Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Faking charm can be like a thick mask … but over time the mask wears thin and the only person you are still fooling is yourself!

Take time to show appreciation … because once the person is gone, its too late.

Sometimes its not about the miles on the road, or the hours in the car … but about bringing joy to the heart!

Wishing everyone a great weekend! We are hitting the road in the early hours tomorrow morning to visit Brad’s Grandma in NC. Brad’s sister and her kids will be there too, so like a mini family reunion for a short time, but shall be fun. Will bead back Monday.

Reversing the Magic

This post is the conclusion to yesterday’s post, More Purple Feathers

Had he really heard what he thought he heard? Did the 2 purple birds say, “Help”? He stood there looking at them and this time he saw their beaks move, and yes, they distinctly said, “Help us!”  

Why were the birds….? Oh No! Evan felt his heart sink with a sick feeling. She didn’t! She had a made a promise to him that she would not practice her bad magic anymore! Oh Marge, what did you do? Evan ran his fingers through his hair, wondering what to do. 

“What are your names?” he asked the birds. Hearing their replies, made his stomach knot up. Now he knew what had happened to the nannies. He closed the door and apologized to them, telling them he would help them. He just had to find out a way to break the spell that Marge had put on them. He didn’t want to let Marge know that he figured out what she had done, not yet, he wanted to come up with a plan. 

Marge had gone to bed early, which Evan was glad about. It was too bad that she had a headache, but he needed the time to hunt around to find what he needed. After 30 minutes of searching he finally found her magic book. The book that she had told him she got rid of! He should have known that she couldn’t give up her bad magic. He had been in love and believed the empty promises she had made. How long had she been practicing it? What had gone unnoticed before by him? Sadly, he was afraid that it was probably a lot. If he started thinking back, he could probably come up with things that at the time seemed like bad coincidences, but now …. he guessed that her bad magic had been behind it! What had really happened to their little cat Mittens?  Was she responsible for his Mom being so sick? Was that why Drs. couldn’t figure out the mysterious illness that his Mom had a couple months ago. She finally got better, but no one had any answers as to why she had felt so bad. 

Oh, how naïve he had been, but no more. 

The book was filled with all kinds of spells, over 100! At last he found the spell about turning someone into a bird and he read it with earnest. Oh, good! It had an easy way to break the spell. The birds just had to stop drinking the water in their cages. The potion was in that, and you had to drink it each day or the spell would wear off. 

He quietly entered the guestroom and opened the bird cage. “You are free to go, the spell will wear off within 12 hours.” The birds couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, when they saw the open window! They said “Thank you!” and their eyes shined with happiness once again as they took off. 

He stayed in the guestroom for the next hour poring over the book and when he finally went to bed, he had a plan in mind. 

Evan woke up and was glad to see Marge still sleeping. He quietly got out of bed and made her kale and spinach smoothie just the way she liked it, with perhaps a few drops of a little magic added into it. 

Sitting it by her bed he stood there for a little watching her sleep. Then he gently shook her shoulder. “Good Morning! How are you feeling dear?” 

Marge opened her eyes, feeling groggy. She looked at Evan’s big smile and said, “You seem perky this morning!” 

“I made you your breakfast smoothie, sweetheart.”  and Evan handed it to her. 

Marge’s face radiated surprise. “Well you really are in a good mood! Usually you would be in your study by now working.”

“Sometime there are more important things than work..”  and he brushed his hand across her cheek, giving her a kiss, for what he knew would be the final time. He couldn’t deny feeling some sadness, but mostly he was disgusted with her and fervently hoped that his plan would work. 

“This is really good honey, what all did you put in it? I can tell something is different.” 

“Just keep drinking, and maybe you will be able to figure it out.” 

She drank it down, and within a few moments she started shrinking before his eyes. 

“What is happening to me?” she shouted. 

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the taste of your own medicine? ” 

Marge’s face blanched. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked. 

“I know Marge! You never listened to me, you been practicing your magic all along, haven’t you!” 

Marge’s voice quavered, “What did you do? I can explain!” her body was feeling so weird! 

Evan was delighted to see how well it was working. He was pretty good at this. Right before his eyes, in a matter of minutes he had transformed his wife into a bushy tailed squirrel! 

