jays welcomed their cousins from the South, the Robins, and distant 3rd cousins, the Swallows. On his way to tell mother Wolffe the good news of finding her daughter and Mr. Neigh! safe and sound, and their request to visit Meadow Bay, Mr. Blue Jay remembered meeting his very best friend, Red Robin, that last Spring, who had just arrived from his Winter home in the South.
Red Robin had been in a cheery mind, happy to have arrived on such a fine day in his favorite Summer home. He had already started to build a nest for his pretty wife, but had stopped to pull up a tasty mouthful - er, beak full, of big, fat juicy worms! To Mr. Blue Jay, the worms were, well, shall we say, "Lacking for taste appeal?, so he waited while Cousin Red Robin finished his meal.
"Fine to see you, cousin!," Blue Jay said.
"Oh!," exclaimed Red Robin. I didn't see you! Yes! And it's very good to be back! I trust that you've had a pleasant Winter?"
"Well, 'cept for a long spell of heavy rains, when it was a mite difficult to get out for meals, yes, it was an OK Winter. I'm happy to see it's Spring again, too!"
Red Robin was happy to bring Blue Jay to visit his wife and they had a wonderful time together last Summer.
Today, he was not expecting to see the Red Robins, it was much too early in the year. Just as fast as Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel can eat their moms' fresh-baked chocolate chip, oatmeal and raisin cookies, dipped in cold strawberry milk, on a hot Summer day, Mr. Blue Jay was arriving at the Wolffe's home by the tall tree, to deliver the good news, and Riding Wolffe's request. Little did he realize that he had still another unexpected message to bring back home, before this was even delivered!
Soon after they had started for the edge of the meadow, to sit by Meadow Bay, "Creator's Kitchen," what we call Puget Sound, Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe found a family of otters, who were sliding down a mud slide into a tiny stream. Their shrill shrieks of laughter, pranks of splashing mud on each other, and swimming with their tummies floating out of the water, and eating clams on their "tummy tables," was fun to watch. When they had watched and laughed for a while, the horse and his little rider set off for Meadow Bay again.
"I wish Mrs. Weasel could have fun like that," Miss Riding Wolffe said. "she is too unhappy all the time. Maybe she would like to laugh if she was sliding down the mud slides with the Otter Family!" Just thinking about this was so funny, to imagine a very fancy, elegant, proper mother Weasel sliding in the mud, that they laughed!
Now, to really understand what happened next, don't peek ahead! In just a few pages you'll get a big surprise! But, for now, just keep reading, because you will need to know what I have to tell you, so the surprise makes sense! Or, if grandma is reading this to you, just be patient! We'll get there soon enough!
Sometimes, when you looked at something like a mountain, rising above a flat ground between you and it, it looked like you could just walk over to the mountain. Right? But, if the curve of the Earth made the ground closest to you hide the rest of the way to that mountain, and there was actually a river, or even a canyon between you and the distant mountain, how would you know, except that you actually traveled toward the mountain, and discovered the canyon, or stream?
So, to Mr. Neigh! and Red Riding Wolffe, Meadow Bay water looked like it was an easy walk to get to its edge.
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe was just a young wolf-pup, but she had a deep faith in Creator to keep her safe, and to guide her where He wanted her to go, and to experience all He wanted her to, so she would grow up trusting Him for all she needed in her life. Her trust in Him made it easy for her to go where grown up wolves would fear too much to go, and make excuses why 'not' to explore new things and places. So, it was probably a good thing that Miss Riding Wolffe was the one Creator led to this place, and have such a desire to explore all she could, there. Otherwise, we would never have the wonderful story of her great discoveries, and all her surprises!
Now then, I said that often we see a distant place we want to go to, and all we see is flat ground between where we stand, and the distant place, and we think it would be a simple walk to get there. Well, as Mr. Neigh! walked toward Meadow Bay, they found that the way was blocked by a deep, steep-sided ravine, with a fast, deep stream at the bottom. It was full of large rocks, and many tough bushes, called "iron bush," were between them and the bottom of the ravine. The bushes were so thick they couldn't see the way down to the bottom of the ravine, or any pathway to get there.
Red Riding Wolffe had the solution, though. It's the same solution to every problem any creature has, and so she said, out loud, "Father, You see our problem. In fact, You knew we would face it, here, and yet You gave us the interest to go to Meadow Bay, so You also know how we are to cross this ravine." And, just then is when the Otter Family went by, headed down toward the fast stream, past where they stood! They had missed seeing a narrow path just wide enough for the otters, and slippery for them to slide down!
Mr. Neigh! looked at it, and backed away! "Please," asked Miss Riding Wolffe, so he said, "Well, I'll try." He was not so sure it was a good idea, at all! But, if he had not made this important choice to at least try, we would not have one of the most fantastic stories ever told!
Tiny Tim Otter waved as he went by. So did Mary Sue, Joshua, and even grandpa Otter! "Hey! Do you want to get across?," Joshua asked. "I know where the stream is shallow. Just walk along this bank, down stream. We'll show you a place to come down to the stream. Follow us!"
All the Otter Family led horse and rider along the top of the high bank, down stream. In about a mile, a loud roar from the stream rose from a water fall, but the side they traveled on was beginning to have a less steep slope down to the stream.
"The pathway down is right there!," little Joshua Otter said. He pointed to a very small. otter-sized path going down from the bank almost at Mr. Neigh!'s feet. Below them, the stream fell over a high cliff, but the path the otters now took was less steep, where it went down the bank to the stream below. The trouble for Mr. Neigh! was, it was too small for a horse!
But, he wanted to please his sweet little friend, so he decided to try to take her safely down the bank. He didn't know he was about to meet an ancient enemy he had only instinctual memories about. He had never in his long life met such a creature!
"Ugh!" Mr. Neigh! got so stuck halfway down that narrow little path, it's a miracle we now have the strange story that is coming up shortly!
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book Second; Blog Post 2
Well, it had been over a year since Red Riding Wolffe could fit into Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, so she was not able to warn Mr. Neigh! about where NOT to walk, as she rode on his back home from Grandma's!. What little Red Riding Wolffe did not know about Little Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, was about to turn her safe trip back home into a living nightmare! Shall we continue!?
Actually, since her last visit with Jonny Rabbit in his secret burrow, which he had dug right at the edge of the hedge row by the path that went by the Wolffe's little cabin by the tall tree, he had dug it out further, and now it was under part of the path! He liked to play spy, and would sit and watch traffic go by on the path, from a little hole he had poked through to the surface, by a rock that was buried in the path.
He had not caught Mrs. Weasel using his 'secret' burrow to eve's drop on the Wolffe family, so he was not aware that she was there the night that Mr. Neigh! and his little rider were returning from their eventful Christmas visit with Grandma Wolffe. He had just crawled down into the secret burrow, where Mrs. Weasel had already been for awhile, just in time to be an instigator in the next major event in Red Riding Wolffe's Christmas visit to Grandma's!
At the exact, same moment that Mr. Neigh! was about to step onto the very spot where the hidden spy burrow lay beneath the path almost to Riding Wolffe's home by the tall tree in the green meadow, Rabbit bumped right into Mrs. Weasel, in the pitch-black darkness of the little spy burrow! Both Mrs. Weasel and little Jonny were so surprised that they jumped right through the thin layer of earth that formed the ceiling of the spy burrow! And, Mr. Neigh! was so shocked at their sudden appearance, and the shrieking noise both rodents were making, that he bolted!
Now, if you know how horses react to surprise, you know that Mr. Neigh! began running for dear life! He was terrified! It almost knocked Miss Riding Wolffe off his back, but she clung to his mane with all the strength she had!
Dense clouds hung low in the cold sky, making his fleeing all the more dangerous, and frightening! After what seemed like hours, Mr. Neigh! slowed to a fast run, then to a walk. After a bit, his heart settled down, and he started to think again. He had not run like this for many years, and when he got his thoughts back, he realized how tired he was, and, he also saw he was lost. His fast gallop had taken them miles from home, and they were now in a thick forest. It was very dark.
"Oh! Mr. Neigh! I'm really scared! Where are we?" Little Miss Riding Wolffe had almost lost her sense of Creator's care and protection, and was really, really scared from the enormous fright both she and Mr. Neigh! had run from. She had been so happy to see how close to her little, warm home they were just the moment before the scare How she wished she was there now!
Mr. Neigh! felt very sorry for his little friend. "Honey, I'm not sure. I'm so sorry that I got so scared. I'm afraid that I'm lost, now. I wish I could do something to make you feel better, but I don't know what."
"Oh, Mr. Neigh! You can do something!," cried his little companion. You can pray with me to our Father in Heaven. He knows how lost we feel, and He knows exactly where we are! If we ask Him, He will guide us where he wants us to be, safe, for tonight!"
"Yes! My little friend," Mr. Neigh! said. "You are absolutely right! Let's pray now, and talk with our Father. He will show us the way we are to go!"
"Let me talk to Him first, Mr. Neigh!. You are tired."
"Dear Father, I know that You saw Mr. Neigh! when he got scared back there. Now, he doesn't know where he is, and both Mr. Neigh! and I are scared. We really need Your help! You are always so kind to us, help us to trust You, and to listen and do just what You say to us. And, dear Father, please make Mr. Neigh! to be rested and comfortable. He is so very tired! He needs Your strength, too!"
When she stopped, and listened, Mr. Neigh! was breathing like he was asleep! She patted his head with her forepaw, and he made a quiet whinny, like he did when always she patted him when he was asleep in his barn stall, at home. She was satisfied.
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When she put her own head down to sleep, to her Father in Heaven she said, "Father, please give mom and dad good peace tonight. Tell them that You are taking care of me, and Mr. Neigh!, so they won't worry. Thank You!" she went to sleep, too.
The world Little Miss Riding Wolffe lived in was a simple, happy place. There was little to fuss and worry about, because the community hadn't started to fuss and worry, except for a few pioneer worrier and fussers, like Mrs. Weasel! But, as time went on. to our day, more and more folk learned to prefer fussing and worrying! Riding Wolffe remembered something her grandpa told her many times, before he went to heaven. "Honey," he would say in his grandpa-voice-for-granddaughter, "we laugh and I tell you fun stories, and we have lots of joy together, but this one thing is most important of all; always love and trust your Father in Heaven. He is the One Who made you, and all the world around you, both friend and enemy. Because He loves you, he will not ever let more trouble come to you than is best for you to grow up with great trust for His love. If you learn to trust Him in every part of your life, and everywhere you go, you will always be very close to both Him, and to me - because I am by His side always. He is my very best friend, and I really hope you keep Him as your best friend, too."
Whenever he said this to her, grandpa seemed more loveable and cuddly. She knew that her Father in heaven was very warm and cuddly too, and she felt His presence, just like she now felt her grandpa's presence, much like when she used to when she was sitting on his lap. or running around him in the meadow, or curled up by him when he told her funny stories about human children, way in the future. Some of them were named Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel! What great stories her grandpa told about these three little angels, who had a father and grandpa who loved them very, very, very much! She loved to hear the stories about them.
So, dear child, you can imagine what Red Riding Wolffe was dreaming about as she slept by Mr. Neigh! that scary night! Her dreams of grandpa and the Father in Heaven, and her three little friends in grandpa's stories filled her little wolf-pup head all night!
"Chee! Chee!Chee! Sheeee! Chit Chit Chit, Cut-Cut-Cut, Cheree!"
It was Blue Jay! He had found them, and was sitting on Mr. Neigh!'s ear, trying to wake both him and Red Riding wolffe up!. Of course, what they heard was . . . "It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! Wake up!, sleepy heads!"
Actually, since her last visit with Jonny Rabbit in his secret burrow, which he had dug right at the edge of the hedge row by the path that went by the Wolffe's little cabin by the tall tree, he had dug it out further, and now it was under part of the path! He liked to play spy, and would sit and watch traffic go by on the path, from a little hole he had poked through to the surface, by a rock that was buried in the path.
He had not caught Mrs. Weasel using his 'secret' burrow to eve's drop on the Wolffe family, so he was not aware that she was there the night that Mr. Neigh! and his little rider were returning from their eventful Christmas visit with Grandma Wolffe. He had just crawled down into the secret burrow, where Mrs. Weasel had already been for awhile, just in time to be an instigator in the next major event in Red Riding Wolffe's Christmas visit to Grandma's!
At the exact, same moment that Mr. Neigh! was about to step onto the very spot where the hidden spy burrow lay beneath the path almost to Riding Wolffe's home by the tall tree in the green meadow, Rabbit bumped right into Mrs. Weasel, in the pitch-black darkness of the little spy burrow! Both Mrs. Weasel and little Jonny were so surprised that they jumped right through the thin layer of earth that formed the ceiling of the spy burrow! And, Mr. Neigh! was so shocked at their sudden appearance, and the shrieking noise both rodents were making, that he bolted!
Now, if you know how horses react to surprise, you know that Mr. Neigh! began running for dear life! He was terrified! It almost knocked Miss Riding Wolffe off his back, but she clung to his mane with all the strength she had!
Dense clouds hung low in the cold sky, making his fleeing all the more dangerous, and frightening! After what seemed like hours, Mr. Neigh! slowed to a fast run, then to a walk. After a bit, his heart settled down, and he started to think again. He had not run like this for many years, and when he got his thoughts back, he realized how tired he was, and, he also saw he was lost. His fast gallop had taken them miles from home, and they were now in a thick forest. It was very dark.
"Oh! Mr. Neigh! I'm really scared! Where are we?" Little Miss Riding Wolffe had almost lost her sense of Creator's care and protection, and was really, really scared from the enormous fright both she and Mr. Neigh! had run from. She had been so happy to see how close to her little, warm home they were just the moment before the scare How she wished she was there now!
Mr. Neigh! felt very sorry for his little friend. "Honey, I'm not sure. I'm so sorry that I got so scared. I'm afraid that I'm lost, now. I wish I could do something to make you feel better, but I don't know what."
"Oh, Mr. Neigh! You can do something!," cried his little companion. You can pray with me to our Father in Heaven. He knows how lost we feel, and He knows exactly where we are! If we ask Him, He will guide us where he wants us to be, safe, for tonight!"
"Yes! My little friend," Mr. Neigh! said. "You are absolutely right! Let's pray now, and talk with our Father. He will show us the way we are to go!"
"Let me talk to Him first, Mr. Neigh!. You are tired."
"Dear Father, I know that You saw Mr. Neigh! when he got scared back there. Now, he doesn't know where he is, and both Mr. Neigh! and I are scared. We really need Your help! You are always so kind to us, help us to trust You, and to listen and do just what You say to us. And, dear Father, please make Mr. Neigh! to be rested and comfortable. He is so very tired! He needs Your strength, too!"
When she stopped, and listened, Mr. Neigh! was breathing like he was asleep! She patted his head with her forepaw, and he made a quiet whinny, like he did when always she patted him when he was asleep in his barn stall, at home. She was satisfied.
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When she put her own head down to sleep, to her Father in Heaven she said, "Father, please give mom and dad good peace tonight. Tell them that You are taking care of me, and Mr. Neigh!, so they won't worry. Thank You!" she went to sleep, too.
The world Little Miss Riding Wolffe lived in was a simple, happy place. There was little to fuss and worry about, because the community hadn't started to fuss and worry, except for a few pioneer worrier and fussers, like Mrs. Weasel! But, as time went on. to our day, more and more folk learned to prefer fussing and worrying! Riding Wolffe remembered something her grandpa told her many times, before he went to heaven. "Honey," he would say in his grandpa-voice-for-granddaughter, "we laugh and I tell you fun stories, and we have lots of joy together, but this one thing is most important of all; always love and trust your Father in Heaven. He is the One Who made you, and all the world around you, both friend and enemy. Because He loves you, he will not ever let more trouble come to you than is best for you to grow up with great trust for His love. If you learn to trust Him in every part of your life, and everywhere you go, you will always be very close to both Him, and to me - because I am by His side always. He is my very best friend, and I really hope you keep Him as your best friend, too."
