tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12373280590618927772024-03-19T15:54:41.749-07:00Putting The Pen To PaperAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893612847036835389noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237328059061892777.post-72473236710768265632014-08-16T13:51:00.001-07:002014-08-16T14:20:25.198-07:00Madi P. and the Merry Monkeys<div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;">
<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a story about a girl
named Madilynn and her trusty pal, Granola. Madilynn was five years
old and loved adventures; particularly those that involved nature.
Granola had been with Madilynn as long as she could remember and made
sure to stay close to her side on all of her great adventures. They
were a team. Where ever Madilynn went, Granola went, too. If she
couldn't, she sat in Madilynn's room, watching out her bedroom window
and waiting, rather impatiently, until she returned. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
day had started just like any other Saturday. Granola woke up with
the sun and jumped on Madilynn's bed, straddling her shoulders as she
promptly made sure there were no cookie crumbs left from the night
before. Granola took her morning face licking job very seriously and
did not stop until Madilynn gave up with lots of giggles and snorts.
“Oh Granola, you silly dog! You slobbered all over my face! Now
what am I going to do with you?” She stood up and put one hand on
her hip with a smile on her face. “Hmmm…” She tapped the side
of her head, thinking very hard. Just then, she heard a noise
outside her window. It sounded like a parade. “But who would be
playing music at this time?” Madi asked herself. It was only six in
the morning. She pulled the curtain from the window as she and
Granola looked outside. They couldn't believe their eyes! Marching
down the street was a band of monkeys. “MONKEYS!” Madilynn
squealed as Granola yelped in excitement. “I can't believe it!
Hurry, Granola! Let's see where they're going!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
ran around the room, gathering her supplies and tossing them in her
back pack as she shouted, “Magnifying glass, CHECK! Butterfly net,
CHECK! Tweezers, CHECK! Compass, double CHECK!” Granola bounded
around the room in a frenzy, looking in every nook and cranny. She
grabbed her ball and dropped it into the backpack. “Oh Granola! You
silly dog!” Madilynn giggled as she grabbed her umbrella, just in
case. She looked at Granola and said, “You never know when you'll
get caught in a rain storm! We want to be prepared for anything and
everything.” She winked and nodded as she headed to the kitchen.
She came back with a jar of peanut butter, a box of crackers and two
bananas; one for her and one for Granola. In no time at all, they
were out the door and down the street, following the sound of the
music.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif; font-size: large;">Madilynn
and Granola quickly noticed that this was no ordinary parade where
everyone marched in unison, and these most certainly were not
ordinary monkeys. Actually, Madi had never even seen a real live
monkey before and thought for a moment that it was a bit peculiar,
but was happy that they had come to visit just the same.</span></div>
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were ten monkeys in all. She counted them, just to be sure, which was
quite difficult, because they were running and dancing around, like,
well...wild monkeys! Her head bobbed around as she counted each one.
“One, Two, Three... Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight... Nine, TEN! Ten
monkeys!” she yelled. Madilynn and Granola looked around in
amazement as they realized that they not only were singing and
dancing, but each monkey played an instrument, too!</span></span></div>
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laughed and clapped as one big, fuzzy one was banging on a drum.
</span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM!</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The
others tooted their horns, shook tambourines, and squeaked on kazoos.
Then they all started to sing a song. It went a little bit like
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'M
A MONKEY, YOU'RE A MONKEY!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">IN
A MONKEY WORLD...WE LIVE!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">JOIN
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">AROUND
THE WORLD ...WE GO!”</span></span></div>
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and Granola followed the band down the street and were surprised that
hardly anybody in town seemed to notice them. </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Maybe
they’re still sleeping, </i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">she
thought. After all, it was just a little past six in the morning.
Most people slept in on the weekend. “Not us!” Madilynn said as
she winked at Granola and patted her head. They liked to get a jump
on the day and start their adventures as early as possible.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
and Granola were curious to see where the monkeys were going, so they
decided to march behind them down the street. Soon their little
parade made its way to the outskirts of town.</span></span></div>
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something caught Madilynn's eye, off in the distance. It was unlike
anything they had ever seen before. “Granola, LOOK!” Madilynn
yelled as she pointed in the distance. “It's a ZEPPELIN!” As if
seeing a band of monkeys marching through town was not enough, it
seemed that the universe had provided another great phenomenon for
them to behold. They stood there in the street, awestruck. It looked
like a cross between a submarine and a hot air balloon. Madilynn had
seen a picture of one once in a giant book at the library. Then, it
had seemed like make-believe, but now she could see one for real,
right in front of her and Granola's eyes! She could hardly contain
her excitement. The size was as big as a circus tent, decorated in
bright, happy colors of blue, red and yellow. “This must be a
dream!” she said to Granola. Suddenly, Madilynn pinched herself and
yanked on Granola's tail. Granola yelped. “Sorry, Granola. I was
just checking to make sure we weren't dreaming. You know I love you.”
Granola's tail wagged, as if to say that she forgave her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Slowly
and carefully the two marched forward, as if in a daze. “Wow,
Granola, I never thought I would see a real zeppelin before! Did
you?” Madilynn liked to talk to Granola as if she would speak back
to her. She knew that she couldn't talk, but somehow she always made
her feel safe. Madilynn trusted her and knew she wouldn't steer her
wrong. Granola roofed twice as if to say, “Let’s go!” and so
they continued to march on.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As
they got closer, she could see some colorful tents and a creek
nearby. “What a neat little camping spot!” she told Granola. They
loved to camp, but hadn't been since the summer before.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">She
was so busy looking at the scenery that she hadn't noticed that the
monkeys had suddenly stopped playing. They were chattering amongst
themselves and packing up their instruments. She and Granola looked
around and saw that the monkeys came in all different colors, shapes,
and sizes. There were fat ones and skinny ones, brown ones and white
ones, and even a tiny one that seemed to her to be the most
interesting one of all. He was looking at them and talking to the
others, and then he started to walk toward them.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hi!
