I love to write stories and the great “followers” I have make it even more enjoyable. They sometimes inspire stories to take twists and turns that I would have never thought of, as they show their own creative knack for writing. You may remember reading some of Jason’s stories before. The ones about Betsy ( The amazing cow, that does more than I ever thought she would!) , in my ongoing Anna/Tanya series. I have used his photos before as well for inspiration for a story. Recently he sent me a short story that I was just waiting for the right time to share. I thought of it again after stopping at Starbucks recently, and figured that I would share a smile with all of you today. If you go to Starbucks or have a craving for lots of sweet things, you may be able to identify with the poor lady in this story. All the people in the story are fictional, any similarity to anyone living is probably just coincidental. Enjoy!
Mason Picklefoot was a terribly handsome fellow that ran the coffee shop in Bittersweet Creek. One morning he was idly enjoying his second cup of dark roast black coffee of the morning when up the walk came Cara Mellow and boy was she excited. “Today is my birthday!” she exclaimed “and I get a free coffee drink on my birthday!” Mason, being the shrewd businessman, checked her ID and sure enough today Cara was two score and ten years old. He was a bit shocked as she didn’t look a day over 40.
“OK” he said “Happy birthday to you. What’ll you have?”
“Oh” Cara Mellow giggled with delight “I’ll have my usual caramel cream latte, but add an extra pump of whipped topping…. oh and some extra caramel, and maybe a few marshmallows, and an extra pump of whipped topping, and sprinkles, lots of sprinkles.”
“OK, Mrs. Mellow, you’re the birthday girl. Your order will be ready in a few minutes.” Mason said.
Mason put the order on the counter, called Cara’s name and she fetched her coffee and went on about her merry way.
A few hours later, Bard Mellow came into the coffee shop and asked Mason if he’d seen Cara. “She left here a couple of hours ago, turned left and headed up town.” Mason said. So, Bard headed up town in search of his dear wife.
He soon came across the Gummy Bottom Candy Shoppe and saw Horace the shopkeeper cleaning up a huge mess in his store. Looking up, Horace saw Bard and said “Hey, your wife was here not long ago and look at the mess she made!”
“What happened?” asked Bard.
“Well, she came in here with sort of a wild look in her eyes and a sugary foam around her mouth.” Horace began. “She started talking about it being her birthday and wanting some candy to celebrate. First she tried the chocolate gummy chews, then the caramel sticky drops, then she began to run frantically from candy jar to candy jar trying everything. She was in such a hurry that she knocked several of the jars to the floor and made this mess.”
“How much do I owe you?” Bard said. After paying half of his week’s wage to Horace, he continued down the street looking for his dear Cara.
He next came across Mr. Tippner’s Bicycle shop and noticed Mr. Tippner repairing a damaged bike. Mr. Tippner looked up and said “Hey Bard, your wife was in hear earlier and look what she did. First she started telling me about the tricks that she could do when she was a little girl and then grabbed this bicycle to show me. Unfortunately she didn’t see the hotdog vendor or the open manhole cover in time to stop.”
“How much to I owe you.” poor Bard said.
Bard continued to walk through town looking for Cara when he came to old man Fuzzywhistle’s farm and there he saw the strangest thing. There was Cara talking and waving her arms animatedly to a cow. The cow was standing there calmly, chewing on some hay, and appeared to be taking in the entire story that Cara was telling her.
Bard came up and put his jacket over his beloved Cara’s shoulders saying “Come on dear, it’s time to go home and have a nap.”
“But I was just telling Betsy here about my wonderful birthday, and the fancy coffee, and the…”
“I know, dear, let’s just get you home.” And Bard lovingly took Cara home so she could sleep off her sugar high.
The End.
Oh, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to publish this silly cautionary tale.
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Well I thought that there may be others out there that can identify with Cara. I wanted to caution them, just because I can’t identify doesn’t mean there aren’t others you know. Just being helpful. 🙂
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I thought that Mason’s shocked disbelief at how young Cara looked for her age might help some people identify with her.
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Well you wrote this silly tale. The silliness must be what happens when one drinks bitter, black coffee. 🙂
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I am always completely and insufferably dignified regardless of how much black coffee I have.
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I think the coffee made you delirious! 😄
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I have the perfect theme song to accompany the story, it’s by the Archies…
And that Bard is quite the patient fellow…
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LOL! I do believe I know what song you mean. 🙂
Well of course he is patient, just look at the SWEET wife that he has.
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I am sure you are the same way with your hubby… 🙂
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Well of course! 😊
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Would you say she is a sweet wife or more of a sweetened wife?
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“Haha!” A SWEET wife of course.
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Cara Mellow needs to get a second job. That way she can pay for all the things she damages, which will allow Bard to keep his hard-earned money. Poor Bard.