Whenever he said this to her, grandpa seemed more loveable and cuddly. She knew that her Father in heaven was very warm and cuddly too, and she felt His presence, just like she now felt her grandpa's presence, much like when she used to when she was sitting on his lap. or running around him in the meadow, or curled up by him when he told her funny stories about human children, way in the future. Some of them were named Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel! What great stories her grandpa told about these three little angels, who had a father and grandpa who loved them very, very, very much! She loved to hear the stories about them.
So, dear child, you can imagine what Red Riding Wolffe was dreaming about as she slept by Mr. Neigh! that scary night! Her dreams of grandpa and the Father in Heaven, and her three little friends in grandpa's stories filled her little wolf-pup head all night!
"Chee! Chee!Chee! Sheeee! Chit Chit Chit, Cut-Cut-Cut, Cheree!"
It was Blue Jay! He had found them, and was sitting on Mr. Neigh!'s ear, trying to wake both him and Red Riding wolffe up!. Of course, what they heard was . . . "It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! Wake up!, sleepy heads!"
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book Second; Blog Post 1
Book the Second
Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends In Seattle
by Grandpa
Not far from the little village by the green, lush meadow, by the tiny stream that runs right into the large river where mom, dad, and fry salmon live, there is a very old settlement. The ancient people called it "Seattle," for a great man who was very kind to his people and really careful to make sure every child obeyed the rules, and he knew all the people's treasured knowledge.
This knowledge he kept was first about the good Creator, and all the messengers and protectors He had. They came to the wild woods where Seattle is, making the large green meadows, and grassy pastures that went right to the edge of the sea waters.
In some places they built natural earth slides that blocked streams, making beautiful lakes. Huge redwood, fir, and cedar trees grew up to make dense woods. Around the edges of the woods, beautiful dogwood, tall alder, and wispy yew trees flourished. Lady slipper, bleeding heart, ragweed, and many kinds of sedum grew in the rocks and meadows.
The meadows were home to deer, moose, elk, and occasional goats. Many black and brown bear families also lived in the lush meadows, and close-by wooded hills, where the streams run into the lakes.
Little Riding Wolffe loved to go outside their little village, into the meadows, to chase swallow tail and monarch butterflies, and chase all the chipmunks and squirrels she could up nearby trees. That's what really got her into trouble with Mrs. Brown Bear! And Mrs. Brown Bear has a verrrryyy long memory!
When the snow had melted after that wild night at Grandma's, with Mr. Neigh! chasing Mrs. Brown Bear into the hornets' nest in the berry patch, they headed back home to their meadow home, Miss Riding Wolffe on Mr. Neigh!'s back. They passed the spot where the tree broke the road OK, and later found the Green Hornet right where it was still stuck in the huge bush. Mr. Neigh shook his head when he saw it. "That's a-wonder we weren't hurt!" he said. "That sure was some scare!"
Aren't you going to get the Green Hornet out?," Miss Riding Wolffe asked.
"Well," he sorta sighed and shook his head and whinnied all at the same time, "it's just too much for me, now. I'll get the young sterling chauffer who is working for the Judge Owl Family. He is much stronger than I am. Maybe we can come for it tomorrow."
[Picture of The Family Circus cartoon; "Can you read me about Little Red and her Riding Hood?"]
"Oh!" exclaimed Miss Wolffe, "can I come too?"
"That's "May I come," my little friend. Ask me, "May I come, too!""
"I'm sorry . . . "May I come, too?!", she asked. "Well, since you make such a good companion, and you put it 'that' way, I guess you may!" Mr. Neigh! had a big horse grin on his face! "But, you'd better know, there won't be any butterfly chasing while I'm in charge! One problem with Mrs. Brown bear is more than enough for me!" He looked around at his little rider.
"I promise," said the little wolf. "See? I have my two paws crossed over my heart!" And she nearly fell off Mr. Neigh!'s back!
Grandma had sent a nice picnic lunch, so when they reached the meadow by the mighty stream, they stopped at a picnic table (Really, it was a large flat rock), and ate berries, apple pie, and a delicious porridge made from Grandma's secret recipe for salal berries and orange-colored huckle berries, Miss Red Riding Wolffe's favorite. With lots of the sweetest honey, too!
Mr. Sails, at the ferry boat landing, was taking a nap when they arrived. His wife had made a big lunch for him, of his favorite camas bulbs, and a bowl of fresh black berries and honey comb! He was sleepy when he finished. But, he quickly got the engine going, then took them back across the fast, deep stream. On the way over, Mr. Neigh!, with Miss Riding Wolffe helping him at every important point, told Mr. Sails the story of their trip to Grandma's after leaving him at the edge of the stream.
"And she really screamed loud when those hornets started stinging her!," said Miss Riding Wolffe, in her most excited voice. "You'd have laughed till you cried too!"
"Well," Mr. Neigh! said, "I hope it all taught her to mind her manners more! We don't need another incident like the last two I've had with her. But, somehow, I don't think it's finished yet!" He didn't know how 'right' he was! Mrs. Brown Bear was 'not' about to be humbled by any old horse! Especially Mr. Neigh! !!
It was dark when they finally got back. Night falls early in the land of Seattle, at Christmas time. Of course, Blue Jay had left Grandma's to fly the message of their getting stuck in the blizzard to Miss Wolffe's mom and dad, so they did not worry when they did not return as expected. He also made a trip each day, just to make sure everyone knew what was going on. What he didn't know, though, was that someone was eve's dropping on his messages to her folks! Someone who wanted to make trouble! Someone besides Mrs. Brown Bear!
You know, I forgot to mention another resident in the meadow village. Really, this is a large family of uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, parents, grandparents, and many children. I'm talking about the large clan of cotton-tail rabbits!
Now, there's just something you 'know' about a rabbit, when you try to look one in both eyes! For one, that's impossible, since their eyes are each on an opposite side of their face! But, aside from that little problem, have you ever seen a rabbit that looked 'honest'? I mean, these creatures are so mischievous that maybe even Creator can't guess what move one of them will make next!
It wasn't really her next-door, rabbit family's little Jonny's fault, for what happened next, well, at least he hadn't 'planned' for it!, but, it WAS his mischief that got the series of events going! It all started last year . . .
Red Riding Wolffe had just returned from an extended visit with her grandma, for Christmas, again, and Blue Jay had faithfully flown back and forth with daily news of the Little Wolf girl for her parents. It had been very, very cold last year, so she had loved to curl up in Grandma's warm, soft, furry tail, to sleep all night.
It was shortly after her return home from last year's Christmas visit when the following incident took place. It explains why Mr. Neigh was about to have yet another major accident, on his 'helpful' journey to take Miss Riding Wolffe to Grandma's for Christmas, and back home, for Christmas this year. The Green Hornet is soon to be forgotten, as this story moves on . . .!
"Hey Mom!" it was Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe calling her mother. She had just learned how to bake her grandmother's favorite lemon-flavored cookies, and she had made a fresh batch. She wanted to take some over next door, to Jonny Rabbit, her best play-friend. "Mom! I'm going over to Jonny's house. I'm taking him some cookies!
"OK!." her mother had said.
You may think it strange that wolf pups played with young rabbits, but long ago they really liked each other. But, events, and a long time to have many events, and to remember them, cause some creatures to have relationship problems. Wolves and rabbits, too. This incident was one of many that eventually led to wolves' animosity toward rabbits - but that's a lonnnggg, loooonnnggg time after Little Red Riding Wolffe's time. For now, Jonny Rabbit was just a little bunny, full of fun and tricks, and a neighbor girl to play them on!
Jonny and Miss Riding Wolffe used a 'secret' pathway, through a hollow log, through a hole in the briar patch, and around a special tree, to go to each other's house. Too small for their folks to follow. Now that they were growing up, it was almost too small for them!
This afternoon, Riding Wolffe chose to just go direct to Jonny's house. Her father had read a chapter from her "Bible Stories for Little Wolves" book that morning, and Miss Riding Wolffe was very happy. So happy that she wasn't really watching out for unexpected surprises. She was singing and whistling her favorite songs, when from behind the tree on the path stepped the meanest-looking mother weasel Red Riding Wolffe had ever seen!
"Alright!," screeched the angry weasel, "Where have you taken my kitten's special fur-ball doll!" Those were made by her grandma last Christmas. I know that you have them, because Blue Jay keeps telling your mom about your running off to your grandma's and that you were keeping warm with a fur ball that you had there! Now, young lady, I know you have my daughter's fur-ball doll - why don't you just give it to me, right now?!!"
Totally surprised, and bewildered, Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe just stood blinking at the angry Mrs. Weasel. "I, I, I, . . . but I, "she tried to think what to say, but Mrs. Weasel butted in.
"You naughty little wolf! What will your mother say when she finds out! Now, little lady, . . . 'The Doll'!!," she yelled at the little girl-wolf.
But, bu . . I, I," stumbled Miss Riding Wolffe's voice . . ."I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUR BALL DOLL!," she finally yelled back. "and, I'm going to tell my MOM!," she said real loud, "about what you just said!"
Well, Mrs. Weasel was surprised now! She was so certain that Miss Red Riding Wolffe had the doll, that she didn't stop to think she'd better make sure first!
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Now, Mrs. Weasel was angrier - and embarrassed at herself! She grabbed Little Riding Wolffe by the paw, and started to pull her toward the front yard of the Rabbit Family's home! But, as you probably know, weasels are much smaller than even wolf children. It sure looked funny - - - angry Mrs. Weasel, so much smaller, but older, trying to make Riding Wolffe go where she didn't want to go!
In fact, it was so funny that they heard someone laughing! Quickly Mrs. Weasel turned loose of Red Riding Wolffe's paw, and turned around to see who was laughing.
There, almost in tears for his laughter, sat Jonny Rabbit, about ready to roll over from his laughing!
"You little trouble maker," shouted Mrs. Weasel, madder than before. "What is so funny that you must sit there laughing?" Seeing her so angry, standing on her hind feet and just barely tall enough even then to reach Riding Wolffe's shoulder, Jonny laughed so hard he did roll over! And over and over!
"What's going on in my back yard?," Mrs. Rabbit's voice right next to Mrs. Weasel, made everyone jump! "You!, Jonny! WHAT have you done now?!! You're in so much mischief, I just don't know what I'm to do with you! Come on now . . . tell your mother!"
Poor Jonny! For once it wasn't something he knew about, because he hadn't heard what Mrs. Weasel said about the fur-ball doll! He only saw the funny scene of Mrs. Weasel trying to move Red Riding Wolffe to the front yard. "But, mom!," he started to explain, but she interrupted; "Now, young Rabbit, YOU TELL ME, RIGHT NOW!!"
Jonny's mother often talked that way to him, and she wouldn't listen to any explaining why it wasn't his fault - even if it REALLY wasn't his fault! So, he learned to tell kinda not-so stories to make her think he was guilty, but not so guilty as she thought, even at times when he truly wasn't guilty - just to get her to stop yelling at him! Not really sure why Mrs. Weasel was angry at Red Riding Wolffe, or why she was in his back yard, and why it was 'wrong' to laugh at the funny sight of a little weasel trying to pull a young wolf, he said, "OK, mom. I was laughing because Miss Riding Wolf was being chased by Mrs. Weasel, because Riding Wolffe has that bag in her mouth, and, well, it's really funny to see a little old momma weasel try to pull a wolf around!" He felt really, really embarrassed when he heard his voice say 'that' about Mrs. Weasel!
That explanation sounded reasonable to little Jonny Rabbit, but not exactly good to either Red Riding Wolffe, or Mrs. Weasel, or his mom! Both Mrs. Weasel and Red Riding Wolffe started to talk at the same time - "Now, that's not what happened. . " Mrs. Weasel glared at Red Riding Wolffe, who stopped, because adults think they know more, and should be allowed to always speak first, even when they REALLY don't know, and let Mrs. Weasel continue her side of the response.
" . . . happened, young man! First, I WAS NOT chasing Miss Riding Wolffe, and she doesn't have something in that bag that I want! But, she DOES have my little Sly Catcher Weasel's fur-ball doll, and she won't tell me where she has it hidden!" (Mrs. Weasel thought that if she pretended to not be embarrassed by the fact that Red Riding Wolffe had plainly proved that she did not have the doll by stating that she would take Mrs. Weasel straight to her mother, to tell her that Mrs. Weasel was demanding she return a doll that she did not have, that it would sound better than if she admitted that she had made a mistake!)
At this, little Jonny Rabbit hung his head, "Mrs. Weasel, I have Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll, but . . ." "
"YOU!!!," shouted Mrs. Weasel. "And, just where did you get it, little rabbit. Did Red Riding Wolffe give it to you? I know that she had it, and played with it at her grandmother's house. I heard Blue Jay say so!"
"YOU DID WHAT?!!!" the voice above them shrieked. It was Blue Jay himself! "Now, Mrs. Weasel, you tell me what you heard me tell you!"
"Uh, um, I, um." Mrs. Weasel was very embarrassed now! "Well, I'm waiting," Blue Jay said.
"Well, I was in the hollow log, behind the Wolffe's house, and I heard you tell Riding Wolffe's mother that she was OK, because she could stay warm at her grandma's, curled up with her furry doll on the cold nights. My daughter's fur-ball doll HER grandma made for her is missing. And now, I KNOW where it is!"
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha WhooWee, HeHeHe!" Now it was Blue Jay's turn to laugh! Then, Miss Riding Wolf began to laugh, too! "HeeHee, YipYip Yippeee!" Pretty soon, Blue Jay, Red Riding Wolffe, and Little Jonny Rabbit were holding onto each other, trying to not fall down! ('Course, that's even funnier to watch, since a laughing Blue Jay, holding on to a Laughing Wolf, who is holding on to a laughing little rabbit - well, you get the picture!) Then, Mrs, Rabbit joined the fun!
But, Mrs. Weasel just glared more angrily at them than before!
"I'll be," she fumed. "The four of you going on like this! And, it is VERY serious business! Now, where is my daughter's fur-ball doll?!!" At this, the laughter stated over!
Suddenly, Mrs. Rabbit stopped. "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Weasel. Of course you want the fur-ball doll," and she started to giggle again! "Humfp, huhuhaha, er, what I mean is, hahaha, we need to take this seriously, ohohoho hahaha Uh, I mean, let's just ask Blue Jay what it was that he really saw at Red Riding Wolffe's grandma's house, or heard."
"Mr. Blue Jay. What . . ." she started, but he was still laughing so hard tears were falling. "Mr. Jay!" she said firmly and loudly. "Just what did you mean, "curled up with her fur ball"? Did she have Mrs. Weasel's, er, I mean Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll?" She almost started laughing again.
"HeeHee - HahHa! Blue Jay could barely stop laughing. "Wait a moment," he said.
In a few seconds, he said, "Not at all! Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe likes to cuddle up, on cold nights at Grandma's, balled up in her furry, soft tail! She calls her grandma's tail her "Furry Doll"! I'm sure Little Riding Wolffe does NOT have your daughter's fur-ball doll, Mrs. Weasel, And, she never had it!," he added. He was almost still laughing, and very angry, at the same time!
"Well!," exclaimed Mrs. Weasel. Just where IS the fur-ball doll, then?
Jonny Rabbit hung his head, again. "Jonny?." his mother said sternly, What do you know that you haven't told us yet, young Rabbit?"
"I, I, well, you see, Sly Catcher was over, and we were playing in the underground burrow I made, pretending we were a family. We used her fur doll for the baby. I don't know if she took it home. I can go look?"
"Now, young Rabbit, why didn't you say that before?" Demanded Mrs. Weasel. "I'd have been home with it by now, if you had just said the truth!"