My name's Mango! What's yours?” asked the tiny monkey. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm
Madilynn Paige, but you can call me Madi P. for short, and this is my
pal, Granola! She's a little bit shy at first.” Madilynn patted
Granola on the head. “She gets nervous when meeting strangers for
the first time,” she explained. Just then, Mango did something that
made Madilynn burst with laughter. He smiled and walked right up to
Granola, putting her nose in his hands and giving her a great big
kiss! It surprise Granola just a little bit, but she loved kisses so
much that she promptly licked Mango's face in return. Soon her tail
was wagging so hard, you would have thought that they had been
friends for years. “Well, for cryin' out loud in the summer time!”
Madilynn shouted. “I have never seen Granola act like that to a
stranger! You must really be special!” Madilynn was glad that
Granola liked Mango. She had good instincts about people; instincts
you could trust. Madilynn supposed that her instincts about monkeys
were just as good.</span></span></div>
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long, Mango was showing Madilynn and Granola around the camp site
like he was their designated tour guide. He explained that they were
just visiting the area and would be shoving off in a couple of days.
This piqued their curiosity and Madilynn and Granola wondered where
they were planning to go next.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
day flew by quickly, as they had fun flying kites, catching
butterflies, and telling stories. Soon, they found themselves sitting
around the camp fire roasting sausages on sticks.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
was a curious monkey and thought that Madilynn seemed very
intelligent for a human of her size. “Madi P., I was wondering,
just how old are you?” he asked. “You seem so wise, but look very
young.” Madilynn laughed. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today
I'm five years old, but tomorrow is my birthday and then I will be
six!” she said with excitement. Madilynn always thought that
birthdays were so much fun. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
then shook both of her hands at once and said to her, “My dear
child, tomorrow we must have a birthday party, but today you must
first make a wish!” Madilynn smiled and closed her eyes for a
moment to concentrate on what to wish for. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
broke her concentration by gently tapping her on her shoulder, “Oh
Miss Madilynn, you must share your wish with all of us, or you will
not receive it.” He motioned for her to stand up in front of the
group, smiling to encourage her to share her birthday wish. Madilynn
stood up and took a deep breath. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
wish I could have....a ….giant....blueberry as big as my head!”
she blurted out. Quickly, she covered her mouth with both hands, her
eyes open wide. She couldn't believe she had uttered the words. </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>What
an incredibly crazy wish</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">,
she thought. Madilynn had never shared her birthday wish before. It
had always been a big, fat secret. But this time, Mango told her that
she must share, and share she did. Slowly, she let her hands fall to
her sides and a smile came to her face as all the monkeys clapped
their hands. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yay!
Woohoo!” The monkeys hooped and hollered, as one shook a
tambourine, and one banged a drum. Then all at once, they started to
sing...</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'M
A MONKEY, YOU'RE A MONKEY!</span></span></div>
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A MONKEY WORLD...WE LIVE!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">JOIN
US ON OUR JOURNEY!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">AROUND
THE WORLD ...WE GO!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">That
night, before Madilynn and Granola headed for home, Mango presented
her with a special gift. “Dear Miss Madilynn, today we have the
pleasure to call you friend and tomorrow we will have a party in your
honor! I offer to you a treasure, found on one of my many
explorations!” She looked down and saw him holding a beautiful pink
seashell. He gently placed it in her hands and said thoughtfully,
“You must listen with your heart and you will always find the
truth.” Madilynn promised to always treasure the beautiful pink
seashell and keep it safe. She thanked Mango and all the monkeys for
their hospitality before setting off for home.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Later
that night while she lay in her comfy bed, Madilynn thought of all
the days' events. It almost seemed like a dream, but she was certain
that it was not. She giggled to herself as Granola started to snore
at the foot of her bed. Madilynn could hardly wait for the next day
to come. She knew that it was going to be the best birthday yet.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
was awakened by her trusty friend, Granola, washing her face the next
morning. She loved that dog so much. Granola had been by her side
since the day she was born and they were best friends; always had
been and always will be.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
wiped the slobber from her cheeks and the sleep from her eyes as she
yawned. “Boy, was I sleepy,” she said. She stretched and looked
around the room. Her eyes rested on the pretty pink sea shell on her
bedside table. Suddenly, she woke up from her dreamy fog and
remembered the day before more clearly. “What was it the monkey
told me yesterday?” she asked out loud, as if Granola would tell
her the answer. She closed her eyes to think. “Oh Yeah! I know! He
said </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>you
must listen with your heart and you will always find the truth.</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Hmmm....I wonder what that means?” she asked herself, as she tapped
her mouth in concentration. She reached for the sea shell and brought
it close to her ear, her eyes wide with curiosity. Her eyes got as
big as silver dollars. “Oh Granola, you should hear this!”