Picking her up he went downstairs as she was trying her best to yell, but it wasn’t working. He opened up the back door and placed her gently down on the grass. “You should be happy, this fits you so well! Go hunt for nuts, you NUTTY squirrel! 



More Purple Feathers

Evan Hetchfield came through the door whistling. It had been a good day at work and now he was ready to put his feet up and watch the big game on Tv.

He hung his coat in the closet and wondered why it was so quiet. Were his children, Valerie and Austin still napping? Usually they are up by the time he gets home. Little Valerie comes running to him to be picked up and swung around, making her giggle.

Now noone was to be seen and the house was so still. An eerie feeling crept upon him. He shook his head, he was sure all was fine. Maybe they were at the park.

He sat down on his recliner and turned on the game. Would be cool to watch on his new, 60 inch flat-screen Tv.

Oh, thats right, his wife, Marge, was interviewing the new Nanny today. He wondered how that had gone. He was thinking the interview had been in the morning, but his wife hadn’t called or messaged him about what she thought of Marissa.

He hoped she would work out. The last Nanny they had seemed to be doing fine and then she suddenly disappeared! Never showed up at the house again.

Marge had bought a new bird on the same day. A bird with purple feathers. It was pretty, though it seemed to have a sad face. There was something about its eyes, that always made Evan feel uncomfortable if he looked at the bird too long.

“Hi Honey. Sorry I wasn’t here earlier.” Marge said as she walked in the door.

“Daddy!” Valerie came running over to Evan and he picked her up, sitting her on his lap as he wrapped her in a hug.

“How did it go with Marissa’s interview?” he asked.

He was still focused on the Tv, so he didn’t see Marge’s expression on her face.

“She didn’t work out. Seemed a little too fligbty to me.” she replied.

“Thats too bad.” And he did feel bad, but the game was now distracting him, and he didn’t see his wife and her sinister smile.

Later that evening he walked upstairs and as he walked down the hallway he heard sounds coming from the guestroom. He couldn’t quite make out what the sounds were.

Opening the door to the guestroom he peered in and was shocked to see another purple bird! He walked closer to the cage, and his skin started tingling. The bird’s eyes were scared. “Help us!” the bird said.

(To be continued..)

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

We are almost at the end of May, summer is just around the corner! Summer is my favorite time of year, as long as it doesn’t get crazy hot with high humidity. I prefer the 80’s, unless I am at the ocean, then it can be in the 90’s. Now that travel is beginning again, are there summer travel plans you have that were put on the backburner last year?  Where in the world would you most like to travel to, if you had free airline tickets? A Caribbean island would be fine for me, or Italy, Ireland, or … 

I hope you enjoy the quotes and have a wonderful day! 












The Fishing Lesson


Adam was about to give up, the fish didn’t seem to be biting today. He had come out early this morning thinking he would have a bucket full of fish by now. Instead all he had to show for his few hours of fishing, was an old Superman lunchbox that someone must have tossed into the lake. It was rather heavy, and something was rattling around when he brought it up out of the lake. Opening it up, he saw all kinds of coins. Why would someone toss a lunchbox of coins into the lake? 

This day was a strange day. The morning had not gone well at all! He had been wishing that he had stayed in bed and  pulled the covers back over his head when this alarm went off at 5am. When he got out of bed he slipped on a puddle, and banged his knee against the corner of his night stand. The puddle was thanks to his new brindle Boston terrier puppy, Cinnamon. He of course couldn’t be mad at her long when he looked at her adorable  face. 

Thinking he would make a good breakfast, he had headed into the kitchen. When he had opened the fridge he realized he had forgotten to buy milk and eggs yesterday. He was staring at tomatoes and what looked like a broccoli cheese casserole. Upon looking at it closer he realized that the green wasn’t broccoli, and that the casserole must have been in there a little too long! 

He found some pop tarts in the cupboard and popped them in the toaster. They were better than nothing. At least he had his coffee, which he poured into this thermos to take with him. 

On the way to the lake he had stopped at the ATM and it was out of order. That should have been another sign to him to turn around and go back to bed, but he had continued on. He looked at the Superman lunchbox beside him and sighed. 