"Wait a minute!." Mrs. Rabbit was really angry now! "There's been enough misunderstanding from your wild accusation. YOU! Just keep your mouth shut, else NOBODY will be looking for your doll! I'll send you off my property if you say one more mean thing!"
The surprise on Mrs. Weasel's face looked so funny that Jonny almost started to laugh again!. he stopped just in time.
"Now, son, you go see if that fur-ball doll is still in the burrow," his mother commanded. "Bring it right here, if it is!" Jonny was so happy to escape from his accuser! He ran to the burrow, and brought it back, handing it to Mrs. Weasel.
"You!," Mrs. Weasel said with a nasty sound. You had my little daughter's fur-ball doll all this time and didn't give it back! I should make your life miserable for this!"
"Well," Blue jay spoke, with a firm voice, "You're doing such a good job of doing just that, that I might think you get paid for doing it!"
With that, Mr. Blue Jay flew off. He didn't need to listen to any more of the false accusations.
Well, it had been over a year since Red Riding Wolffe could fit into Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, so she was not able to warn Mr. Neigh! about where NOT to walk, as she rode on his back home from Grandma's!. What little Red Riding Wolffe did not know about Little Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, was about to turn her safe trip back home into a living nightmare! Shall we continue!?
Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends In Seattle
by Grandpa
Not far from the little village by the green, lush meadow, by the tiny stream that runs right into the large river where mom, dad, and fry salmon live, there is a very old settlement. The ancient people called it "Seattle," for a great man who was very kind to his people and really careful to make sure every child obeyed the rules, and he knew all the people's treasured knowledge.
This knowledge he kept was first about the good Creator, and all the messengers and protectors He had. They came to the wild woods where Seattle is, making the large green meadows, and grassy pastures that went right to the edge of the sea waters.
In some places they built natural earth slides that blocked streams, making beautiful lakes. Huge redwood, fir, and cedar trees grew up to make dense woods. Around the edges of the woods, beautiful dogwood, tall alder, and wispy yew trees flourished. Lady slipper, bleeding heart, ragweed, and many kinds of sedum grew in the rocks and meadows.
The meadows were home to deer, moose, elk, and occasional goats. Many black and brown bear families also lived in the lush meadows, and close-by wooded hills, where the streams run into the lakes.
Little Riding Wolffe loved to go outside their little village, into the meadows, to chase swallow tail and monarch butterflies, and chase all the chipmunks and squirrels she could up nearby trees. That's what really got her into trouble with Mrs. Brown Bear! And Mrs. Brown Bear has a verrrryyy long memory!
When the snow had melted after that wild night at Grandma's, with Mr. Neigh! chasing Mrs. Brown Bear into the hornets' nest in the berry patch, they headed back home to their meadow home, Miss Riding Wolffe on Mr. Neigh!'s back. They passed the spot where the tree broke the road OK, and later found the Green Hornet right where it was still stuck in the huge bush. Mr. Neigh shook his head when he saw it. "That's a-wonder we weren't hurt!" he said. "That sure was some scare!"
Aren't you going to get the Green Hornet out?," Miss Riding Wolffe asked.
"Well," he sorta sighed and shook his head and whinnied all at the same time, "it's just too much for me, now. I'll get the young sterling chauffer who is working for the Judge Owl Family. He is much stronger than I am. Maybe we can come for it tomorrow."
[Picture of The Family Circus cartoon; "Can you read me about Little Red and her Riding Hood?"]
"Oh!" exclaimed Miss Wolffe, "can I come too?"
"That's "May I come," my little friend. Ask me, "May I come, too!""
"I'm sorry . . . "May I come, too?!", she asked. "Well, since you make such a good companion, and you put it 'that' way, I guess you may!" Mr. Neigh! had a big horse grin on his face! "But, you'd better know, there won't be any butterfly chasing while I'm in charge! One problem with Mrs. Brown bear is more than enough for me!" He looked around at his little rider.
"I promise," said the little wolf. "See? I have my two paws crossed over my heart!" And she nearly fell off Mr. Neigh!'s back!
Grandma had sent a nice picnic lunch, so when they reached the meadow by the mighty stream, they stopped at a picnic table (Really, it was a large flat rock), and ate berries, apple pie, and a delicious porridge made from Grandma's secret recipe for salal berries and orange-colored huckle berries, Miss Red Riding Wolffe's favorite. With lots of the sweetest honey, too!
Mr. Sails, at the ferry boat landing, was taking a nap when they arrived. His wife had made a big lunch for him, of his favorite camas bulbs, and a bowl of fresh black berries and honey comb! He was sleepy when he finished. But, he quickly got the engine going, then took them back across the fast, deep stream. On the way over, Mr. Neigh!, with Miss Riding Wolffe helping him at every important point, told Mr. Sails the story of their trip to Grandma's after leaving him at the edge of the stream.
"And she really screamed loud when those hornets started stinging her!," said Miss Riding Wolffe, in her most excited voice. "You'd have laughed till you cried too!"
"Well," Mr. Neigh! said, "I hope it all taught her to mind her manners more! We don't need another incident like the last two I've had with her. But, somehow, I don't think it's finished yet!" He didn't know how 'right' he was! Mrs. Brown Bear was 'not' about to be humbled by any old horse! Especially Mr. Neigh! !!
It was dark when they finally got back. Night falls early in the land of Seattle, at Christmas time. Of course, Blue Jay had left Grandma's to fly the message of their getting stuck in the blizzard to Miss Wolffe's mom and dad, so they did not worry when they did not return as expected. He also made a trip each day, just to make sure everyone knew what was going on. What he didn't know, though, was that someone was eve's dropping on his messages to her folks! Someone who wanted to make trouble! Someone besides Mrs. Brown Bear!
You know, I forgot to mention another resident in the meadow village. Really, this is a large family of uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, parents, grandparents, and many children. I'm talking about the large clan of cotton-tail rabbits!
Now, there's just something you 'know' about a rabbit, when you try to look one in both eyes! For one, that's impossible, since their eyes are each on an opposite side of their face! But, aside from that little problem, have you ever seen a rabbit that looked 'honest'? I mean, these creatures are so mischievous that maybe even Creator can't guess what move one of them will make next!
It wasn't really her next-door, rabbit family's little Jonny's fault, for what happened next, well, at least he hadn't 'planned' for it!, but, it WAS his mischief that got the series of events going! It all started last year . . .
Red Riding Wolffe had just returned from an extended visit with her grandma, for Christmas, again, and Blue Jay had faithfully flown back and forth with daily news of the Little Wolf girl for her parents. It had been very, very cold last year, so she had loved to curl up in Grandma's warm, soft, furry tail, to sleep all night.
It was shortly after her return home from last year's Christmas visit when the following incident took place. It explains why Mr. Neigh was about to have yet another major accident, on his 'helpful' journey to take Miss Riding Wolffe to Grandma's for Christmas, and back home, for Christmas this year. The Green Hornet is soon to be forgotten, as this story moves on . . .!
"Hey Mom!" it was Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe calling her mother. She had just learned how to bake her grandmother's favorite lemon-flavored cookies, and she had made a fresh batch. She wanted to take some over next door, to Jonny Rabbit, her best play-friend. "Mom! I'm going over to Jonny's house. I'm taking him some cookies!
"OK!." her mother had said.
You may think it strange that wolf pups played with young rabbits, but long ago they really liked each other. But, events, and a long time to have many events, and to remember them, cause some creatures to have relationship problems. Wolves and rabbits, too. This incident was one of many that eventually led to wolves' animosity toward rabbits - but that's a lonnnggg, loooonnnggg time after Little Red Riding Wolffe's time. For now, Jonny Rabbit was just a little bunny, full of fun and tricks, and a neighbor girl to play them on!
Jonny and Miss Riding Wolffe used a 'secret' pathway, through a hollow log, through a hole in the briar patch, and around a special tree, to go to each other's house. Too small for their folks to follow. Now that they were growing up, it was almost too small for them!
This afternoon, Riding Wolffe chose to just go direct to Jonny's house. Her father had read a chapter from her "Bible Stories for Little Wolves" book that morning, and Miss Riding Wolffe was very happy. So happy that she wasn't really watching out for unexpected surprises. She was singing and whistling her favorite songs, when from behind the tree on the path stepped the meanest-looking mother weasel Red Riding Wolffe had ever seen!
"Alright!," screeched the angry weasel, "Where have you taken my kitten's special fur-ball doll!" Those were made by her grandma last Christmas. I know that you have them, because Blue Jay keeps telling your mom about your running off to your grandma's and that you were keeping warm with a fur ball that you had there! Now, young lady, I know you have my daughter's fur-ball doll - why don't you just give it to me, right now?!!"
Totally surprised, and bewildered, Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe just stood blinking at the angry Mrs. Weasel. "I, I, I, . . . but I, "she tried to think what to say, but Mrs. Weasel butted in.
"You naughty little wolf! What will your mother say when she finds out! Now, little lady, . . . 'The Doll'!!," she yelled at the little girl-wolf.
But, bu . . I, I," stumbled Miss Riding Wolffe's voice . . ."I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUR BALL DOLL!," she finally yelled back. "and, I'm going to tell my MOM!," she said real loud, "about what you just said!"
Well, Mrs. Weasel was surprised now! She was so certain that Miss Red Riding Wolffe had the doll, that she didn't stop to think she'd better make sure first!
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Now, Mrs. Weasel was angrier - and embarrassed at herself! She grabbed Little Riding Wolffe by the paw, and started to pull her toward the front yard of the Rabbit Family's home! But, as you probably know, weasels are much smaller than even wolf children. It sure looked funny - - - angry Mrs. Weasel, so much smaller, but older, trying to make Riding Wolffe go where she didn't want to go!
In fact, it was so funny that they heard someone laughing! Quickly Mrs. Weasel turned loose of Red Riding Wolffe's paw, and turned around to see who was laughing.
There, almost in tears for his laughter, sat Jonny Rabbit, about ready to roll over from his laughing!
"You little trouble maker," shouted Mrs. Weasel, madder than before. "What is so funny that you must sit there laughing?" Seeing her so angry, standing on her hind feet and just barely tall enough even then to reach Riding Wolffe's shoulder, Jonny laughed so hard he did roll over! And over and over!
"What's going on in my back yard?," Mrs. Rabbit's voice right next to Mrs. Weasel, made everyone jump! "You!, Jonny! WHAT have you done now?!! You're in so much mischief, I just don't know what I'm to do with you! Come on now . . . tell your mother!"
Poor Jonny! For once it wasn't something he knew about, because he hadn't heard what Mrs. Weasel said about the fur-ball doll! He only saw the funny scene of Mrs. Weasel trying to move Red Riding Wolffe to the front yard. "But, mom!," he started to explain, but she interrupted; "Now, young Rabbit, YOU TELL ME, RIGHT NOW!!"
Jonny's mother often talked that way to him, and she wouldn't listen to any explaining why it wasn't his fault - even if it REALLY wasn't his fault! So, he learned to tell kinda not-so stories to make her think he was guilty, but not so guilty as she thought, even at times when he truly wasn't guilty - just to get her to stop yelling at him! Not really sure why Mrs. Weasel was angry at Red Riding Wolffe, or why she was in his back yard, and why it was 'wrong' to laugh at the funny sight of a little weasel trying to pull a young wolf, he said, "OK, mom. I was laughing because Miss Riding Wolf was being chased by Mrs. Weasel, because Riding Wolffe has that bag in her mouth, and, well, it's really funny to see a little old momma weasel try to pull a wolf around!" He felt really, really embarrassed when he heard his voice say 'that' about Mrs. Weasel!
That explanation sounded reasonable to little Jonny Rabbit, but not exactly good to either Red Riding Wolffe, or Mrs. Weasel, or his mom! Both Mrs. Weasel and Red Riding Wolffe started to talk at the same time - "Now, that's not what happened. . " Mrs. Weasel glared at Red Riding Wolffe, who stopped, because adults think they know more, and should be allowed to always speak first, even when they REALLY don't know, and let Mrs. Weasel continue her side of the response.
" . . . happened, young man! First, I WAS NOT chasing Miss Riding Wolffe, and she doesn't have something in that bag that I want! But, she DOES have my little Sly Catcher Weasel's fur-ball doll, and she won't tell me where she has it hidden!" (Mrs. Weasel thought that if she pretended to not be embarrassed by the fact that Red Riding Wolffe had plainly proved that she did not have the doll by stating that she would take Mrs. Weasel straight to her mother, to tell her that Mrs. Weasel was demanding she return a doll that she did not have, that it would sound better than if she admitted that she had made a mistake!)
At this, little Jonny Rabbit hung his head, "Mrs. Weasel, I have Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll, but . . ." "
"YOU!!!," shouted Mrs. Weasel. "And, just where did you get it, little rabbit. Did Red Riding Wolffe give it to you? I know that she had it, and played with it at her grandmother's house. I heard Blue Jay say so!"
"YOU DID WHAT?!!!" the voice above them shrieked. It was Blue Jay himself! "Now, Mrs. Weasel, you tell me what you heard me tell you!"
"Uh, um, I, um." Mrs. Weasel was very embarrassed now! "Well, I'm waiting," Blue Jay said.
"Well, I was in the hollow log, behind the Wolffe's house, and I heard you tell Riding Wolffe's mother that she was OK, because she could stay warm at her grandma's, curled up with her furry doll on the cold nights. My daughter's fur-ball doll HER grandma made for her is missing. And now, I KNOW where it is!"
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha WhooWee, HeHeHe!" Now it was Blue Jay's turn to laugh! Then, Miss Riding Wolf began to laugh, too! "HeeHee, YipYip Yippeee!" Pretty soon, Blue Jay, Red Riding Wolffe, and Little Jonny Rabbit were holding onto each other, trying to not fall down! ('Course, that's even funnier to watch, since a laughing Blue Jay, holding on to a Laughing Wolf, who is holding on to a laughing little rabbit - well, you get the picture!) Then, Mrs, Rabbit joined the fun!
But, Mrs. Weasel just glared more angrily at them than before!
"I'll be," she fumed. "The four of you going on like this! And, it is VERY serious business! Now, where is my daughter's fur-ball doll?!!" At this, the laughter stated over!
Suddenly, Mrs. Rabbit stopped. "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Weasel. Of course you want the fur-ball doll," and she started to giggle again! "Humfp, huhuhaha, er, what I mean is, hahaha, we need to take this seriously, ohohoho hahaha Uh, I mean, let's just ask Blue Jay what it was that he really saw at Red Riding Wolffe's grandma's house, or heard."
"Mr. Blue Jay. What . . ." she started, but he was still laughing so hard tears were falling. "Mr. Jay!" she said firmly and loudly. "Just what did you mean, "curled up with her fur ball"? Did she have Mrs. Weasel's, er, I mean Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll?" She almost started laughing again.
"HeeHee - HahHa! Blue Jay could barely stop laughing. "Wait a moment," he said.
In a few seconds, he said, "Not at all! Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe likes to cuddle up, on cold nights at Grandma's, balled up in her furry, soft tail! She calls her grandma's tail her "Furry Doll"! I'm sure Little Riding Wolffe does NOT have your daughter's fur-ball doll, Mrs. Weasel, And, she never had it!," he added. He was almost still laughing, and very angry, at the same time!
"Well!," exclaimed Mrs. Weasel. Just where IS the fur-ball doll, then?
Jonny Rabbit hung his head, again. "Jonny?." his mother said sternly, What do you know that you haven't told us yet, young Rabbit?"
"I, I, well, you see, Sly Catcher was over, and we were playing in the underground burrow I made, pretending we were a family. We used her fur doll for the baby. I don't know if she took it home. I can go look?"
"Now, young Rabbit, why didn't you say that before?" Demanded Mrs. Weasel. "I'd have been home with it by now, if you had just said the truth!"
"Wait a minute!." Mrs. Rabbit was really angry now! "There's been enough misunderstanding from your wild accusation. YOU! Just keep your mouth shut, else NOBODY will be looking for your doll! I'll send you off my property if you say one more mean thing!"