Granola's ears perked up in attention as her tail thumped on the bed
in excitement. Madilynn heard the ocean waves whooshing alongside a
beach coming from inside the seashell. </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Whoosh,
whoosh, whoosh</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">,
ever so softly and gently to her ear. Then, she thought she heard a
voice. She wasn't sure, thinking that maybe she had imagined it. She
put the seashell up to her other ear, to see if she could hear any
better out of that one. “Granola! You have GOT to hear this!” She
put the sea shell up to Granola's ear for her to hear, and then
quickly yanked it back to her own. “It's someone talking! I just
know it is! He's asking for our help, Granola! Oh my!” she said
worriedly. “He must be stuck in there!” she said. “Oh, Granola,
we have to do something before it’s too late!” Granola yelped
once, as if to say, “Yes!” and off they went.</span></span></div>
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her back pack thrown over one shoulder, still wearing her nightgown
and slippers, Madilynn was out the door and down the street as fast
as her little feet would take her. Granola scampered by her side,
tail wagging and tongue panting in anticipation. Granola wasn't so
sure about this expedition, but she knew that she must go just in
case Madilynn needed her, and so she followed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
began to speak to Granola, as if to explain what all the fuss was
about. “Now Granola, I know what you must be thinking, but we have
to talk to Mango! We need to tell him that there is someone stuck in
that sea shell! Maybe he will know what to do. If anybody knows, he
will!” She nodded her head, trying to convince herself as well as
Granola that she wasn't crazy. “I'm sure of it, Granola! Don't you
worry! Every thing's going to be alright!”</span></span></div>
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Madilynn and Granola followed their noses and tried to remember how
they got to the monkey camp site the day before. It had all happened
so fast and she wasn't really sure where to go. Just then, she saw a
tiny, brightly colored flag flying in the distance, waving like a
long lost friend. She hadn't noticed it the day before, but now she
knew it must be the place. The flag was yellow and red and blue, just
like the zeppelin! She patted Granola's head. “See, Granola? There
it is! We're getting close! And you thought we were lost! Silly dog!
You know I always bring my compass, just in case we need it!” she
reassured Granola. Madilynn didn't mention the time when they went
hunting for bullfrogs and completely got bamboozled. She was so
excited; she could barely contain herself as she pointed to the
little flag, “Granola, quick! Let's go!”</span></span></div>
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found Mango down by the creek sitting on a stump, fishing for
breakfast. “Hi guys!” he said, as he waved to them. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh
Mango,” Madilynn started. “I'm so glad I found you! Something is
wrong! Something is terribly wrong!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dear,
dear,” he said. “Come sit down and tell me what is troubling you,
child.” Mango had a way of making her feel better and she didn't
know why. He just had that way about him, she guessed.</span></span></div>
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sat on the ground in front of him and took a deep breath, trying to
calm herself. “Mango, I know this might sound crazy, but…well, I
heard someone in the seashell you gave me last night. At first I
heard the ocean, because, you know that if you listen to a sea shell,
you will hear the ocean, and I did.” She paused. “But then, I
heard a voice. I heard someone calling for help! Oh, Mango, what can
we do?” Madilynn pleaded with Mango to help. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">There,
there, child. Don't be distraught. This day is a day of celebration.
Is it not?” Madilynn thought for a moment, and then remembered that
it was her birthday. She had completely forgotten all about it! Then
she looked down and realized that she was still wearing her pajamas
and was a little bit embarrassed. “Oh my goodness! It is my
birthday! I completely forgot,” she said. “I guess I forgot to
get dressed, too,” she blushed. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not
a problem, my dear child!” he said, as he patted her hand. “We
have a birthday tradition! We will give you a ceremonial birthday
dress! Then we will sing and dance and make a big feast!” Mango
stood up and quickly clapped his hands twice to summon two more
monkeys. In no time at all, they were standing in front of him,
bowing in servitude. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">At
your service, Sir,” they said in unison. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My
dear friends, today is a joyful day! It is this dear child's
birthday! Please see to it that she is dressed in the ceremonial
birthday dress and given her some refreshment! Don't forget her
trusty companion, Granola! She will require food and drink as well,”
he said cheerfully.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango's
friends gently took her by the hand and led her and Granola to one of
the colorful tents. They gave her a dress to change into made of
beautiful silk fabric in colors of red, blue and purple. Madilynn had
never seen a dress so pretty and felt very special.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
she had changed, the monkeys gave her a silver goblet of fresh
squeezed orange juice to quench her thirst and a bowl of water for
Granola. One monkey combed and braided her hair, while the other
played music on his ukulele. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
began to get sleepy and looked around the tent for a spot to rest.
She noticed a cot, just her size with a little velvet pillow. It
looked so inviting that she thought she might like to lay down for a
nap. She realized that in all the excitement, she and Granola had
missed their nap-time the day before, and suddenly she could barely
keep her eyes open. She thanked the monkeys for being so nice to her
and Granola and asked for a little quiet time to rest. Soon Madilynn
was curled up on the cot like a sleepy cat. Granola quickly took her
cue and crawled underneath the tiny bed and rolled herself up in a
ball. In two shakes of a lamb’s ear, they both were snoring like a
couple of polar bears.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
awoke to wet doggy kisses. Granola was licking her face,
unmercifully, trying to wake her up. </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I
must have slept a long time</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">,
she thought. “Ok, ok, Granola! I'm awake,” she said sleepily.
Madilynn tried to remember where she was, when the smell of smoked
turkey entered the tent. “Oh, Granola! I'm so hungry! Aren't you?”
Granola nodded and wagged her tail in agreement. Granola definitely
thought it was time to eat. They got up and shook the sleep from
their eyes. “Man, was I tired. I wonder where Mango is?” she
asked, looking toward Granola.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
an instant, as if he'd been summoned by a bell, Mango appeared at the
entrance of the tent. “Good afternoon, my dears! Did you have a
nice rest?” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes,
thank you, Mango,” she said. “We had a lovely nap. Now could we
please talk about the person in the sea shell?” she asked Mango,
sweetly. “It sounds like he needs our help, don't you think?”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh
yes, of course, my dear child,” he said politely. “You see, some
riddles take time to be solved and time must pass before they can be
answered. Please, let me take a listen to that sea shell and see if I
can hear anything that can shed some light on the situation.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
took the sea shell out of her backpack and gently handed it to Mango.
“Hmm, hmm, mmhmm, very interesting,” he said as he nodded and
handed the sea shell back to Madilynn. “Did you hear him? The man?