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Oh I think I know a better solution. Mr. Tipner wouldn’t have had to charge for the damages. He could have told Bard not to worry about it. Wouldn’t that be kind of Mr.Tipner
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That would be kind of Mr. Tippner. So after Snowball receives a large windfall in his Christmas stocking, and shares some of it with Mr. Tippner, then Mr. Tippner can afford to be kind and generous after some klutz wrecks one of his bikes.
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Hey, sweet Cara isn’t a klutz!
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I didn’t say she was. I just said, “after some klutz wrecks one of his bikes.” But if the shoe fits . . .
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Perhaps poor sweet Cara could come work off her debt in the bicycle shop sweeping up and stocking shelves and such.
If you can keep her away from Fuzzywhistle’s barnyard bothering that cow.
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I don’t know. Cara seems like a doolally lunatic, so maybe Mr. Tippner wouldn’t want her doing even more damage to his shop.
I think I know who Mr. Fuzzywhistle is. I like that name.
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Maybe if he kept her away from the coffee drinks while at work. So, don’t let her go near the coffee shop with the terribly handsome proprietor.
I can’t wait to hear the next stories from this quaint little town.
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By all means, she must be kept away from coffee.
I hope in the next story, Mr. Tippner locks all his bicycles up before she enters the store.
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I don’t think that is fair to Cara to keep her away from coffee!
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And yet it’s not fair to the rest of the world to let her drink it.
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How do you know that there is going to be another story, smartie?
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Because Jason, the author, said he was looking forward to more of these stories.
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Isn’t that nice of him!
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He’s a great guy.
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I would think that you’d want to pick it up from here and continue the story of Caroly.. err I mean Cara Mellow.
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Oooh what is happening! You started the story of CARA, seems like you almost forgot her name. 😛
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But I may have to save her from hard work and No coffee!
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You expect her to work without coffee?? Poor Cara!
Oooh there are going to be more stories??
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A “doolally lunatic??” Ummm….”no comment!”
But yes, I believe Cara should work in the coffee shop!
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No, Cara needs to work where she can do no damage. Perhaps down at Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s funny farm. She can use all her experience at digging holes, by digging a new well, or building a fence.
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I think this story is going in the wrong direction!
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It’s a plot twist. Everyone likes a plot twist.
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Down is usually where one goes when digging holes, which seems to be the usual direction of stories here (or their unfortunate characters) once the comments get underway. So I wouldn’t say it is the wrong direction. Cara needs to do some hard outdoor work to sweat off all that sugar, if she wants to keep on looking so young.
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You aren’t helping Meg! LOL!
Poor Cara! I think her high metabolism and running around probably burned off all.that sugar, wouldn’t you say? 🙂
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So how long would it take for Cara to work off her debt? I think she should work in the coffee shop instead.
How do you know that she was bothering Betsy. Betsy may have liked her company!
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If she worked at the coffee shop i think she would progressively get deeper in debt.
Betsy was just trying to eat all of Fuzzywhistle’s hay before he noticed.
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If the “terribly handsome” proprieter would let her have free coffee she wouldn’t get deeper in debt!
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Yes, but she’d go on a sugar rush and cause havoc in the coffee shop.
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Wait. Is Cara jacked up on sugar or jacked up on caffeine?
Betsy is a good listener.
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I think its the sugar, and yes Betsy is real attentive, isn’t she!
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Sugar Overload…otherwise known as the holiday season!
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So do you run around like crazy and foam at the mouth like poor Cara?
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Pretty much. But I do that most days. With or without sugar! 😆
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LOL! Just hope you don’t knock things down. 🙂
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OH MY!!! Something seems to happen to the mind when one turns ‘two score and ten years’ of age! Whew … I’m thankful I’m not at that milestone — my sanity is perfectly safe at three score and nine years! ♫ Happy Belated Birthday, my dear friend! ♫
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LOL!! Yeah right! One….you aren’t completely sane! And 2 ummm….I think you messed up in your math on your age, dear friend!
Thanks for the Birthday wish. You weren’t late with your email card! 🙂
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I-I-I’m not? So that’s why I do crazy things like putting my insulin kit into the washing machine, and forgetting that my van is running, leaving it to run for over an hour! No, the math was right! I might be insane, but … a score is 20 years, right? So, three score is 60 years. Three score and nine years would be 69 years, which is where I am. Oh, and a half year, for in another 6 months, I will be 70!
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Ooops I messed up! LOL!! I was thinking 10 years.
But Oh No on your insulin kit! And my friend did the exact same thing with her car! LOL! 😂
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Your friend put her car in the washing machine??? Now that takes the prize!!! 😉
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Haha! Aren’t you funnny! No, she left her car running. 😂
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Whoa.. poor Bard, cleaning up her mess 😄
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