The surprise on Mrs. Weasel's face looked so funny that Jonny almost started to laugh again!. he stopped just in time.
"Now, son, you go see if that fur-ball doll is still in the burrow," his mother commanded. "Bring it right here, if it is!" Jonny was so happy to escape from his accuser! He ran to the burrow, and brought it back, handing it to Mrs. Weasel.
"You!," Mrs. Weasel said with a nasty sound. You had my little daughter's fur-ball doll all this time and didn't give it back! I should make your life miserable for this!"
"Well," Blue jay spoke, with a firm voice, "You're doing such a good job of doing just that, that I might think you get paid for doing it!"
With that, Mr. Blue Jay flew off. He didn't need to listen to any more of the false accusations.
Well, it had been over a year since Red Riding Wolffe could fit into Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, so she was not able to warn Mr. Neigh! about where NOT to walk, as she rode on his back home from Grandma's!. What little Red Riding Wolffe did not know about Little Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, was about to turn her safe trip back home into a living nightmare! Shall we continue!?
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; Blog Post 6
But, before he could even get up, the little door almost flew off its hinges! There, bigger than the doorway, stood the biggest, THE BIGGEST . . .
Uh, uhm . . . what was it?! It was too big to see all of it!
Grandma's mouth fell open, and she had to push it shut with one paw. She had just started to say, "This apple pie is what I used to make for Grandpa, because it's his, or was, his very most favorite," but all she got out was "This appl . . ." and the door burst open!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh!'s kick on Mrs. Brown Bear's nose]
And, that's when Miss Riding Wolffe remembered something very important that she had promised to tell her momma, Mr. Neigh!, and Grandma, but she had forgotten it. And, I must tell you about that before I tell you what the crash at Grandma's door was all about!
You see, one of the things Miss Riding Wolffe loves to do is chase butterflies. If you ever ran after one, you know how much fun it is! And, Miss Riding Wolffe chased them for hours, sometimes.
[Picture of Mrs. Brown Bear at Grandma's house]
On one day, in fact, just yesterday, she had chased a very beautiful blue one, with bright red designs and golden edges around the wings, right into a mother bear's Winter home! Of course, down in the lower valley, Winter weather is warm, so butterflies still fly when bears sleep in the higher mountains. So it was, while chasing the beautiful butterfly, that it flew rather high up a particular mountain side, and right over Mrs. Brown Bear's cozy Winter house!
[ Picture of the butterfly with red designs in wings, and gold edges]
Red Riding Wolfe ran smack into the leaf-covered den, waking Mrs. Brown Bear from a very good dream, and a long Winter's sleep!
The bear, which has long, dark brown fur, very long, sharp claws, a funny, stubby tail, very sharp, long teeth, and beady black eyes that are very shiny, jumped up and ROARED at Miss Riding Wolffe; "What are you DOING In MY HOUSE?!" I was in the midst of a great dream about eating the best berries, and having the best salmon lunch I've ever had! Now, you spoiled my dream! I'm going to have to tell your mother, young lady!"
As the angry, huge Mrs. Brown Bear said this in a most angry voice, Red Riding Wolffe thought to herself, "Well, I'm glad I interrupted "That" dream! Just to think, this old bear eats my salmon friends! Out loud, she said, "But, I was just having fun!
"You woke me up!" shouted the huge Mrs. Brown Bear. "Now, go tell your momma, grandma, and Mr. Neigh! that you bothered me! Maybe your family can teach you some manners! Now! GO! HOME!"
Well, she went home alright, but momma was outside, gathering food for supper, and new, soft fur for their Winter beds, and Little Red Riding Wolffe forgot to tell her about the accident with Mrs. Brown Bear. Now, it looked like she was in BIG TROUBLE, because right there at Grandma's door stood Mrs. Brown Bear! And, was she angry!
[Picture of Grandma telling Mrs. Brown Bear
"I want to speak to Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe, NOW!" demanded the angry, huge bear, in her most demanding, booming voice. I told her to speak to her mother about waking me from my Winter's nap, and she didn't!
Little Riding Wolffe sat very quiet and still, scared witless by the terrible, loud bear.
In her haste, Mrs. Brown Bear missed seeing Mr. Neigh!, who she feared especially after she got angry at him one year for just speaking with her cubs, and he chased her clean off the meadow, when she tried to bite him! He had turned around, and had put both hind hooves firmly into her side, knocking her for a loop, and the wind out of her lungs!
But, Grandma knew what the problem was, because, when Blue Jay came to tell her of company coming, he also told her about Riding Wolffe's troubles with Mrs. Brown Bear! He'd seen the whole thing, yesterday, because he was trying to catch a nap up on a limb just above Mrs. Brown Bear's house, when Riding Wolffe's laughter chasing the butterfly had wakened him.
Now, Grandma said, "Mrs. Brown Bear (Grandmas can be very LOUD and clear when they need to be!), I happen to have a better story than you, or my granddaughter, have to tell! And YOU! (She was VERY LOUD now!), YOU have one big apology to make to my little child, right here!"
Well, if there's one thing Mrs. Brown Bear hates most, it's saying "I'm sorry," especially to a little child, so Mrs. Brown Bear didn't wait to hear Grandma's side, from Blue Jay's eye-witness account! Instead, she just got angrier! She still hadn't seen Mr. Neigh!, so when he backed up to the door, and planted both his hind hooves, with all his might, right onto her nose, she fell over!
Shaking her huge, brown furry head to clear the surprise, she saw Mr. Neigh!, and ran for dear life! He was right behind her, tired as he was! Like the first time he had chased her, she lost sight of where she was headed, trying to watch behind her for any of his quick kicks, and all of a sudden, Grandma and Miss Riding Wolffe heard her screams of terror and pain! She had run smack into a thick berry patch, with a nest of now very angry hornets, whose house Mrs. Brown Bear had completely demolished!
Of course, they were all over her! For some strange reason, she seemed to not appreciate their clinging and stinging her! As she ran back through the forest toward her Winter house, she could be heard yelling, "OWWWW! AWWWW! . . . OWWWeeee! . . . . OUUCCHHH!!, as each hornet stung her.
Well, sweet children, we have laughed, and sang, and cried a little, with dear Miss Red Riding Wolffe, and even maybe we've been a bit scared. I hope you've had fun . . . at least the same as I have had sharing this great little story about Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe!
I love each of you - Yes!, each precious one.
Daddy, and Grandpa
[Picture of Mrs. Brown Bear at Grandma's house, by the ancient, tall tree]
THE END
[Portrait of Miss Red Riding Wolffe with Cinthia Joy, Melissa Joy, And Eriel, Mr. Neigh!, and Grandma]
Uh, uhm . . . what was it?! It was too big to see all of it!
Grandma's mouth fell open, and she had to push it shut with one paw. She had just started to say, "This apple pie is what I used to make for Grandpa, because it's his, or was, his very most favorite," but all she got out was "This appl . . ." and the door burst open!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh!'s kick on Mrs. Brown Bear's nose]
And, that's when Miss Riding Wolffe remembered something very important that she had promised to tell her momma, Mr. Neigh!, and Grandma, but she had forgotten it. And, I must tell you about that before I tell you what the crash at Grandma's door was all about!
You see, one of the things Miss Riding Wolffe loves to do is chase butterflies. If you ever ran after one, you know how much fun it is! And, Miss Riding Wolffe chased them for hours, sometimes.
[Picture of Mrs. Brown Bear at Grandma's house]
On one day, in fact, just yesterday, she had chased a very beautiful blue one, with bright red designs and golden edges around the wings, right into a mother bear's Winter home! Of course, down in the lower valley, Winter weather is warm, so butterflies still fly when bears sleep in the higher mountains. So it was, while chasing the beautiful butterfly, that it flew rather high up a particular mountain side, and right over Mrs. Brown Bear's cozy Winter house!
[ Picture of the butterfly with red designs in wings, and gold edges]
Red Riding Wolfe ran smack into the leaf-covered den, waking Mrs. Brown Bear from a very good dream, and a long Winter's sleep!
The bear, which has long, dark brown fur, very long, sharp claws, a funny, stubby tail, very sharp, long teeth, and beady black eyes that are very shiny, jumped up and ROARED at Miss Riding Wolffe; "What are you DOING In MY HOUSE?!" I was in the midst of a great dream about eating the best berries, and having the best salmon lunch I've ever had! Now, you spoiled my dream! I'm going to have to tell your mother, young lady!"
As the angry, huge Mrs. Brown Bear said this in a most angry voice, Red Riding Wolffe thought to herself, "Well, I'm glad I interrupted "That" dream! Just to think, this old bear eats my salmon friends! Out loud, she said, "But, I was just having fun!
"You woke me up!" shouted the huge Mrs. Brown Bear. "Now, go tell your momma, grandma, and Mr. Neigh! that you bothered me! Maybe your family can teach you some manners! Now! GO! HOME!"
Well, she went home alright, but momma was outside, gathering food for supper, and new, soft fur for their Winter beds, and Little Red Riding Wolffe forgot to tell her about the accident with Mrs. Brown Bear. Now, it looked like she was in BIG TROUBLE, because right there at Grandma's door stood Mrs. Brown Bear! And, was she angry!
[Picture of Grandma telling Mrs. Brown Bear
"I want to speak to Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe, NOW!" demanded the angry, huge bear, in her most demanding, booming voice. I told her to speak to her mother about waking me from my Winter's nap, and she didn't!
Little Riding Wolffe sat very quiet and still, scared witless by the terrible, loud bear.
In her haste, Mrs. Brown Bear missed seeing Mr. Neigh!, who she feared especially after she got angry at him one year for just speaking with her cubs, and he chased her clean off the meadow, when she tried to bite him! He had turned around, and had put both hind hooves firmly into her side, knocking her for a loop, and the wind out of her lungs!
But, Grandma knew what the problem was, because, when Blue Jay came to tell her of company coming, he also told her about Riding Wolffe's troubles with Mrs. Brown Bear! He'd seen the whole thing, yesterday, because he was trying to catch a nap up on a limb just above Mrs. Brown Bear's house, when Riding Wolffe's laughter chasing the butterfly had wakened him.
Now, Grandma said, "Mrs. Brown Bear (Grandmas can be very LOUD and clear when they need to be!), I happen to have a better story than you, or my granddaughter, have to tell! And YOU! (She was VERY LOUD now!), YOU have one big apology to make to my little child, right here!"
Well, if there's one thing Mrs. Brown Bear hates most, it's saying "I'm sorry," especially to a little child, so Mrs. Brown Bear didn't wait to hear Grandma's side, from Blue Jay's eye-witness account! Instead, she just got angrier! She still hadn't seen Mr. Neigh!, so when he backed up to the door, and planted both his hind hooves, with all his might, right onto her nose, she fell over!
Shaking her huge, brown furry head to clear the surprise, she saw Mr. Neigh!, and ran for dear life! He was right behind her, tired as he was! Like the first time he had chased her, she lost sight of where she was headed, trying to watch behind her for any of his quick kicks, and all of a sudden, Grandma and Miss Riding Wolffe heard her screams of terror and pain! She had run smack into a thick berry patch, with a nest of now very angry hornets, whose house Mrs. Brown Bear had completely demolished!
Of course, they were all over her! For some strange reason, she seemed to not appreciate their clinging and stinging her! As she ran back through the forest toward her Winter house, she could be heard yelling, "OWWWW! AWWWW! . . . OWWWeeee! . . . . OUUCCHHH!!, as each hornet stung her.
Well, sweet children, we have laughed, and sang, and cried a little, with dear Miss Red Riding Wolffe, and even maybe we've been a bit scared. I hope you've had fun . . . at least the same as I have had sharing this great little story about Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe!
I love each of you - Yes!, each precious one.
Daddy, and Grandpa
[Picture of Mrs. Brown Bear at Grandma's house, by the ancient, tall tree]
THE END
[Portrait of Miss Red Riding Wolffe with Cinthia Joy, Melissa Joy, And Eriel, Mr. Neigh!, and Grandma]
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; Blog Post 5
CRASH! Right in front of them a huge tree hit the road with the loudest noise either of them ever heard, and such a swirl of blinding, white snow! Of course, Mr. Neigh! stopped immediately, He had stopped so fast that he almost fell over!and the thought struck him, "Wow! I'm glad we weren't in the Green Hornet for that! We'd have been helpless to stop in time!
When the swirling snow cleared just enough to see the road ahead, he saw the road was blocked! The enormous tree completely blocked their way! Up above where the tree had stood all its many years, the bank was very steep; below the tree, where its trunk led down the mountain side, it was much too steep to walk!
Know what? Almost before she knew she wasn't Miss Riding Wolffe wasn't afraid anymore! (But she sure was when the tree fell!) She whispered, "Father (She liked to talk with Creator like a father, for He was a real father, anyway), we've got a problem! A little tree fell across the road, and do you suppose that you could help us?"
Now, I don't know about you, but it's awfully hard for us fathers of sweet little girls, who love their children, to not say, "OK, my little one, I'll do what you need!" (I know, 'cause I have a precious little daughter!) Well, I think that Creator must also feel that way. Not a day passed for Red Riding Wolffe but that she had something to ask Creator for His help with.
No sooner did she finish the request than the huge, broken tree began to move! And, so did the road! In a moment, nearly before they could realize what was going on right before their eyes, there was no road left! Quickly, Mr. Neigh! backed up, and just in time! Where he had stood almost touching the huge tree trunk with his nose, there was no road left! It had simply disappeared down in the steep canyon below.
[Picture of the broken road, with just a narrow pathway left]
Old Mr. Neigh just stood there, frozen in his footprints, snow piling up around him. "Oh! Look!," exclaimed his little rider, "There's a little path over by the bank!"
Sure enough, the inner edge of the road still clung to the mountain, but it was barely wide enough for Mr. Neigh! to walk. If he was very, very careful, and the broken road held up, Mr. Neigh! could cross over to the other side of the broken road.
He said, "We've got to be very cautious, my little friend. One slip, and we will join the rest of the road, and the tree, way down there!"
[Picture of the road, a view past the overhanging ledge, and across the broken place, on the Right half of this page. Text on the inside half]
"Oh! I know we'll make it! Creator cleared the tree for us - I asked Him to! And, He stopped the boat for the Salmon Family, and He sent Blue Jay. I know we'll be OK," his little friend said with a very confident voice.
"Then, let's go!" He was off with a very careful step, and another, another, and more slow, careful steps. But, just before they reached the whole road again, another section of road fell away down the mountain! Had he stepped on it, they would have plunged down with it! The narrow ledge was even longer now!
Riding Wolffe was too scared to look down the steep mountain side below, but she dared peek anyway. "EEEE!" she squeaked. She sucked her breath in fast. The distance down the almost straight down mountain side was much farther than she expected!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh! with Riding Wolffe on his back, going over the narrow path, covering the bottom of two facing pages]
In fact, it was so far that she couldn't see the bottom! "Don't look! Just hold tight to my mane, and sit still! If you shake me, we just might fall!" By now, they were almost to the other side. "One more step, little friend . . . We're across!" said Mr. Neigh! "We made it to safety!"
"Oh, look!" cried Riding Wolffe, "the snow's awfully deep!" Sure enough, it was. "I must work very hard to get us to Grandma's, now," said Mr. Neigh!. We still have a long way ahead."
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"Can I help?," his little friend asked. "Will you be OK?" "Just be calm, little one. If you can sing, that will help me to work harder, and to feel better, 'cause I know Creator has come to help."
"OK, I'll sing!" (She always loves to sing, and she especially loves to when her friends join in singing! Actually, she just whispered to me, as I write this, "Do you want to ask Cindy, Melissa, and Eriel to sing this with me? I think we all can be comforted together to sing this song!) I told her I would write her request into this story, so now here she is singing . . .