Did he say anything to you?” Madilynn implored. Mango gently put
his hand up and waved it side to side. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dear
child, you must calm down. If you let your emotions take control of
you, the truth will not be revealed to us so clearly.” He raised a
finger, as if to hush her and said, “There is only one thing to do
if you want to save the person you hear in the seashell. We must go
where the seashell came from and there we will find the voice that
beckons you.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
looked at Granola and Granola looked back at Madilynn. “Does that
mean you will take us?” she asked Mango. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He
nodded his head and smiled as he said, “Of course I will! I would
love nothing more than to return to that area of the world. The
crystal blue waters, delicious fruits, and sandy beaches are like
nothing you’ve ever seen before. This truly will be a trip to
remember!” he said thoughtfully. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ok,
then! Let's go!” Madilynn shouted. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes,
dear child. We will go. But not before we feast!” Mango said,
laughing a big belly laugh.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
led them to the other monkeys, where they were cooking and playing
joyful music. Madi had never smelled anything quite so amazing. She
could see all of her favorite foods; smoked turkey legs, blueberries,
mangoes, and even banana pie! “Banana pie!” She squealed in
delight. “My favorite!” She and granola danced around in
excitement and could hardly wait to eat. They had worked up quite an
appetite. Madilynn was happy to see that Granola was enjoying
herself, too. “Yes,” she told Granola, “we will go where the
sea shell came from later… but not before we feast!” she giggled.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Before
they ate, Mango took Madilynn and Granola around to introduce them to
all of his friends and made them feel welcome. It was as if she had
known them all for a very long time. She couldn't put her finger on
it, but she was sure that Mango was a very special monkey. She was
glad to be his friend.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ding,
Ding, Ding!</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Someone was clanging a spoon on the back of a metal plate to get
their attention. She guessed it was something like a dinner bell.
They all took a place around a long table. Madilynn had never eaten
at a table of this size and thought for a moment that this must be
how the nobles felt when they feasted in the grand castles. She
imagined herself a princess, feasting with the monkeys and her best
pal, Granola.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
had even given Granola a turkey leg of her own and let her sit at her
feet, just like she did at home. Madilynn, Granola, and all the merry
monkeys ate until their bellies were so full that they couldn't even
think of taking another bite.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
the meal, Madilynn needed to get up and move around a little bit, or
else she knew she would get sleepy. She and Granola danced around and
played games with the monkeys until they could dance no more. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
sat down to rest when she saw the little flag flying on top of the
zeppelin in the distance. “Let's take a walk and get a closer look
at that zeppelin,” she whispered into Granola's floppy ear.
Madilynn was an inquisitive child and this time was no different. She
wanted to explore a bit.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">While
they were eating, Madilynn noticed two colorful birds perched outside
the zeppelin. It was almost as if they were guarding it. She thought
now was the perfect time to investigate, while everyone was busy
singing and dancing. They walked toward the zeppelin and saw that it
was tied down like a tent, with ropes. The two colorful birds were
parrots, perched at the entrance. They were bobbing their heads up
and down, squawking back and forth. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Squawk!
Looks like a little girl and her dog,” squawked the one on the
right. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Squawwk!
Wonder what they want!” squawked the other.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Treasure!
Diamonds and gold!” squawked the first again. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We
don't have any stinking treasure!” squawked the bird on the left. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who
knows what little girls want?” squawked the right one. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe
she's nice, maybe she's not!” squawked the other. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We
Shall see!” the birds squawked in unison.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
and Granola looked at each other in surprise. It sounded as if these
birds didn't trust her very much. </span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Who
can blame them?</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">
she thought. They certainly didn't know her and Granola. “It's only
natural to be wary of strangers,” she said out loud. Madilynn
decided to try and get to know them and so they headed in that
direction. The closer they got, the faster the parrots bobbed up and
down. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOOK,
here they come! Look! Here they come!” they squawked together. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hi,
my name is Madilynn and this is my trusty pal, Granola! Don't worry,
she likes birds,” Madilynn said sweetly to the parrots. She could
tell they were a wee bit nervous about Granola and she understood,
somehow. They were birds after all, and Granola was a dog, though a
very well-behaved one.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So,
why are you two way over here?” Madilynn asked. “Don't you want
to sing and eat with the rest of them?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">One
of the birds squawked, “Watchin' the ship! Watchin' the ship!” </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keepin'
it safe! Keepin' it safe!” squawked the other. They bobbed up and
down and said no more. Madilynn and Granola could see that the birds
took their job rather seriously and decided to leave them be and head
back to join the others.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">When
they got closer, Mango ran up to her. “Come, come dear! We are
ready to sit around the bonfire now! Then I will share our idea.”
He winked as he said this and motioned for her and Granola to follow
him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
other monkeys were talking merrily amongst themselves while one
played the flute. Mango patted a stump for her to sit on and she sat
and listened. The music was mesmerizing and seemed to take her to a
faraway place.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">From
across the bonfire, she saw Mango stand on a stump and clap his
hands. He raised his arms up in the air to gather everyone's
attention as a quiet hush filled the air.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
began to speak.</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My
dear friends, I would like to share with you a story; A true story
that I had almost forgotten, until Madilynn came to visit us today.
Long ago there was an island that was said to be more beautiful than
any man or beast had ever seen, but it was rumored to have a spell
cast upon it. For this reason it remained virtually uninhabited.
