One Tiny TaleA Story by dawn aulisThis is the first story, in a series of childen's books I am working on. They are loosely based on my own family.One day Dawn Funny Bunny was
weeding in her vegetables when all of a sudden she heard a squeaky sound. She couldn’t imagine what could make this
silly sound so she decided to look around. Nothing in the lettuce, and
nothing near the chives, Dawn Funny rummaged through the radishes and found
nothing but some flies. Then she saw a
cabbage move and she knew she’d found her pest.
Dawn Funny pulled back the biggest leaf and there was a little nest. To her surprise the squeaky
sound became a tiny cry, from what had to be the smallest thing she ever had
chance to spy. It had to be a baby, but
what kind she did not know, someone must have put in here in hopes that it
would grow. Dawn Funny didn’t know what
to do, her heart said love it with all your might, but she was not sure, it
could bite. She watched the babe for
quite some time wondering what to do, and then she called her Old Mother Owl to
see if she might have a clue. Mother Owl was old and wise,
and she knew more than most, and when she gazed upon the child, “Keep it,” she
said real quick, then picked up the babe and headed for the house. Dawn Funny’s heart took a
leap “Love it” it cried once more. She
followed Mother Owl to the house and opened up the door. The tiny thing had ceased to cry in the old
owl’s wings, it was snuggled deep at peace and fast asleep.
Soon Dawn Funny’s husband
Bull Dog Bob came from work and let out a bounding roar, “I don’t want this
little thing, please get it out the door. Throw it in the garbage with all the other
junk. I just know that it will cry all
night I’ll never get to sleep, so just get rid of it now while it is still
asleep.” What to do, what to do Dawn
Funny thought de isn’t very pleased, then she heard a knock, an so she went to
check, it was her sister Prissy Sissy P***y Cat and her husband Gentle Joe
Gopher, Prissy Sissy took one look and let out a horrendous shriek, “it will
make such a mess and I know for sure it will be a pest!” Old Mother Owl stayed real
calm through all the fuss and noise, “keep it,” she said once more, and started
to run a bath. Prissy Sissy who liked
things clean said, “This is a chore for me, I’m not real sure about this thing,
but at least we’ll know it is clean.”
And so she went about her task of giving the babe its very first bath. It splashed and squealed and
giggled about and seemed to enjoy the fun. Gentle Joe Gopher watched the show,
with a smile and a laugh, “I don’t know what you think Priss, but I think Bob
and Dawn Funny sure have a beautiful baby for themselves, it shouldn’t be any
trouble, I bet its quiet as a mouse.” What to do? What to do, Dawn
Funny continued to think, then she noticed that something was really starting
to sink. Sissy cried out, “what a mess,
I cannot believe what it’s done. This
thing just ka ka’d in the tub. Please
don’t keep it, cause I know for sure this thing is trouble, we just can’t keep
a messy cub.”
Just then Father Beaver
walked through the door, “what’s this, a baby?” he said with shock, “what will
you do with it, hide it under a rock?” Old Mother Owl gave a stern
look, “keep it,” she said once more. The whole house was
screaming and everyone was mad. Dawn
Funny was reeling, “I love it so too bad!
I found it in my garden, so it’s mine you see, I really want to love it,
and for it to love me.” Then the house was quiet and
everybody stared, as Dawn Funny picked it up and gave it a small squeeze. “I know for sure that it is trouble, it’s
gonna cry all night, it might ka ka in the tub, and sometimes be a sight, but I
love it, so you see I won’t mind the mess.
She’ll be part of the family and we’ll all be blessed.” “I’ll clean it,” said Prissy “I’ll rock it,” said Gentle
Joe “I suppose I could play with
it,” said Bull Dog Bob. “And I’m gonna love it,”
Said Dawn Funny.
Father Beaver shook the
baby’s toe and said, “You don’t know me real well yet, but you and me are going
to be the best of friends.” “So,” said Old Mother Owl,
“what’s it gonna be?” A Resounding “KEEP IT” was
the reply. And so the dear little on was
part of the family. © 2013 dawn aulisReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 3, 2013 Last Updated on February 3, 2013 Authordawn aulisSherbrooke, Quebec, CanadaAboutAfter many years struggling with fibromyagia I am currently considered disabled and not able to work at my normal position, so I have decided to explore my talents writing while I work on recuperating.. more..Writing
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