[Oh! I just remembered. Miss Riding Wolffe lived in a time before the name for Creator in His Human form, "Y'shuah, was changed to a name some pagans liked better, which is "Jesus." The pagans liked it better, because it was made up of two names for their highest pagan idols, Ieputer, and Sus, also called Jupiter and Zeus, today. Miss Wolffe uses "Y'shuah, so we will too! In fact, it fits perfectly with the other words . . .]
"Y'shuah loves me!, This I know, because the Living Word tells me so. Little ones to Him belong(Grandpas and grandpas too!), this I know, because He gave me this song!"
"Ohhh! Black and Yellow, Red and White, all the little children are loved in His sight!; And they are safe in His might!"
[Picture of Miss Riding Wolffe, Cinthia Joy, Melissa Joy, Eriel, Mr. Neigh!, Grandma wolffe, and Blue Jay, singing at Christmas in Grandma's little tree-cabin]
"Oh! What fun it is to sing with my friends!, exclaimed Miss Red Riding Wolffe. "Can we do it again?"
"Of course! Maybe, if you ask them, they know a new song to teach you, my little friend," Mr. Neigh! said. His spirits, and strength, had perked up with all the cheery singing. "Why don't you ask them?," he said.
Well, it wasn't very long at all till Mr. Neigh stopped right next to Grandma's door! He gave a very loud snort (To let Grandma know they had arrived, and extra loud, because she couldn't hear so well), and Grandma opened the door!
"Oh my! Just look at all the snow!, she cried. "I've been very busy making a warm supper for the two of you."
"When Blue stopped by hours ago, it was just starting to snow, so I carried extra firewood in for the fire, and began to fix supper.
[Picture of Grandma and her guests sitting at the table for their Christmas supper]
"You have come at just the right time! I just finished supper!"
So, with Mr. Neigh! right by her at the little, old-fashioned table, and Grandma right next to her on her other side, Little Riding Wolffe was cozy warm - and full of Grandma's wonderful-good food!
"Oh Joy!" she said, her eyes twinkling. But, no sooner did she say "Oh joy!" , than there was a very loud Crash, right outside Grandma's front door!
[Picture of the huge bear crashing the door]
"What's next!," exclaimed Mr. Neigh! What he wanted now more than anything else was a warm, comfy bed of hay, and a looonnnggg nap! he was very, very tired. "Well, I better go see."
But, before he could even get up, the little door almost flew off its hinges! There, bigger than the doorway, stood the biggest, THE BIGGEST . . .
Uh, uhm . . . what was it?! It was too big to see all of it!
Grandma's mouth fell open, and she had to push it shut with one paw. She had just started to say, "This apple pie is what I used to make for Grandpa, because it's his, or was, his very most favorite," but all she got out was "This appl . . ." and the door burst open!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh!'s kick on Mrs. Brown Bear's nose]
When the swirling snow cleared just enough to see the road ahead, he saw the road was blocked! The enormous tree completely blocked their way! Up above where the tree had stood all its many years, the bank was very steep; below the tree, where its trunk led down the mountain side, it was much too steep to walk!
Know what? Almost before she knew she wasn't Miss Riding Wolffe wasn't afraid anymore! (But she sure was when the tree fell!) She whispered, "Father (She liked to talk with Creator like a father, for He was a real father, anyway), we've got a problem! A little tree fell across the road, and do you suppose that you could help us?"
Now, I don't know about you, but it's awfully hard for us fathers of sweet little girls, who love their children, to not say, "OK, my little one, I'll do what you need!" (I know, 'cause I have a precious little daughter!) Well, I think that Creator must also feel that way. Not a day passed for Red Riding Wolffe but that she had something to ask Creator for His help with.
No sooner did she finish the request than the huge, broken tree began to move! And, so did the road! In a moment, nearly before they could realize what was going on right before their eyes, there was no road left! Quickly, Mr. Neigh! backed up, and just in time! Where he had stood almost touching the huge tree trunk with his nose, there was no road left! It had simply disappeared down in the steep canyon below.
[Picture of the broken road, with just a narrow pathway left]
Old Mr. Neigh just stood there, frozen in his footprints, snow piling up around him. "Oh! Look!," exclaimed his little rider, "There's a little path over by the bank!"
Sure enough, the inner edge of the road still clung to the mountain, but it was barely wide enough for Mr. Neigh! to walk. If he was very, very careful, and the broken road held up, Mr. Neigh! could cross over to the other side of the broken road.
He said, "We've got to be very cautious, my little friend. One slip, and we will join the rest of the road, and the tree, way down there!"
[Picture of the road, a view past the overhanging ledge, and across the broken place, on the Right half of this page. Text on the inside half]
"Oh! I know we'll make it! Creator cleared the tree for us - I asked Him to! And, He stopped the boat for the Salmon Family, and He sent Blue Jay. I know we'll be OK," his little friend said with a very confident voice.
"Then, let's go!" He was off with a very careful step, and another, another, and more slow, careful steps. But, just before they reached the whole road again, another section of road fell away down the mountain! Had he stepped on it, they would have plunged down with it! The narrow ledge was even longer now!
Riding Wolffe was too scared to look down the steep mountain side below, but she dared peek anyway. "EEEE!" she squeaked. She sucked her breath in fast. The distance down the almost straight down mountain side was much farther than she expected!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh! with Riding Wolffe on his back, going over the narrow path, covering the bottom of two facing pages]
In fact, it was so far that she couldn't see the bottom! "Don't look! Just hold tight to my mane, and sit still! If you shake me, we just might fall!" By now, they were almost to the other side. "One more step, little friend . . . We're across!" said Mr. Neigh! "We made it to safety!"
"Oh, look!" cried Riding Wolffe, "the snow's awfully deep!" Sure enough, it was. "I must work very hard to get us to Grandma's, now," said Mr. Neigh!. We still have a long way ahead."
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"Can I help?," his little friend asked. "Will you be OK?" "Just be calm, little one. If you can sing, that will help me to work harder, and to feel better, 'cause I know Creator has come to help."
"OK, I'll sing!" (She always loves to sing, and she especially loves to when her friends join in singing! Actually, she just whispered to me, as I write this, "Do you want to ask Cindy, Melissa, and Eriel to sing this with me? I think we all can be comforted together to sing this song!) I told her I would write her request into this story, so now here she is singing . . .
[Oh! I just remembered. Miss Riding Wolffe lived in a time before the name for Creator in His Human form, "Y'shuah, was changed to a name some pagans liked better, which is "Jesus." The pagans liked it better, because it was made up of two names for their highest pagan idols, Ieputer, and Sus, also called Jupiter and Zeus, today. Miss Wolffe uses "Y'shuah, so we will too! In fact, it fits perfectly with the other words . . .]
"Y'shuah loves me!, This I know, because the Living Word tells me so. Little ones to Him belong(Grandpas and grandpas too!), this I know, because He gave me this song!"
"Ohhh! Black and Yellow, Red and White, all the little children are loved in His sight!; And they are safe in His might!"
[Picture of Miss Riding Wolffe, Cinthia Joy, Melissa Joy, Eriel, Mr. Neigh!, Grandma wolffe, and Blue Jay, singing at Christmas in Grandma's little tree-cabin]
"Oh! What fun it is to sing with my friends!, exclaimed Miss Red Riding Wolffe. "Can we do it again?"
"Of course! Maybe, if you ask them, they know a new song to teach you, my little friend," Mr. Neigh! said. His spirits, and strength, had perked up with all the cheery singing. "Why don't you ask them?," he said.
Well, it wasn't very long at all till Mr. Neigh stopped right next to Grandma's door! He gave a very loud snort (To let Grandma know they had arrived, and extra loud, because she couldn't hear so well), and Grandma opened the door!
"Oh my! Just look at all the snow!, she cried. "I've been very busy making a warm supper for the two of you."
"When Blue stopped by hours ago, it was just starting to snow, so I carried extra firewood in for the fire, and began to fix supper.
[Picture of Grandma and her guests sitting at the table for their Christmas supper]
"You have come at just the right time! I just finished supper!"
So, with Mr. Neigh! right by her at the little, old-fashioned table, and Grandma right next to her on her other side, Little Riding Wolffe was cozy warm - and full of Grandma's wonderful-good food!
"Oh Joy!" she said, her eyes twinkling. But, no sooner did she say "Oh joy!" , than there was a very loud Crash, right outside Grandma's front door!
[Picture of the huge bear crashing the door]
"What's next!," exclaimed Mr. Neigh! What he wanted now more than anything else was a warm, comfy bed of hay, and a looonnnggg nap! he was very, very tired. "Well, I better go see."
But, before he could even get up, the little door almost flew off its hinges! There, bigger than the doorway, stood the biggest, THE BIGGEST . . .
Uh, uhm . . . what was it?! It was too big to see all of it!
Grandma's mouth fell open, and she had to push it shut with one paw. She had just started to say, "This apple pie is what I used to make for Grandpa, because it's his, or was, his very most favorite," but all she got out was "This appl . . ." and the door burst open!
[Picture of Mr. Neigh!'s kick on Mrs. Brown Bear's nose]
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; Blog Post 4
Now, if you ever, and I mean . . . "Ever," saw a mad Mrs. Moose, well I don't think you have, but, if you did, that's what Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe very suddenly, right in the middle of the road, almost ran into! I say! We're talking two VERY surprised folk here!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" screamed Riding Wolffe. "You'll hit her!"
And, just about even quicker, Mr. Neigh jerked the steering wheel to the Left (It's good no cars were coming toward them at that instant!), and . . . SMASH! . . . the Green Hornet had run off the road, and right into the middle of a very, very large bush!
But, they were all OK, even Green Hornet was not damaged more than scratches, but, it was so deep into the huge bush that Mr. Neigh! could not move it front or back!
Anyway, he was still too surprised to even think about moving the car! Then Mr. Neigh let out a very loud sound, that was half whinny, half whistle, and ALL surprise, and said to no one in particular, "What was that? I thought we were goners!"
"That," said Miss Riding Wolffe, in her little scared voice, "was the very, very maddest of all the big momma mooses I have ever seen! (You can imagine a little bit how scared out of her wits she was!) "and, here we are!"
"Well, let's get out and check the damage." And Mr. Neigh! (Remember how he looks sitting in a car behind the driver's wheel?!) got out of the Green Hornet, stuck in the huge bush. Red Riding Wolffe opened her door, too. But, just as she was stepping down, the super angry Mrs. Moose stomped up to her side of the car (It was the side closest to the outside of the bush), still very, very angry!
"What do you think you were doing?!!" yelled Mrs. Bull Moose, so loud practically the whole forest could hear her, You almost ran over my little calf! What got into you?!"
"Uh, uh, I wasn't the one driving," Miss Riding Wolffe stammered. "Your little calf?! Is it OK? Oh! I hope we didn't hurt it?!"
"No!, but you would have if I hadn't scared you nim-brains off the road!," she shouted, sounding more like a bull horn than a talking creature. "So, who IS driving this?"
"I, uh, I, um . . . Well, I was." Mr. Neigh tried to say it gently, to keep from making her angrier. "Uh, uhm, I'm so sorry! I, I uhm, I was, well, I just didn't see your calf, or . . . I'm really sorry.."
"Well, what WERE you doing? Certainly NOT paying attention! You might've killed my little Bucky!"
Well, he's OK, and we're out of a car, now," said Mr. Neigh!. "So, if it's OK, I'll get Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe to her grandmother's house. I'll have to carry her the rest of the way."
"Well, there's not much else we can do." said Mrs. Moose, "But, mark my word, I'm going to tell my Bucky's father and the Owl Police, too! We'll see if you ever drive again!, you old mare!" (She knew that calling an old stallion horse "mare," which is a young female horse, would make him mad!)(But, Mr. Neigh! was too scared to hear her, so he didn't say a word).
She set off into the woods, her little Bucky right behind her (I suspect that she, herself, had not paid attention to the road when she just began walking across it with her calf, right in front of the Green Hornet! Parents make mistakes, and sometimes they even try to blame others for their mistakes, so they don't look bad in front of their children! Gotta' watch those parents, you know!)
"Up you go, my little Miss Riding Wolffe," said Mr. Neigh!. We'll be late, since I have to carry you, but, we'll make it there . . . I hope! (Ever see a horse grin? Well, he looked around at her, and grinned!)
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He walked over to a stump where it was easier for Riding Wolffe to climb onto his back, and once she had secured herself comfortably, they were off again, Grandma's Lemon cookies safely tucked in a blanket corner. Rescuing the Green Hornet would just have to wait.
Now, Mr. Neigh! wished that he'd let Miss Riding Wolffe tell Blue Jay to let Grandma know they were on the way, but just as he had this thought, there was Mr. Blue Jay!
He flew just above them, and called, "Screeee! Screeee!!"
"Wait!" Mr. Neigh whinnied back. "Go tell Miss Riding Wolfe's Grandma we're coming to visit!" "OK! I thought you were when I saw you back on the road before, and went to tell her then, and waited with her. but you never came up the road. Is everything alright?," Blue Jay called back from where he circled just above the pair of travelers.
"Oh, "that," Mr. Neigh! whinnied, "We'll have to wait and tell you the story when we get there."
"Well, I saw you are not in the Green Hornet," Blue Jay called, "and I wondered if you are having problems. I'll go back to Grandma Wolffe, and let her know you're OK, and on the way!"
As Blue Jay flew out of sight, Mr. Neigh! wondered, "Boy! I sure hope nothing else is going to happen on this usually fun, easy journey!" His fears would soon come true, as another Big Surprise was waiting for them.
Did you know? It was just before Christmas Day, when they traveled to the tiny cottage in the woods where Grandma lived. Grandma had been hoping and praying for her beloved little granddaughter to visit her. She was like all grandmas, and loved her precious grandchild very, very much. At least good grandmas love their grandchildren lots, and she was one of the best grandmas any child could hope to have!
Sometimes grandchildren are too busy to hear how much their grandmothers love them, and even though good grandmothers often plead with Creator to tell their grandchildren to come for a visit, children are too often so busy with learning about life, and doing life, that they do not hear the soft call from Creator to make frequent visits with Grandma. I know this, for I live with a grandma! You should hear how much she loves her grandchildren, and so wishes that they would visit much more often!
Well, this time it was no different, and like every good grandmother I know, Grandma Wolffe also asked Creator to keep her granddaughter safe on the journey to visit, if she did come. She simply trusted Creator to do what He knew was right for her granddaughter, so Grandma released her anxiety for Miss Riding Wolffe's safety to Creator, trusting Him to care for her precious child. Some grandmothers I know have discovered this really works, and practice trusting Creator to care for their dearly-loved grandchildren.
However, "safe" to us creatures isn't what "safe" to our Creator means! He has things for us to learn, and some things require us to go through the very worst of storms and events that we are very afraid of, and would never go into them on our own! This trip, although it was safe so far, had taken the pair of travelers into danger twice, once for the Salmon Family, and the incident with Mrs. Moose.
[Picture of Grandma's home at Christmas time]
[Picture of Grandma reading her Bible, by the tree]
Creator is teaching His family that He leads each of us through the "Storms" that He sends us into, to learn to trust Him in all things our life will encounter. Thankfully, Grandma knew very much about "Storms," and that Creator would make sure that her grandchild was safe, even though it might mean she would be taken from this life to be where Creator needed her more. That thought made a lump in Grandma's throat, since she really loved to see her sweet granddaughter, and to lose these wonderful visits would break her heart. So, she prayed, "Creator, I trust you, and will try to not worry!"
But, as grandmas I know, Miss Riding Wolffe's kindly grandma was a wee bit worried, when, just as he said he would, Blue Jay came and told her about the delay in arrival, and that Mr. Neigh! was carrying Red Riding Wolffe, not driving the Green Hornet. "Something must be wrong," Grandma told herself. "I still trust they will be safe," but it looks like not too safe!"