Well, I was young and very stubborn about some things. I didn't
believe in magic and the like so I was unimpressed by these silly
rumors. Then there came a time during my many explorations when I
grew bored of ordinary places and decided to gather a few of my
friends together for a voyage. We all threw caution to the wind and
set sail for the lost Isle of Sinaugwa. We all were young and full of
hope and promise. We didn’t have a worry in the world and weren’t
going to let a few old wives’ tales deter us. We set off for a
grand adventure.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It
took us sixteen days to reach her and what we found was a site for
sore eyes. The island had the most fertile ground that we had ever
seen. The fruits and vegetables grew wild and plentiful; sweeter and
even tangier than any we had tasted. The trees were bigger and even
the birds' songs were prettier than any we had ever heard.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now,
my friends, before this particular voyage, I didn't believe in fairy
tales and the like. But after seeing the size of the bees and the
butterflies there, I knew I had witnessed something not of this
world. The bumble bees were the size of your fist! The butterflies
even larger! I began to think I was suffering from heat stroke and
was beginning to see things. I chalked it up to being over tired and
hungry, quickly retiring myself below deck to get some much needed
shut eye.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometime
during the night, I was awoken by a commotion. The crew was having an
argument above deck and had called a meeting. Then someone motioned
for a vote. Evidently, someone got spooked and now they were all
ready to go home. Long story short, I was out-voted. I never found
out what they saw, but from the look of fright in their eyes, I
imagined it was no small thing.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
respected the crew's vote and agreed to set sail in the morning. And
that was that. I honestly thought that the oddities about the island
were just a geographical phenomenon, and of no danger to us. But,
whatever caused everything to grow at a greater size and pace than
what we were accustomed had spooked the crew and they had had enough
of it. Like I said, I was out-voted, so we planned to set sail for
home at first light.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now,
mind you, it had been a tradition of mine to take something from each
of my adventures to share with the family and friends back home and
this time was no different. That night before I retired back to my
bunk, I saw something glistening by the moonlight in the distance. I
decided to take a quick stroll on the beach and find out what was
attracting the moon's attention. What I found was a beautiful pink
sea shell. It seemed to shine from the inside out. The reflection of
the moon seemed magical against its pearly surface. I knew that this
would be my treasure from the long lost Isle of Sinaugwa to share
with the folks back home. I quickly tossed it in my satchel and
headed back to the ship.”</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Over
the years, I had pretty much forgotten about the sea shell, but kept
it around for old time's sake. Then, when I met Madilynn and she told
me about her birthday, I searched in my things for a gift. I found it
at the bottom of my chest and figured it might give the girl a bit of
good luck, so I gave it to her as a birthday present. Well, today she
came to me, not in joy, but in fear, telling me that she had heard a
voice in it!” Hearing this, the monkeys gasped and grew restless
and began murmuring back and forth.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
motioned for them to hush and continued. “My dear friends, I speak
to you tonight, not only to tell you of this story about a long lost
island and its treasures, but to implore you to embark on a very
important expedition. Our young friend, Madilynn, has discovered that
someone is in need of our help. I believe this someone is on the Isle
of Sinaugwa. Now I am asking each and every one of you for your
assistance and trust in me to take you to this island and bring you
back again in once piece.” </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just
then someone yelled from the back, “I motion for a vote! All in
favor say Aye!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
one loud yell the entire band of monkeys and Madilynn yelled, “Aye!”
It was unanimous! They were heading for the Island of Sinaugwa and
she and Granola were going to help that person, if it was the last
thing they did!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
monkeys jumped up and down, singing as they hooped and hollered.
Then, just like she and Granola did the day before, everyone began to
run around in a fury. They banged pots and pans as they went around
filling satchels and crates as fast as they could.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Madilynn
could scarcely believe it. They were going on a voyage with a band of
monkeys, and riding in a zeppelin, no less! She chuckled to herself.
It was almost too much for her to take in. Then she looked down at
her trusty companion, Granola, and knew everything was going to be
alright. As long as they stuck together, nothing would go wrong. She
believed that with all her might. She had to.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mango
found his way back to Madilynn's side and grabbed her hand, patting
it. “Don't you worry, my dear! We will find your friend and have
him safe and sound in no time, no time at all!” The buzz of the
monkeys was so loud, Madilynn could barely hear Mango telling her all
about the zeppelin as she boarded it. She heard the parrots squawk,
though. </span></span>
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“<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Girl
and her dog! Girl and her dog!” they squawked together as the crew
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can't wait to show you the cabins!” Mango said excitedly. “You
and Granola will have one of your own, of course. The zeppelin is a
thing of beauty,” he continued proudly, just like he was captain of
a ship. “It's a bit like a submarine, except that it flies. You
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showed Madilynn and Granola to their cabin and asked one of the
monkeys to give them both a snack and a drink to help them relax
before bed. Madilynn looked around her and thought the cabin looked a
bit like those in old passenger trains, so perfectly neat and
compact. Granola stretched and slid down by her feet, yawning, as
Madilynn she sat and patted her head. “Yes, Granola it’s time for
bed. And yes, this has been the best birthday ever, hasn't it?”