[Picture of Grandma fixing Christmas Dinner]
In the big forest where Grandma lived, snow was very rare. It didn't fall often, maybe once a year, in small amounts. But, this year, it would be VERY different!
As old Mr. Neigh! walked on the rather steep, winding mountain road. first one fluffy snow flake melted on his nose, then another, another, and soon many were beginning to stay icy on his nose, making him sneeze from the tingling. At the moment, they were climbing a steep part of the road, where a sharp turn lay just above. The road went around a rocky overhang, and came out at a very steep, high point on the mountain side, with a wide view of the valley below. Red Riding Wolffe almost jumped off Mr. Neigh!'s back when she saw it, it was so beautiful! It was the first time in her short life to see this rare sight. For the whole distance she could see through the silent snow blizzard, for this was a true blizzard, there was white snow covering everything!
"Oh! I'm so tired!" Mr. Neigh sighed. And, he was very tired. In his younger years, this was a fun, fast and easy trip to his friends' house. This time, however, he was carrying someone, and it was cold, and he was not young anymore. He 'was' tired.
Carefully, Mr. Neigh! made his way down the road, for it was going down the mountain side at this point, and it was getting quite slippery with the piling snow blanket. It was also harder to see ahead. He whinnied softly to reassure Miss Riding Wollfe that all was "OK." But, he wasn't so sure himself. There wasn't anyone else on the road now, leaving them all alone; it was getting quite cold. In the Green Hornet, they would simply turn the heater on, and since it worked very good, the cold would have been gone quickly. But, the Green Hornet was stuck in a huge bush many miles back down the road.
CRASH! Right in front of them a huge tree hit the road with the loudest noise either of them ever heard, and such a swirl of blinding, white snow! Of course, Mr. Neigh! stopped immediately, He had stopped so fast that he almost fell over!and the thought struck him, "Wow! I'm glad we weren't in the Green Hornet for that! We'd have been helpless to stop in time!
When the swirling snow cleared just enough to see the road ahead, he saw the road was blocked! The enormous tree completely blocked their way! Up above where the tree had stood all its many years, the bank was very steep; below the tree, where its trunk led down the mountain side, it was much too steep to walk!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" screamed Riding Wolffe. "You'll hit her!"
And, just about even quicker, Mr. Neigh jerked the steering wheel to the Left (It's good no cars were coming toward them at that instant!), and . . . SMASH! . . . the Green Hornet had run off the road, and right into the middle of a very, very large bush!
But, they were all OK, even Green Hornet was not damaged more than scratches, but, it was so deep into the huge bush that Mr. Neigh! could not move it front or back!
Anyway, he was still too surprised to even think about moving the car! Then Mr. Neigh let out a very loud sound, that was half whinny, half whistle, and ALL surprise, and said to no one in particular, "What was that? I thought we were goners!"
"That," said Miss Riding Wolffe, in her little scared voice, "was the very, very maddest of all the big momma mooses I have ever seen! (You can imagine a little bit how scared out of her wits she was!) "and, here we are!"
"Well, let's get out and check the damage." And Mr. Neigh! (Remember how he looks sitting in a car behind the driver's wheel?!) got out of the Green Hornet, stuck in the huge bush. Red Riding Wolffe opened her door, too. But, just as she was stepping down, the super angry Mrs. Moose stomped up to her side of the car (It was the side closest to the outside of the bush), still very, very angry!
"What do you think you were doing?!!" yelled Mrs. Bull Moose, so loud practically the whole forest could hear her, You almost ran over my little calf! What got into you?!"
"Uh, uh, I wasn't the one driving," Miss Riding Wolffe stammered. "Your little calf?! Is it OK? Oh! I hope we didn't hurt it?!"
"No!, but you would have if I hadn't scared you nim-brains off the road!," she shouted, sounding more like a bull horn than a talking creature. "So, who IS driving this?"
"I, uh, I, um . . . Well, I was." Mr. Neigh tried to say it gently, to keep from making her angrier. "Uh, uhm, I'm so sorry! I, I uhm, I was, well, I just didn't see your calf, or . . . I'm really sorry.."
"Well, what WERE you doing? Certainly NOT paying attention! You might've killed my little Bucky!"
Well, he's OK, and we're out of a car, now," said Mr. Neigh!. "So, if it's OK, I'll get Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe to her grandmother's house. I'll have to carry her the rest of the way."
"Well, there's not much else we can do." said Mrs. Moose, "But, mark my word, I'm going to tell my Bucky's father and the Owl Police, too! We'll see if you ever drive again!, you old mare!" (She knew that calling an old stallion horse "mare," which is a young female horse, would make him mad!)(But, Mr. Neigh! was too scared to hear her, so he didn't say a word).
She set off into the woods, her little Bucky right behind her (I suspect that she, herself, had not paid attention to the road when she just began walking across it with her calf, right in front of the Green Hornet! Parents make mistakes, and sometimes they even try to blame others for their mistakes, so they don't look bad in front of their children! Gotta' watch those parents, you know!)
"Up you go, my little Miss Riding Wolffe," said Mr. Neigh!. We'll be late, since I have to carry you, but, we'll make it there . . . I hope! (Ever see a horse grin? Well, he looked around at her, and grinned!)
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He walked over to a stump where it was easier for Riding Wolffe to climb onto his back, and once she had secured herself comfortably, they were off again, Grandma's Lemon cookies safely tucked in a blanket corner. Rescuing the Green Hornet would just have to wait.
Now, Mr. Neigh! wished that he'd let Miss Riding Wolffe tell Blue Jay to let Grandma know they were on the way, but just as he had this thought, there was Mr. Blue Jay!
He flew just above them, and called, "Screeee! Screeee!!"
"Wait!" Mr. Neigh whinnied back. "Go tell Miss Riding Wolfe's Grandma we're coming to visit!" "OK! I thought you were when I saw you back on the road before, and went to tell her then, and waited with her. but you never came up the road. Is everything alright?," Blue Jay called back from where he circled just above the pair of travelers.
"Oh, "that," Mr. Neigh! whinnied, "We'll have to wait and tell you the story when we get there."
"Well, I saw you are not in the Green Hornet," Blue Jay called, "and I wondered if you are having problems. I'll go back to Grandma Wolffe, and let her know you're OK, and on the way!"
As Blue Jay flew out of sight, Mr. Neigh! wondered, "Boy! I sure hope nothing else is going to happen on this usually fun, easy journey!" His fears would soon come true, as another Big Surprise was waiting for them.
Did you know? It was just before Christmas Day, when they traveled to the tiny cottage in the woods where Grandma lived. Grandma had been hoping and praying for her beloved little granddaughter to visit her. She was like all grandmas, and loved her precious grandchild very, very much. At least good grandmas love their grandchildren lots, and she was one of the best grandmas any child could hope to have!
Sometimes grandchildren are too busy to hear how much their grandmothers love them, and even though good grandmothers often plead with Creator to tell their grandchildren to come for a visit, children are too often so busy with learning about life, and doing life, that they do not hear the soft call from Creator to make frequent visits with Grandma. I know this, for I live with a grandma! You should hear how much she loves her grandchildren, and so wishes that they would visit much more often!
Well, this time it was no different, and like every good grandmother I know, Grandma Wolffe also asked Creator to keep her granddaughter safe on the journey to visit, if she did come. She simply trusted Creator to do what He knew was right for her granddaughter, so Grandma released her anxiety for Miss Riding Wolffe's safety to Creator, trusting Him to care for her precious child. Some grandmothers I know have discovered this really works, and practice trusting Creator to care for their dearly-loved grandchildren.
However, "safe" to us creatures isn't what "safe" to our Creator means! He has things for us to learn, and some things require us to go through the very worst of storms and events that we are very afraid of, and would never go into them on our own! This trip, although it was safe so far, had taken the pair of travelers into danger twice, once for the Salmon Family, and the incident with Mrs. Moose.
[Picture of Grandma's home at Christmas time]
[Picture of Grandma reading her Bible, by the tree]
Creator is teaching His family that He leads each of us through the "Storms" that He sends us into, to learn to trust Him in all things our life will encounter. Thankfully, Grandma knew very much about "Storms," and that Creator would make sure that her grandchild was safe, even though it might mean she would be taken from this life to be where Creator needed her more. That thought made a lump in Grandma's throat, since she really loved to see her sweet granddaughter, and to lose these wonderful visits would break her heart. So, she prayed, "Creator, I trust you, and will try to not worry!"
But, as grandmas I know, Miss Riding Wolffe's kindly grandma was a wee bit worried, when, just as he said he would, Blue Jay came and told her about the delay in arrival, and that Mr. Neigh! was carrying Red Riding Wolffe, not driving the Green Hornet. "Something must be wrong," Grandma told herself. "I still trust they will be safe," but it looks like not too safe!"
[Picture of Grandma fixing Christmas Dinner]
In the big forest where Grandma lived, snow was very rare. It didn't fall often, maybe once a year, in small amounts. But, this year, it would be VERY different!
As old Mr. Neigh! walked on the rather steep, winding mountain road. first one fluffy snow flake melted on his nose, then another, another, and soon many were beginning to stay icy on his nose, making him sneeze from the tingling. At the moment, they were climbing a steep part of the road, where a sharp turn lay just above. The road went around a rocky overhang, and came out at a very steep, high point on the mountain side, with a wide view of the valley below. Red Riding Wolffe almost jumped off Mr. Neigh!'s back when she saw it, it was so beautiful! It was the first time in her short life to see this rare sight. For the whole distance she could see through the silent snow blizzard, for this was a true blizzard, there was white snow covering everything!
"Oh! I'm so tired!" Mr. Neigh sighed. And, he was very tired. In his younger years, this was a fun, fast and easy trip to his friends' house. This time, however, he was carrying someone, and it was cold, and he was not young anymore. He 'was' tired.
Carefully, Mr. Neigh! made his way down the road, for it was going down the mountain side at this point, and it was getting quite slippery with the piling snow blanket. It was also harder to see ahead. He whinnied softly to reassure Miss Riding Wollfe that all was "OK." But, he wasn't so sure himself. There wasn't anyone else on the road now, leaving them all alone; it was getting quite cold. In the Green Hornet, they would simply turn the heater on, and since it worked very good, the cold would have been gone quickly. But, the Green Hornet was stuck in a huge bush many miles back down the road.
CRASH! Right in front of them a huge tree hit the road with the loudest noise either of them ever heard, and such a swirl of blinding, white snow! Of course, Mr. Neigh! stopped immediately, He had stopped so fast that he almost fell over!and the thought struck him, "Wow! I'm glad we weren't in the Green Hornet for that! We'd have been helpless to stop in time!
When the swirling snow cleared just enough to see the road ahead, he saw the road was blocked! The enormous tree completely blocked their way! Up above where the tree had stood all its many years, the bank was very steep; below the tree, where its trunk led down the mountain side, it was much too steep to walk!
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; Blog Post 3
"But, neither the little girl nor the horse chauffer knew that a very big, very scary surprise was waiting for them, just around the next big curve in the dark road through the forest! A surprise so very big that they would have . . . well, we'll just have to wait and find out!
But, first, there's something I just have to tell you! It's all about . . . Grandma! The "Big Bush Landing" will just have to wait!
[Picture of Red Riding Wolffe with mom and daddy Wolffe]
[Picture of the clearing, the tree, and Grandma's house, with the little stream going by]
Grandma
You should meet "Grandma" You would love to meet Grandma! You see, Grandma is, well, er, "different." How do I tell you . . .? Let's see . . .
Just listen, I think you'll see what I'm trying to tell you in a moment.
There are things about Grandma that make her, well, they make her 'look' uh, well, just different. Take her nose - (yes! please, take it!). Besides a gray, hairy look, it is quite long. In fact, it's verryy long! And, it's black on the end! Besides her sharp, gleaming, white teeth, uh, er, well - I think you'd probably notice her nose!
Oh yes! Her eyes, too! Now there's something just a little too bright about Grandma's eyes! Some folk even claim they sparkle in the dark!
Have you ever seen a grandma with paws? I tell you, she's very different!
But, if you really, really, I mean, really, love your grandma, well, then it's Ok for her to be 'different,' right? OK, then, she can even have her long, bushy, soft tail! And, in fact, that long, soft tail is one thing Miss Riding Wolffe likes best about Grandma! She loves to curl up in it and feel so cuddly she falls to sleep almost instantly!
If you were Red Riding Wolffe, you'd really like Grandma's little house, deep in the dark woods, in a very tall, big tree that is hollow, by a tiny brook that babbles merrily by.
[A picture of Grandma]
Grandpa used to live here, too, but he's been in Heaven for years, now. Should I tell you about him, now? The part about the Thorny Landing could wait for awhile, I suppose?
No!? Ok, very well, I'll finish about Grandma, first! What do you suppose Grandma likes best to do here, in her little cottage? Three guesses.
How about a clue? It has something to do with music. . . . Want another? Uh, well, there are . . . many singers.
Yep! You guessed it, She choir director for the howling, er, I mean "Harmonizing Felines - OOPS! that's cats, I mean, the Harmonizing Canines! You should hear them on a full moon night OOOOUUUUGGGHHHHH - AAA - OOOOUUUUGGGGHHHHrrrr! Baby, it gets real spooky!
Now, how's that for Grandma?! Now you know why Miss Red Riding Wolffe has the last name she does, and why she looks like, well, a little wolf!
Wouldn't you like to meet Grandma Wolffe? Well, that's just what we're headed for, well, after we find out the BIG Surprise is, IF we can get past it!
[Picture of the tall tree with Grandma's little house inside]
After crossing safely over the stream, on the little ferry boat that Creator stopped to save the Salmon Family, when Red Riding Wolffe asked Him to, Mr. Neigh! was rather quiet as he drove the Green Hornet, except for his whinny-like whistling. He was remembering many other trips he had made right to where he was taking his little friend now.
Many years before, one of the best friends he ever had, lived with his mother and father in the tiny, quiet forest cottage, by the little stream. He was just a little colt, way back in those times. His friend, who married Red Riding Wolffe's grandma, was a young wolf pup, in those days, and the two young friends loved to gallivant for long hours through the deep forest, laughing, playing tricks on the squirrels, the deer, and even Mr's Black Bear! (She always scolded them(If she could catch them!), and sounded very stern, but she actually enjoyed the pranks - until they pulled her berry bushes down, one day!(Then she really scolded them!)).
Mr. Neigh!'s mind was dreaming along . . . that is until he came around a big turn in the road, and wham! There 'She' was!
[Picture of Green Hornet in the big bush]
Now, if you ever, and I mean . . . "Ever," saw a mad Mrs. Moose, well I don't think you have, but, if you did, that's what Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe very suddenly, right in the middle of the road, almost ran into! I say! We're talking two VERY surprised folk here!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" screamed Riding Wolffe. "You'll hit her!"
But, first, there's something I just have to tell you! It's all about . . . Grandma! The "Big Bush Landing" will just have to wait!
[Picture of Red Riding Wolffe with mom and daddy Wolffe]
[Picture of the clearing, the tree, and Grandma's house, with the little stream going by]
Grandma
You should meet "Grandma" You would love to meet Grandma! You see, Grandma is, well, er, "different." How do I tell you . . .? Let's see . . .
Just listen, I think you'll see what I'm trying to tell you in a moment.
There are things about Grandma that make her, well, they make her 'look' uh, well, just different. Take her nose - (yes! please, take it!). Besides a gray, hairy look, it is quite long. In fact, it's verryy long! And, it's black on the end! Besides her sharp, gleaming, white teeth, uh, er, well - I think you'd probably notice her nose!
Oh yes! Her eyes, too! Now there's something just a little too bright about Grandma's eyes! Some folk even claim they sparkle in the dark!
Have you ever seen a grandma with paws? I tell you, she's very different!