Madilynn felt like the luckiest girl in the world and knew that with
Granola by her side, she could do anything she set her mind to. </span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893612847036835389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237328059061892777.post-923217418120647862014-08-02T15:11:00.003-07:002014-08-02T15:20:13.858-07:00SandyBig sister memories from the little one's point of view....<br />
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Matching lavender Easter dresses and sneezy pictures taken by dad.<br />
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Cheesy Egg Bake concoction made lovingly by you every Christmas morning<br />
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Comedy routines for Gramma after Grampa Gregory died. We all laughed until we cried.<br />
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You saying to me, "say, split pea soup ten times fast", and I did.<br />
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Sleeping on army cots in red plaid sleeping bags in Idaho. Waking up to chilly mornings and the smell of coffee and bacon on the fire by dad. Us kids sporting black sticky marshmallow faces from the night before.<br />
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You hiding your face in a pillow while we bounced up the edge of the mountain in dad's 4-door pink International "pickem up" truck.<br />
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Sharing clothes, make-up and Seventeen magazines as we were teenagers.<br />
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Me feeling awfully special to be able to learn to play the tenor sax that you bought with your paper route money and you being so nice to let me use it.<br />
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Me wanting to grow up to be as funny, smart and talented as my big sister. You were forever fearless.<br />
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We were and always will be, best friends. We shared a bedroom for almost 10 years, we shared a home for 18, and we will always share a piece of each other's heart.<br />
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I hope this birthday made you feel as special as you are.<br />
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May you never forget to dream and always believe that they can come true!<br />
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I love you and the person you have grown up to be; strong, loving and kind <3<br />
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Shelly<br />
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Her heart was at the cabin. She longed to feel the cool October air and to smell baked apples in the oven. Sitting on the padded bench near the window, a soft wool scarf wrapped around her shoulders, she let her imagination take her there. Closing her eyes and listening to the crackle of the fireplace, she willed herself to go to the cabin. She could almost taste the apple crisp.<br />
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It was October 31st, 1975. They were nestled in a tiny little cabin, just outside the town of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Mom and dad had found this place while roaming the countryside on a weekend road trip during the summer. Mom had the nerve to ask dad to knock at the door and ask the folks if they would mind renting their cabin for a long weekend with the kids. The little elderly couple kindly obliged, saying they needed to visit the grand kids anyway. So, in the blink of an eye, a dream was born.</div>
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Mom and dad were city kids who loved country life and did all they could to share their love of the great outdoors with us. This included nature walks, gardening, camping and the occasional story about how things were, back in the "good ol' days". Nothing could compare to the weekend at the cabin. You see, this cabin was all natural, meaning...no electricity or running water. Being kids, we didn't really think about all the times we turned a light on, used the faucet, or flushed the toilet. Those things had always been there and it was just the way things were. Things were different at the cabin.<br />
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I had first been introduced to an outhouse during a camping trip and had pretty much decided that I'd rather piss in the dirt. The thought of any creepy crawly thing just waiting for a nice bite of my behind, was enough to make darn sure I didn't need to go number two for several days. That was during the summer, when we could take a shovel and dig a hole and cover it up. Now, it was October in Wyoming and the dirt was frozen like a rock already. There was no digging holes. I had to get friendly with the outhouse. I decided that, if wild animals didn't like fire, then snakes and bugs probably didn't either. So, I brought myself a candle, nestled in a jar and set it on the ground next to me. Sure enough, the little buggers scattered.<br />
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Since there was no electricity, that definitely meant no TV or radio. We were forced to entertain ourselves. Luckily, mom had thought ahead and brought some yarn, a crochet hook, some books, and all of our musical instruments to keep us occupied. My Gramma had taught me how to do the chain stitch, years before and that's as far as it went. I decided to make the world's longest chain. I figured I could string bells on it for a Christmas decoration or something. While I had the yarn and crochet hook in my hands I could almost feel my Gramma next to me. I sure wished I had been more patient and learned more. Maybe I could have made mittens or a hat. There was something therapeutic about working with my hands in front of the fire. I knew this must have been what my Gramma had felt like when she was a kid.<br />
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I soon realized that being at the cabin wasn't some form of Chinese torture, but actually kinda nice. I had always loved a fireplace and since we didn't have one at home, it was special. The fire was magical. The warmth, the smell, the crackling sounds and all the colors seemed to warm my entire being and calm me like nothing else had before. I wanted to sit near the fire and look at it for hours.<br />
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After a while of creating the worlds longest chain, I began to lose interest and decided to dig through the box of books mom had brought. I found one that I had started, but never finished called, "Little Women". I re-positioned myself in the window seat and wrapped a blanket around myself.</div>
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I sat mesmerized by the beauty of what I saw next. There was a deer about 10 yards from the door. She seemed to be looking for food, nuzzling the earth. I had never seen a deer so close before. At this distance, I could clearly see the thick frost on her whiskers and her foggy breath shoot from her nose as she snorted at the air. Oh, how I wished to go out and touch her. But, I knew that the squeak of the door would have scared her off, so I watched quietly from the window.<br />
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Then out of nowhere, there was a shot. My head rang like the clanging of a dinner bell. I clasped my ears and closed my eyes, fearing the worst. My brain raced around like a mouse in a maze, lost. Somebody must of broke in, wanting food or money. "Oh poor daddy! I hope he's not hurt!" My eyes saw what had happened, but my heart could not believe it. The beautiful deer that was standing before me, was now laying down in a red snowy blanket. I couldn't believe my eyes. My dad stood over it, shotgun in hand. My mind ran out of control. “I didn't know he could shoot! Where in the world did he get that gun? Why did he have to go and kill her?” I wanted to puke.<br />
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I felt my feet running, but my head was somewhere else. Racing to the woods with tears pouring out of my eyes, like an endless faucet, I screamed. "I hate him, I hate him! Why did he have to do that? I'll never eat deer as long as I live! Never, never, never!"<br />
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I ran till my legs would no longer take me and I fell on my knees and clasped my face in my hands and sobbed. Nobody I had loved had ever died before and now, in an instant it had happened right before my eyes. I was mortified.<br />
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My heart ached and pounded in my chest. Slowly I scooped up some snow and washed my face with it, trying to calm myself. Shaking from the shock and the cold, I looked down and realized that I was barefoot. I wrapped the blanket around my frosty feet and leaned back against a giant pine tree that must have been there for a hundred years. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the pine. Just then, I heard a twig snap close by and opened my eyes. It was a baby deer. It looked at me and snorted, as if to say he was ok. It was beautiful and serene. I wondered if I could give him a hug with my eyes,and if he would understand. In an instant, he bowed his head and turned, skipping up the hill, as fast as he'd appeared. I knew then, that this was the way life was in the wild. Mother Nature shared her bounty with us and we were to be grateful and respect the earth.<br />
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I stood up and followed my own footsteps back to the cabin. I knew that daddy would be looking for me and it would be dark very soon. I started to run, like a deer in the woods, scampering over the rocks and the snow, feeling freer than I had ever felt before.</div>
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It was six weeks to the day, when Mama Kitty ran off. It had started sprinkling outside and my Darling Love ever so gently, scooped up her box and moved it out of the rain. That did it. She was miffed by all the commotion and took off like a shot in the night. There was much to do and all she wanted was to not be disturbed.</div>
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Three days later she showed up, skinny, hungry and thirsty. We were all relieved to see that she had born her babies, but a wee bit concerned as to the whereabouts of them. My Darling Love assured me that nature had run its course and Mama Kitty would share her babies with us, when she saw fit. I waited, not so patiently, day after day, week after week.</div>
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Each time a storm would come I would fear the worst. What if she had those babies in the dry creek bed, past the field? They would surely be swept away with the quick current brought on by the rain. We also had owl's in the tree belt out back that would be hankering for a tiny morsel, such as a new born kitten, I'm sure. They weren't too picky. To them a field mouse or a kitten would taste just as sweet. Oh, the things my ever loving mind imagined over the weeks of not seeing or hearing any kittens.</div>
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I was sure that they were alive, at least a few, after close inspection of Mama Kitty's underbelly. She had definitely been suckled by at least three, maybe six, muddy babies. That was good news! They were alive! So I waited...and waited.</div>
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Then, night before last, my Darling Love said he heard kitties in the darkness. Blame it on too much loud music in my younger years, but Lord, I heard nothing but the hoot of an owl and the makings of a feline love-fest in the distance. As much as I peered out my bedroom window and cocked my head to listen, I heard nothing other than the leaves of the pear tree rustle and those hungry owls in the tree belt. I fell asleep, thinking he was sweet, but crazy.</div>
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Yesterday, I had opened the shades to the French doors, like I always do before getting the dog on the leash to go out and do her morning wiggle and romp in the grass. Poochy went crazy, whining, barking and hitting the door with her paws. Oh my Lord! There were three baby kitties sunning themselves next to their mama on the back patio! At least I thought there were. They ran so fast, at the sight of the dog trying to bust the glass to get to them, that it was all such a blur. I screamed, "Kittie's! We've got Kittie's!"</div>
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Heaven only knows why it was such a surprise to see three beautiful baby kitties snuggling so sweetly with their mama on my patio. We all knew they would show up, eventually. At least, I had hoped. There was always the possibility that some neighborhood rugrats would get their hands on them first and we wouldn't even get a sight of their cute, little, fuzzy faces. Of course, we had planned to give them all away, except for one. But the truth of the matter was, we weren't sure if we would even get the chance to do that. Lord knows, we don't need another mouth to feed around here. But, my oh my, the site of a kitty sure does bring a smile to one's face!</div>
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Here I am, giddy as a school girl, giggling and sneaking up to the window to catch a peek at those cats rolling around and batting at each other's noses. I just can't get enough! Mother Nature is so clever and wise. The way Mama Kitty knows just what to do to take care of her babies is really quite remarkable. After all, it wasn't so long ago that she was just a wee baby herself. Now look at her, all grown up with little ones of her own.</div>
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I could sit here and watch them forever and a day and never be bored. Now I understand why people get fed up and move to the country. They've figured out that it's the simple things in life that are so sweet.</div>
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Sitting here on this Mother's Day, I have laughed more and smiled much at the joy and wonder of a new Mama Kitty and her three precious babies. Life is good.</div>
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Although the day is cold, my heart is warm<br />
Glowing like the embers of a fire, red hot<br />
Burning deep inside, consuming my every thought and breath<br />
My mind spins as I find myself in your arms<br />
Knowing if we are miles apart, inside my soul, you are with me<br />
Space and time can never part us<br />
Our love roars like a fire<br />
Nothing stands in its way<br />
The universe has never seen a love such as this<br />
Together our hearts are entwined, like a vine<br />
Growing together, stronger than ever<br />
Your gentleness and strength encompass me<br />
In sweet embrace, my heart overflows<br />
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him. He knew her well. The neighborhood ruffian, who would leap at the chance
to rip a small animal to shreds. She had the nose of a bloodhound and the
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This camping business wasn't all it was cracked up to be. When she was a kid, she used to love huddling deep inside that old red sleeping bag and sleeping on a lumpy, old army cot. This was nothing like that. She had made a make-shift tent out of an old bed sheet and a broom handle. Thank God she was crafty. Mom had always said she could make something out of nothing. That was in the kitchen, not in the woods! In all of her wildest dreams, she never imagined that she would be making her bed on a pile of newspapers, like a bum. Where did she go wrong? </div>
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It all seemed like a blur. The bills, the marriage, the house....all swirling above her head like a silent tornado. Now she was left holding the pieces of her broken life, with nothing but her beautiful blue-eyed, girl. If it wasn't for her, she didn't know what she would do. She had to be strong for her, if nothing else. After all, she would always be her baby's mama and nobody could take that from her... nobody. </div>
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When they had talked about camping out at the park, they didn't have grandiose plans. They just figured, it was free and relatively safe. She had always told her daughter about the fun she had as a kid, camping with her family. She forgot to mention how she buried her head in her pillow as her dad bounded up the mountain in that pink International 4-door pickup, deathly afraid that she would somehow fall off the edge of the cliff. She had been petrified of heights, but that was nothing like this. She tried to put herself back there, reading her Seventeen magazine, without a care in the world. Life was so simple back then. Now all she could think about was, how dark this place was. Didn't they have street lights at the park? Every little snap of a twig put her on alert. She felt like a soldier on guard duty. She decided that she wouldn't sleep tonight. Instead, she would watch over her little girl and make sure she rested. Looking down at her face, she saw an angel. Her blonde hair glowing in the moonlight, resting peacefully. She was so brave and strong. She knew in her heart that they would make it through this together. This was just a minor setback, a hitch in her get-along. Everything was gonna be alright. She kept telling herself that. She had to. </div>