But, if you really, really, I mean, really, love your grandma, well, then it's Ok for her to be 'different,' right? OK, then, she can even have her long, bushy, soft tail! And, in fact, that long, soft tail is one thing Miss Riding Wolffe likes best about Grandma! She loves to curl up in it and feel so cuddly she falls to sleep almost instantly!
If you were Red Riding Wolffe, you'd really like Grandma's little house, deep in the dark woods, in a very tall, big tree that is hollow, by a tiny brook that babbles merrily by.
[A picture of Grandma]
Grandpa used to live here, too, but he's been in Heaven for years, now. Should I tell you about him, now? The part about the Thorny Landing could wait for awhile, I suppose?
No!? Ok, very well, I'll finish about Grandma, first! What do you suppose Grandma likes best to do here, in her little cottage? Three guesses.
How about a clue? It has something to do with music. . . . Want another? Uh, well, there are . . . many singers.
Yep! You guessed it, She choir director for the howling, er, I mean "Harmonizing Felines - OOPS! that's cats, I mean, the Harmonizing Canines! You should hear them on a full moon night OOOOUUUUGGGHHHHH - AAA - OOOOUUUUGGGGHHHHrrrr! Baby, it gets real spooky!
Now, how's that for Grandma?! Now you know why Miss Red Riding Wolffe has the last name she does, and why she looks like, well, a little wolf!
Wouldn't you like to meet Grandma Wolffe? Well, that's just what we're headed for, well, after we find out the BIG Surprise is, IF we can get past it!
[Picture of the tall tree with Grandma's little house inside]
After crossing safely over the stream, on the little ferry boat that Creator stopped to save the Salmon Family, when Red Riding Wolffe asked Him to, Mr. Neigh! was rather quiet as he drove the Green Hornet, except for his whinny-like whistling. He was remembering many other trips he had made right to where he was taking his little friend now.
Many years before, one of the best friends he ever had, lived with his mother and father in the tiny, quiet forest cottage, by the little stream. He was just a little colt, way back in those times. His friend, who married Red Riding Wolffe's grandma, was a young wolf pup, in those days, and the two young friends loved to gallivant for long hours through the deep forest, laughing, playing tricks on the squirrels, the deer, and even Mr's Black Bear! (She always scolded them(If she could catch them!), and sounded very stern, but she actually enjoyed the pranks - until they pulled her berry bushes down, one day!(Then she really scolded them!)).
Mr. Neigh!'s mind was dreaming along . . . that is until he came around a big turn in the road, and wham! There 'She' was!
[Picture of Green Hornet in the big bush]
Now, if you ever, and I mean . . . "Ever," saw a mad Mrs. Moose, well I don't think you have, but, if you did, that's what Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe very suddenly, right in the middle of the road, almost ran into! I say! We're talking two VERY surprised folk here!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" screamed Riding Wolffe. "You'll hit her!"
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; Blog Post 2
That's when it happened! They were almost in the center of the stream, where the water ran the fastest, and deepest. The current pushed the boat hard, trying to push it down stream. But, all of a sudden, the boat stopped! I mean . . . it just stopped!
Like a giant hand had reached out, grabbed it, and held it motionless! Mr. Sails reached out and pushed the engine control even more. The engine noise began to hurt their ears, it was so loud. But, they were stuck! Right there, in the middle of the swift stream!
[Picture of the Ferry Boat arriving on the other side, with the road going into the dark woods.]
"Oh no!," cried Mr. Sails, "What's the matter with this boat? It won't move! Something's wrong!"
Mr. neigh! looked out of the driver's window of the Green Hornet, right at Mr. Sails. "What's the problem?", he shouted above the roaring engine. "Did we hit something?" (Mr. Neigh! and Mr. Sails had lost their business voices). Both the horse chauffer and the old boat driver looked very worried. But, Little Red Riding wolffe had a big smile on her face! They didn't see it, though.
The horse opened the door and stepped out (Now, for horses to step out of a car, especially the Green Hornet, well, it is very, very hilarious to see! Just imagine a horse sitting behind a car steering wheel! See what I mean?!) onto the boat deck. The little boat shook from his weight shifting from the car to the deck.
"Come!," he said to the boat driver (Boat drivers are actually called "navigators, but we'll just say "driver"), "let's look in front."
The nose of the little boat went deeper into the stream as they walked to the front. Then, the spinning propeller blades in back lifted clean out of the water! Quickly Mr. Neigh! stepped back! But, the boat was still stuck.
That's when Mr. Neigh! saw Little Red Riding Wolffe. "What are you laughing about!" he almost shouted. "We're stuck fact, and in the middle of this stream! I'd think you'd be worried, like we are!"
"Oh, Mr. Neigh!" she laughed. And laughed.
"Hey! You're not telling me something?," he said. "Are you playing another game with me?" (Little Miss wolffe had played some "surprise!" games with Mr. Neigh! before, and he usually 'was' surprised, too!).
"Ha, ha, ha!, " she laughed, and couldn't stop. "You're so funny when you're surprised! You looked very funny when you tipped the boat up, too! Your feet were going faster than the boat's propellers! Oh, oh, Oh!" She tried to stop.
"Well . . .?" he said, waiting.
"Well, what?," she said. I just saw two families of salmon, with their little fingerling kids, swimming right in front of the boat, so I said to our creator above,"
[Picture of Mr. Neigh! scrambling to get away from the tipping front of the boat, with the propeller out of the water]
"Please keep the Salmon Family safe, dear friend." "That's when the boat just stopped. Didn't you see them swim by? Papa Salmon was so cheery and bright colored - - like flashing rainbows with the sun shinning through!" (She was so happy, how could the horse chauffer and boat driver be angry? So, they weren't.)
"I was so worried," Mr. Sails said. "I forgot that you care for all Creator's family, Miss Riding Wolffe. I'm glad you saved the Salmon, especially the little ones! Thank you!" He was smiling a BIG smile.
"Oh," said Miss Riding Wolffe, "really it was Creator Who saved the Salmon. I just saw the danger, and asked Him to save them. He did it all."
When he stepped back up to the big, "helm," Mr. Sails saw that the little boat was almost up to the other side - and right where it needed to be! "Wow!" he cried. "Creator even steered us straight up to the landing!
"I know," Miss Riding Wolffe said, "that's what He always does if we trust Him!" She was beaming, almost like a rainbow, herself!
Soon they were up on the other side, and Mr. Neigh! was whistling a merry tune (Ever listen to a sound of a whinny - you know - "EEENNNNYYYY, EEEENNNNYYYY, EEENNNNYYYYEEEEE . . .!" - but, Mr. Neigh's "whistling" was more wheezy-sounding than it was real whistling sound, which is really more like what a mocking bird sings like!)
He had Green Hornet sounding like a whole nest of swarming hornets!
They were in the tall trees of the dark forest by now, and the car's sounds echoed in the silent woods. Behind one huge tree they saw a family of deer, which had just crossed the road. Just then Little Riding Wolffe saw a deep-blue Blue Jay flying past them.
"Oh! Stop!" She cried. "I'll tell Blue Jay to go tell Grandma we're coming!"
"Well," said Mr. Neigh! (He was back to his business voice), "Blue Jay 'would' get there barely ahead of us. I think that Grandma will be home for us, little one." He had a bright twinkle in his eye, again.
[Picture of Green Hornet, with Mr. Neigh! driving, and Blue Jay flying over, on the road through the forest.]
But, neither the little girl nor the horse chauffer knew that a very big, very scary surprise was waiting for them, just around the next big curve in the dark road through the forest! A surprise so very big that they would have . . . well, we'll just have to wait and find out!
But, first, there's something I just have to tell you! It's all about . . . Grandma! The "Big Bush Landing" will just have to wait!
Like a giant hand had reached out, grabbed it, and held it motionless! Mr. Sails reached out and pushed the engine control even more. The engine noise began to hurt their ears, it was so loud. But, they were stuck! Right there, in the middle of the swift stream!
[Picture of the Ferry Boat arriving on the other side, with the road going into the dark woods.]
"Oh no!," cried Mr. Sails, "What's the matter with this boat? It won't move! Something's wrong!"
Mr. neigh! looked out of the driver's window of the Green Hornet, right at Mr. Sails. "What's the problem?", he shouted above the roaring engine. "Did we hit something?" (Mr. Neigh! and Mr. Sails had lost their business voices). Both the horse chauffer and the old boat driver looked very worried. But, Little Red Riding wolffe had a big smile on her face! They didn't see it, though.
The horse opened the door and stepped out (Now, for horses to step out of a car, especially the Green Hornet, well, it is very, very hilarious to see! Just imagine a horse sitting behind a car steering wheel! See what I mean?!) onto the boat deck. The little boat shook from his weight shifting from the car to the deck.
"Come!," he said to the boat driver (Boat drivers are actually called "navigators, but we'll just say "driver"), "let's look in front."
The nose of the little boat went deeper into the stream as they walked to the front. Then, the spinning propeller blades in back lifted clean out of the water! Quickly Mr. Neigh! stepped back! But, the boat was still stuck.
That's when Mr. Neigh! saw Little Red Riding Wolffe. "What are you laughing about!" he almost shouted. "We're stuck fact, and in the middle of this stream! I'd think you'd be worried, like we are!"
"Oh, Mr. Neigh!" she laughed. And laughed.
"Hey! You're not telling me something?," he said. "Are you playing another game with me?" (Little Miss wolffe had played some "surprise!" games with Mr. Neigh! before, and he usually 'was' surprised, too!).
"Ha, ha, ha!, " she laughed, and couldn't stop. "You're so funny when you're surprised! You looked very funny when you tipped the boat up, too! Your feet were going faster than the boat's propellers! Oh, oh, Oh!" She tried to stop.
"Well . . .?" he said, waiting.
"Well, what?," she said. I just saw two families of salmon, with their little fingerling kids, swimming right in front of the boat, so I said to our creator above,"
[Picture of Mr. Neigh! scrambling to get away from the tipping front of the boat, with the propeller out of the water]
"Please keep the Salmon Family safe, dear friend." "That's when the boat just stopped. Didn't you see them swim by? Papa Salmon was so cheery and bright colored - - like flashing rainbows with the sun shinning through!" (She was so happy, how could the horse chauffer and boat driver be angry? So, they weren't.)
"I was so worried," Mr. Sails said. "I forgot that you care for all Creator's family, Miss Riding Wolffe. I'm glad you saved the Salmon, especially the little ones! Thank you!" He was smiling a BIG smile.
"Oh," said Miss Riding Wolffe, "really it was Creator Who saved the Salmon. I just saw the danger, and asked Him to save them. He did it all."
When he stepped back up to the big, "helm," Mr. Sails saw that the little boat was almost up to the other side - and right where it needed to be! "Wow!" he cried. "Creator even steered us straight up to the landing!
"I know," Miss Riding Wolffe said, "that's what He always does if we trust Him!" She was beaming, almost like a rainbow, herself!
Soon they were up on the other side, and Mr. Neigh! was whistling a merry tune (Ever listen to a sound of a whinny - you know - "EEENNNNYYYY, EEEENNNNYYYY, EEENNNNYYYYEEEEE . . .!" - but, Mr. Neigh's "whistling" was more wheezy-sounding than it was real whistling sound, which is really more like what a mocking bird sings like!)
He had Green Hornet sounding like a whole nest of swarming hornets!
They were in the tall trees of the dark forest by now, and the car's sounds echoed in the silent woods. Behind one huge tree they saw a family of deer, which had just crossed the road. Just then Little Riding Wolffe saw a deep-blue Blue Jay flying past them.
"Oh! Stop!" She cried. "I'll tell Blue Jay to go tell Grandma we're coming!"
"Well," said Mr. Neigh! (He was back to his business voice), "Blue Jay 'would' get there barely ahead of us. I think that Grandma will be home for us, little one." He had a bright twinkle in his eye, again.
[Picture of Green Hornet, with Mr. Neigh! driving, and Blue Jay flying over, on the road through the forest.]
But, neither the little girl nor the horse chauffer knew that a very big, very scary surprise was waiting for them, just around the next big curve in the dark road through the forest! A surprise so very big that they would have . . . well, we'll just have to wait and find out!
But, first, there's something I just have to tell you! It's all about . . . Grandma! The "Big Bush Landing" will just have to wait!
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe: Book First; We begin Here
Yes! We sure do!
Without further A-do . . .
"Book First
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe
by Grandpa
For three dear little ladies, who will always be . . .
Little girls in their father's, and grandfather's heart . . .
Cynthia Joy
Melissa Joy
&
Sweet Eriel
From grandpa Claude -
Picture of Dressed-up Miss Riding wolffe
Horse chaufer, Mr. Neigh!; The thorny Landing; A Stuck Boat; and other interesting details . . .
Long, Loonngggg ago, when grandpa looked up at the crickets, who stood higher than him, there lived a sweet child with her aged, old horse (He lived in the barn, silly!), and her mom and dad. They lived in a tiny, ancient village, - nestled in a huge, green valley. (It was really, really a long time ago, because the animals still talked with people!)(It's different now!)
Anyway, back then, horses were hired to drive the cars. So it was, that one bright shiny day, Miss Red Riding Wollfe went out of her little house by the little creek (It is white, with green trim, and a grass-thatch roof (That mice love to nest in!), and it has little windows, with no glass (Glass hasn't been invented yet), and one door. There's green trim around the door and windows, too. (Pretty, huh?)(That's the house that has windows, silly!)(Not the creek!)), and right up to the horse-chauffer, Mr. Neigh!
"Pardon me (She always spoke politely to Mr. Neigh!, especially when he looked busy, (He always looked busy!)," "Mr. Neigh!, but today mom said that I could go to grandma's house - - if you will drive me there. Oh! Please, Mr. Neigh
[Picture of Mr. Neigh, in the meadow, with the Wolffe's house and mountains in the background]
Please say you will!"
But, Mr. Neigh! just kept crunching the sweet, lush grass (He loved to play 'deaf'!), and to look old, and too tired. Miss Wolffe was just ready to ask again, when he winked one twinkly eye, and said, "But, little miss, I'm sooo verrrry tired! I've had to munch grass all morning! (His mornings started about two hours before lunch time!), and, well, I just seem to be too tired, just now. Perhaps you can return . . ."
"Oh! Pleeeeesssee!," cried Miss Little wolffe, with no regard for interupting him. "I'm so excited - I made lemon cookies for my grandma - her favorite. Can't you take me?"
Now, how can an old horse say 'no' to that? So, Mr. Neigh! sighed very sadly, and said, "OK. Meet me at the garage by the barn. We'll take the good ol' Green Hornet to Grandma's today." (That was his little friend's favorite car, because it was green, and when it was moving down the road, the sound it made was like green hornets that she loved to watch, as they went about building their beautiful paper houses).
She ran to the kitchen, packed her sour lemon cookies into a little basket, and ran out to the garage. Mr. Neigh! already was backing the "Green Hornet" out. She jumped in.
"Sooooo, we're going to grandma's today. Did you send Blue Jay ahead to let your grandma know you're coming? If you didn't, maybe she won't be there," he said."
"Oh! I forgot!," Little Red Riding Wolffe cried. "Do you think she'll be gone?"
"Oh, I doubt she'll be gone for long - if she is. We'll just go and find out," said Mr. Neigh! (He really was happy to take her, but you don't let dear little girls think that you actually 'like' taking them places - 'cause they might get spoiled!)
So, Mr. neigh! elegantly drove the old car along, like old, dignified horses most always do.
They followed the tiny creek through the valley between green meadows, until it joined a large stream, just before entering a tall, old, dark forest.
[Picture of the Green Hornet on the road into the forest.]
Just where the forest got really big and dark, the road turned and went right into the big stream! But, that's OK, because a little ferry boat takes cars (And their horse drivers and passengers), right across the deep stream! Sure enough, there was the little ferry boat, waiting just for them! It tooted the tiny whistle on its top, when it saw them coming (It was lonely, since not many cars crossed there).