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I have to say that I have been recently obsessed with food and the makings thereof. How in the world did it get so complicated? In my quest to better my life and habits, I have realized two things. Number one, I'm getting older. Big surprise, I know. But hey, life is short and as a person who has had no health insurance benefits for the last year and who quite possibly could be in this boat for quite some time, this concerns me. Also, I realized that my physical health is greatly improved by making changes in the way I eat, drink, sleep, etc. For instance, I have bad knees. Ok, well they aren't so bad, but they seem to talk to me quite a lot and not in a friendly voice. So, I started to listen. I also started asking questions to people that knew a bit about this little conversation I was having with my knees, like my mom and my mother-in-law. Then I started doing my own research, if you will. Turns out, there's a lot of things you can do to avoid "cranky" knees. I tried to break it down into simple bites, so that it wouldn't be so overwhelming. I gave myself two things to do; avoid wheat and avoid dairy. Not hard, right? Ok, I'm not gonna lie. At first, when I was doing my shopping and looking at the ingredient lists of everything, I sort of panicked. Really? Tortillas? Cream of Mushroom soup? The list of wheat packed items was growing and growing....But, the funny thing was after about a week of not eating wheat or dairy I started to feel amazing. I mean, like my knees were not even my own anymore. Those 90 year old knees that invaded my body had taken a silent vacation and my uhmm...30 something, ok 40-ish knees, had come back to see me, if only for a moment or two. So, it wasn't such a terrible thing when I read on a box of crackers that it had wheat, because I knew if I just found an alternative, I would continue to feel better in the weeks, months, even years to come! So, yes my shopping trips took three times longer than before, but I left feeling good about my decisions and knew that I could eat anything that I purchased and know that it was good for me and it would nourish me and make me whole again. I will say in all honesty, that I have had some serious cravings for cheese. But, I have found that a little bit of the taste of cheese from my nutritional yeast flakes takes it away, as well as using olives and olive oil. I also try and find at least one thing healthy for me, that I have never tried before, each time I shop. This makes eating an adventure in healthy living and I feel pretty good about it. Now, the realization of getting older, isn't quite so scary and I look forward to growing old with style, grace and in good health.<br />
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If you would like to check out some of the recipes I've pinned on Pinterest, feel free to follow me here..<br />
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Daydreaming of the quaint Italian village of long ago, she is mesmerized by the memories. Hearing the laughter of children playing and the whispers of lovers, as they sip their morning coffees, gazing into each other's eyes. Startled by the tinkling of a bell from a bicycle, they scamper across the street.<br />
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Oh, to smell the sweet, buttery fragrance of freshly, baked bread in the air and hear the whinny of a horses pulling buggies one more time. The sweet, delicious thought of strolling through the winegrower's field barefoot in the night and stuffing her cheeks with grapes, brings a smile to her lips once more. The vision in her mind, makes her heart beat faster and her cheeks flush. To see the foggy mist in the morning as the sun came up over the purple hills, would be heaven.</div>
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The only sin would be to not share the beauty with her love. For a site such as this, could only be so beautiful when shared with the eyes of those with only the purest love in their hearts. Otherwise, such joy would be forever lost, like a song on deaf ears. For this reason, she swore she would only indulge in such sweetness, if her darling lover were there by her side. Otherwise, she would keep this place tucked away only in her memory.</div>
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With all of her heart and soul, she prayed to God for her sweet love to come back to her. She never believed that he would simply wander out of her life, like a ship lost at sea. She knew him too well, to think for one solitary second, that he would wake up one day loving her and then, mid-stream, change his mind and go on with his life, as if nothing had happened. She knew with all of her being that something horrible happened to him and he was unable to give her warning. Just as sure as the sun came up every morning, she knew that her beloved would walk into her life once again and tell her that he loved her now as ever. The story made perfect sense and she would tell anyone and everyone, who would stop to listen. Even for just a little bit.</div>
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After the initial shock of his absence, she began to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her mind. All of the things he told her.. In fact, she believed that his departure made perfect sense and he would arrive any day. It didn't matter to her whether she waited three months or three years. She was convinced that her lover had crept away quietly, only to protect her from evil and possible death. It wasn't a story too far-fetched to believe, when you considered the fact that their relationship flourished during the war and many were ripped from loves embrace, unwillingly. </div>
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Yet, to think she would still hold onto the mere belief of their love's true spirit for decades, is something some would say, would only be found in novels. But, as God is my witness, I am here to say this lady in love, still waits for her hearts desire, faithfully. In all my living born days, I have never seen anyone so devoted to an old flame as long as this, in his absence and still keep a smile on her face, through all her pitiful loneliness. The fact is, she no longer cries for him, except in her dreams. For then, she is only able to grasp the harsh reality that her lover may never return to her warmth embrace. But as painful as it may be, she still longs to sleep. For sleep is the only place she can see him and hold him, as she once did in the quiet, grape scented night, underneath the warm light of the moon. </div>
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But, as sure as sleep ends the day, she would wake each morning with a new belief in all things pure and beautiful. Many an hour was spent in the garden, where she could feel the earth with her hands and know that all was right in the world. Somehow, when she could see a sprout come forth from the ground with nothing more than water and sunlight, she believed in miracles. If this small seed could change into a tree, a flower or a piece of fruit, then all things were possible and she held onto hope. </div>
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Another joy of hers, was the time she took to sit on the porch in the evenings and listen to the music of the locusts as they sang like violins to the setting of the sun. Every sunset was a reminder of the times she sat with her lover under the sycamore tree and talked without a care in the world. She longed for the simple times again. She would think of the funny things he would say and how she would giggle and blush . He always loved to pretend he was from Texas. He was full-blooded Italian, but he could make you believe he was born in Texas with his accent. He was sure a funny fellow. He had such a vivid imagination. She loved that about him. The way he could transport her into another time and place. Maybe that's what happened. He went to another time and place and will be returning shortly for supper. She was sure, as the day is long. </div>
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