Mr. Neigh! expertly drove Green Hornet onto the little boat, and said, "OK, my dear Mr. Sails, let's go! My little passenger has fresh sour lemon cookies for grandma, and you know that we can't keep her waiting!" (Mr. Neigh! always talked in his business voice when he was chauffeuring!)(Speaking in a "business' voice made it more 'official,' you know!)
"Why yes!," replied Mr. Sails (He spoke in his "business" voice, too!), "I believe you're right on time for scheduled departure! (That's grown-up talk for being on time!) Sooo - - - let's go!"
He reached up and gave two short yanks and one long pull on the little rope tied to the tiny steam whistle - - - "Toot! Toot! whhheeee-A-Toooot!" it shouted!
Then he held the big wood steering wheel (In boat-talk, it's called the "helm), in one hand, and with the other big hand, pushed the engine handle a little. The little engine made a louder noise, and slowly the boat moved away from the roads where it went right up to the edge of the stream.
Picture of Mr. Sails,on the Little Ferry Boat, the Green Hornet, Mr. Neigh! and Red Riding Wolffe, and the Salmon Family.
He pushed the engine control more. The engine made an even louder noise, almost drowning out all other sounds, including talking.
That's when it happened! They were almost in the center of the stream, where the water ran the fastest, and deepest. The current pushed the boat hard, trying to push it down stream. But, all of a sudden, the boat stopped! I mean . . . it just stopped!
Like a giant hand had reached out, grabbed it, and held it motionless! Mr. Sails reached out and pushed the engine control even more. The engine noise began to hurt their ears, it was so loud. But, they were stuck!
[Picture of the Ferry Boat arriving on the other side, with the road going into the dark woods.]
Without further A-do . . .
"Book First
Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe
by Grandpa
For three dear little ladies, who will always be . . .
Little girls in their father's, and grandfather's heart . . .
Cynthia Joy
Melissa Joy
&
Sweet Eriel
From grandpa Claude -
Picture of Dressed-up Miss Riding wolffe
Horse chaufer, Mr. Neigh!; The thorny Landing; A Stuck Boat; and other interesting details . . .
Long, Loonngggg ago, when grandpa looked up at the crickets, who stood higher than him, there lived a sweet child with her aged, old horse (He lived in the barn, silly!), and her mom and dad. They lived in a tiny, ancient village, - nestled in a huge, green valley. (It was really, really a long time ago, because the animals still talked with people!)(It's different now!)
Anyway, back then, horses were hired to drive the cars. So it was, that one bright shiny day, Miss Red Riding Wollfe went out of her little house by the little creek (It is white, with green trim, and a grass-thatch roof (That mice love to nest in!), and it has little windows, with no glass (Glass hasn't been invented yet), and one door. There's green trim around the door and windows, too. (Pretty, huh?)(That's the house that has windows, silly!)(Not the creek!)), and right up to the horse-chauffer, Mr. Neigh!
"Pardon me (She always spoke politely to Mr. Neigh!, especially when he looked busy, (He always looked busy!)," "Mr. Neigh!, but today mom said that I could go to grandma's house - - if you will drive me there. Oh! Please, Mr. Neigh
[Picture of Mr. Neigh, in the meadow, with the Wolffe's house and mountains in the background]
Please say you will!"
But, Mr. Neigh! just kept crunching the sweet, lush grass (He loved to play 'deaf'!), and to look old, and too tired. Miss Wolffe was just ready to ask again, when he winked one twinkly eye, and said, "But, little miss, I'm sooo verrrry tired! I've had to munch grass all morning! (His mornings started about two hours before lunch time!), and, well, I just seem to be too tired, just now. Perhaps you can return . . ."
"Oh! Pleeeeesssee!," cried Miss Little wolffe, with no regard for interupting him. "I'm so excited - I made lemon cookies for my grandma - her favorite. Can't you take me?"
Now, how can an old horse say 'no' to that? So, Mr. Neigh! sighed very sadly, and said, "OK. Meet me at the garage by the barn. We'll take the good ol' Green Hornet to Grandma's today." (That was his little friend's favorite car, because it was green, and when it was moving down the road, the sound it made was like green hornets that she loved to watch, as they went about building their beautiful paper houses).
She ran to the kitchen, packed her sour lemon cookies into a little basket, and ran out to the garage. Mr. Neigh! already was backing the "Green Hornet" out. She jumped in.
"Sooooo, we're going to grandma's today. Did you send Blue Jay ahead to let your grandma know you're coming? If you didn't, maybe she won't be there," he said."
"Oh! I forgot!," Little Red Riding Wolffe cried. "Do you think she'll be gone?"
"Oh, I doubt she'll be gone for long - if she is. We'll just go and find out," said Mr. Neigh! (He really was happy to take her, but you don't let dear little girls think that you actually 'like' taking them places - 'cause they might get spoiled!)
So, Mr. neigh! elegantly drove the old car along, like old, dignified horses most always do.
They followed the tiny creek through the valley between green meadows, until it joined a large stream, just before entering a tall, old, dark forest.
[Picture of the Green Hornet on the road into the forest.]
Just where the forest got really big and dark, the road turned and went right into the big stream! But, that's OK, because a little ferry boat takes cars (And their horse drivers and passengers), right across the deep stream! Sure enough, there was the little ferry boat, waiting just for them! It tooted the tiny whistle on its top, when it saw them coming (It was lonely, since not many cars crossed there).
Mr. Neigh! expertly drove Green Hornet onto the little boat, and said, "OK, my dear Mr. Sails, let's go! My little passenger has fresh sour lemon cookies for grandma, and you know that we can't keep her waiting!" (Mr. Neigh! always talked in his business voice when he was chauffeuring!)(Speaking in a "business' voice made it more 'official,' you know!)
"Why yes!," replied Mr. Sails (He spoke in his "business" voice, too!), "I believe you're right on time for scheduled departure! (That's grown-up talk for being on time!) Sooo - - - let's go!"
He reached up and gave two short yanks and one long pull on the little rope tied to the tiny steam whistle - - - "Toot! Toot! whhheeee-A-Toooot!" it shouted!
Then he held the big wood steering wheel (In boat-talk, it's called the "helm), in one hand, and with the other big hand, pushed the engine handle a little. The little engine made a louder noise, and slowly the boat moved away from the roads where it went right up to the edge of the stream.
Picture of Mr. Sails,on the Little Ferry Boat, the Green Hornet, Mr. Neigh! and Red Riding Wolffe, and the Salmon Family.
He pushed the engine control more. The engine made an even louder noise, almost drowning out all other sounds, including talking.
That's when it happened! They were almost in the center of the stream, where the water ran the fastest, and deepest. The current pushed the boat hard, trying to push it down stream. But, all of a sudden, the boat stopped! I mean . . . it just stopped!
Like a giant hand had reached out, grabbed it, and held it motionless! Mr. Sails reached out and pushed the engine control even more. The engine noise began to hurt their ears, it was so loud. But, they were stuck!
[Picture of the Ferry Boat arriving on the other side, with the road going into the dark woods.]
The "Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe" Story Series Begins Here!
It's been 11 long years since I finished this story! I had wanted to digitize it much sooner, but . . .
Well, now, I MUST make this story available! It applies more than ever to our times, today, and to the events we see in action all around us, even though the story itself, takes place pre-Flood, and some of it even pre-Noah!
It was a most enjoyable task to set it down in hand-written print! Not so enjoyable to now type it in digital form, yet a real joy to read it, as if I'd never written it! I gain new insights to Life from my own penmanship! Awesome!
But, as I reflect on how it was presented to me, I realize that this story is not really one that my mind authored. Rather, it was presented to me, as a scribe is presented with a chore to pen a script.
As I wrote this series of four "books," I was constantly amazed as the story unfolded! One crazy adventure led into the next, and all through them ran a clear thread of trust and moment-by-moment reliance upon Creator to provide necessary protection, guidance, and strength and will to carry on! Had I tried to write thtis on my own, it would have flopped!
So, good reader, and I do hope one of you is the sweet, dear, and then small, youngest of my very own, all beloved children, read on!
Be blessed with its message, inspired to live living in the Victory of Creator over ALL besetting "Stuff," and watch each day as what this story says makes sense, and gives inspiration for living and walking a Life of Joy!
Oh! And don't forget the adventure! I was amazed at all the hair-raising adventures one small, little she-wolf pup could manage to squeeze into just a short time of Life!
TaDa!
Well, now, I MUST make this story available! It applies more than ever to our times, today, and to the events we see in action all around us, even though the story itself, takes place pre-Flood, and some of it even pre-Noah!
It was a most enjoyable task to set it down in hand-written print! Not so enjoyable to now type it in digital form, yet a real joy to read it, as if I'd never written it! I gain new insights to Life from my own penmanship! Awesome!
But, as I reflect on how it was presented to me, I realize that this story is not really one that my mind authored. Rather, it was presented to me, as a scribe is presented with a chore to pen a script.
As I wrote this series of four "books," I was constantly amazed as the story unfolded! One crazy adventure led into the next, and all through them ran a clear thread of trust and moment-by-moment reliance upon Creator to provide necessary protection, guidance, and strength and will to carry on! Had I tried to write thtis on my own, it would have flopped!
So, good reader, and I do hope one of you is the sweet, dear, and then small, youngest of my very own, all beloved children, read on!
Be blessed with its message, inspired to live living in the Victory of Creator over ALL besetting "Stuff," and watch each day as what this story says makes sense, and gives inspiration for living and walking a Life of Joy!
Oh! And don't forget the adventure! I was amazed at all the hair-raising adventures one small, little she-wolf pup could manage to squeeze into just a short time of Life!
TaDa!
Oh No! I broke A Promise to Myself Today!
Yeah, I sure did. I had promised myself to NOT post more comments to my sweet daughter's blogger page . . .
http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html?showComment=1323872939559#c5701656029739414634
. . .but today I broke that promise, and wrote the following to her:
"
- Hope you see this!
For three dear small children in my life then, each of whom I love much, but you, daughter, the most, I wrote a lively story about a small wolf pup, whose trust in Creator made her life a living honor to Him, and rescued her and her traveling companion, an old horse, from many a wild danger.
I had thought to not post any more comments on this, one of your blogs, as I think you may not understand my heart at all, due to those who speak against me with half-truths, and multiplied un-truths.
However, I do feel Creator wants you to have this gift, as it was in His Presence that it was formed in my heart, specifically for you to gain a deeper walk with Him, and a clearer understanding about His great love for you.
I do apologize for this, another intrusion in your space, yet I believe that reading the story, a four-part book by the time it was finished during its four-Christmas development, will bless you with hours of fun, and inspiring reading!
Yes! You are welcome! [After you read it, and see what say about it is real!]
papa
Oh! Nearly forgot! I am adding the entire text - and hopefully Carl will provide illustrations - to my,
blog
[http://claudea-more-than-gardens.blogspot.com/]
Look for this date, as I will publish the first two "books" today, minus illustrations, as I am only now typing the story into digital form. It will be in magazine-length sections on the blog, but I hope to add the entire story in a single file, somewhere, when it is fully digitized.
Oh! The parts I am publishing today are named:
"Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe. Book First" and,
Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends in Seattle. Book Second"
The third is several hundred pages long, so I'll likely post it in sections as I finish typing them. I wrote this series for Christmases of 1997, 98, 99, and 2000.
The fourth, and last section, "Little Miss Red Writing Wolffe, Jeremiah 3 & 4. Book Final"
To appreciate this final section, and the message it centers on, read both of these Hebrew Scripture chapters:
Jeremiah 3, and, Jeremiah 4.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+3&version=NASB
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+4&version=NASB.
This final section closes the fantastic story of section 3, "Captain YHVH; First Mate, Noah, and The Ark of Mutany, Book Third." This section was, as I watched my hand write it down, like as if it was not my mind producing it, but a mind that was actually there during the pre-Flood world. Now, when I read it, it is like a story I did not write.
Also interesting, as I read it, I find new inspiration and guidance for my daily walk with Creator, in His Presence, and in His Creation. Most fascinating!
Enjoy!
Am I a bad dad for that? I hope not!
Sunday, December 11, 2011
For Joy Armstrong -with Love
Dear lady, should you ever discover this message, and I trust you will one day, hopefully you will find it to bring a blessing to you. For Christmas, 1999, I finished a series of short stories that I was telling to Mary's two grandchildren shortly after we married. As time and my thoughts about the unfolding story developed and matured it, it became a full-length book.
In that story, I believe that I was led to show a struggle within the ark of Noah, when his one son, Ham, and those who were determined to continue the forbidden worship of spirit-beings that had caused Man and animal to so err from Creator's Way that it brought on the Great Flood. In the final chapter of this story, which is actually the main part of the book, the two main animal characters, Horse and Ostrich, or "Osterich," as I name the particular character in the story, are mortal enemies, for one, Horse, was Adam's working partner, and Eve's was Ostrich, which had endeared itself to Eve when Adam was absent so much from her side, literally over-doing the work of making order in the Garden of Eden, which Creator had said he should do.
In the story, Satan uses Ostrich to beguile Eve to do the one act that would cause her to lose eternal Life. But, Ostrich was itself disastrously tricked into its part of beguiling Eve. The story developed faster than my comprehension to understand all the actions that were going on in it, and it was as if my hand were forming words and sentences that I had not first thought of. Perhaps it is a Divine revelation, to a point, but it actually does portray a time that is very little represented in the only place that has any reliable record of Pre-Flood Earth Human life.
May this little token of my love and appreciation that you, Joy, are a gift from Creator in my life, and one who I cannot ever think of, or consider in any manner, as the target of the acts I am accused of by those who dare not face me with the deceptions they used to place me out of their lives, and yours.
I rest my case before Creator, and when it is His Time, those who use those ugly deceptions will be brought to light, along with their deceptions.
I'd love to be a living part of your life, dear daughter. But, as it is, Creator has not ordained that to be. And, I need to learn to accept His Will, and be patient, and abiding in Him, for even that great desire.
Sweet daughter, whom I love so dearly, blessings be upon you, and the Grace of Creator comfort you, and His Truth uphold you, and His Perseverance fill your heart with Living Joy.
Peace, my daughter.
Papa
In that story, I believe that I was led to show a struggle within the ark of Noah, when his one son, Ham, and those who were determined to continue the forbidden worship of spirit-beings that had caused Man and animal to so err from Creator's Way that it brought on the Great Flood. In the final chapter of this story, which is actually the main part of the book, the two main animal characters, Horse and Ostrich, or "Osterich," as I name the particular character in the story, are mortal enemies, for one, Horse, was Adam's working partner, and Eve's was Ostrich, which had endeared itself to Eve when Adam was absent so much from her side, literally over-doing the work of making order in the Garden of Eden, which Creator had said he should do.
In the story, Satan uses Ostrich to beguile Eve to do the one act that would cause her to lose eternal Life. But, Ostrich was itself disastrously tricked into its part of beguiling Eve. The story developed faster than my comprehension to understand all the actions that were going on in it, and it was as if my hand were forming words and sentences that I had not first thought of. Perhaps it is a Divine revelation, to a point, but it actually does portray a time that is very little represented in the only place that has any reliable record of Pre-Flood Earth Human life.
May this little token of my love and appreciation that you, Joy, are a gift from Creator in my life, and one who I cannot ever think of, or consider in any manner, as the target of the acts I am accused of by those who dare not face me with the deceptions they used to place me out of their lives, and yours.
I rest my case before Creator, and when it is His Time, those who use those ugly deceptions will be brought to light, along with their deceptions.
I'd love to be a living part of your life, dear daughter. But, as it is, Creator has not ordained that to be. And, I need to learn to accept His Will, and be patient, and abiding in Him, for even that great desire.
Sweet daughter, whom I love so dearly, blessings be upon you, and the Grace of Creator comfort you, and His Truth uphold you, and His Perseverance fill your heart with Living Joy.
Peace, my daughter.
Papa
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