After fishing for another half hour, he decided to pack up and go. The strawberry pop tarts were long gone and he was feeling the stirring of hunger pangs. He grabbed his tackle box and fishing rod in one hand and picked up the lunchbox in the other. 

He was walking back to his truck when he saw a young boy walking toward him. When the boy got closer, recognition and surprise crossed the boy’s face. “That’s my lunchbox! You found it!” The boy jumped up and down with excitement. 

Adam smiled at the boy, “HI! The fish were not biting today, but your lunchbox bit my line!” The little boy laughed. “Looks like you been collecting a lot of coins in your lunchbox.” 

The boy laughed. “Yes, I have! I been saving to buy my sister a gift. My parent’s give me a small allowance each week and usually I buy candy and other stuff with it, but instead I have  been saving it all for my little sister. She’s been really sick, and in the hospital. I want to make her smile again. Thank you so much mister for getting it for me. I was out fishing the other day and had the lunchbox with me for I wanted to go to the store later. I accidentally knocked it into the lake and it sank and I tried to get it but couldn’t. Now I am going to run to the store before anything else happens to it.” The little boy was beaming from ear to ear,  as he waved goodbye to Adam, and took off running. 

Adam watched the little boy and he was so moved. He was glad he had come fishing today. Catching the little boy’s lunchbox was better than catching a whole bucket full of fish! Hearing that little boy’s story and seeing the joy on his face reminded Adam of the things that really matter. Reminded him that sometimes its the heart of a child that shows you what love is all about. 




Looking Back In History

History was one of my favorite subjects in school, but I don’t remember ever learning these interesting facts! 


This was one vengeful wife! I looked this up to read a little more. Her husband had been executed for treason.


He has been celebrated as the greatest sea warrior in Britain’s history. He started out at sea when he was only 12 years old.


Awh!! A child’s plea can move a parent’s heart. 



He was a renowned investigative journalist and wrote the short story about a ship that went down to warn people about the risks of of not taking necessary precautions when on ocean liners. It is said that at the time of publication his story got little notice.


Another “Awh…!” moment! There is a Children’s book written about this incident.

The Intervention

This is a continuation from my post on Thursday about Molly, The Secret Mission


Jasper paced around gnawing on a carrot to help control his anger. How could Aspen have lost Molly? He shouldn’t have given such an important job to his incompetent grandson. There seemed to be something missing from Aspen’s explanation though that he couldn’t quite understand. Like he was leaving a part out between being with Molly, eating clover and then a woman nabbing Molly into a car with her. Jasper couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him,  for he did seem distraught over losing Molly. He said how he felt an attachment for Molly instantly, that she was so sweet and innocent. 

It was no good to have Aspen feel that way about her, for if he knew Jasper’s purpose for wanting Molly, Aspen would strongly object. to it. He wouldn’t understand and would be angry at his Grandfather. Jasper didn’t want that so he must not know. Biting off a big chunk of carrot he threw it down and hopped away. He would have to figure something out. Maybe by going down deep in his burrow, he would be able to think better. He needed a plan! 

Aspen was out resting under a tree. He couldn’t get Molly off his mind. Relief had surged through him when his Grandfather didn’t ask for more details about how Molly came to be with the lady who took her away in the car. Molly had to be okay.  Ashton knew he had only been with her a short time, but he couldn’t imagine anything bad happening to her. He had no clue who those other bunnies were with Molly, and he may have neglected to mention the other bunnies to his Grandfather. Ashton had a feeling that the less details he gave to Jasper about Molly disappearing the better. 

Jasper was pleased, he had come up with a plan. Aspen had told him where he stopped to eat the clover and where Molly was seen getting into the car. It was close by a park. He figured he would go there and hide out, hoping that whoever this woman was would bring Molly to the park. Jasper would put on his charm and get Molly to follow him, while Aspen distracted the lady. He wasn’t putting Aspen in charge of Molly again! Sometimes if you wanted things done right, you had to do them yourself, he learned that. He would show Aspen how things are done. Feeling proud of himself and his plan he fell asleep easily that night. He felt confident that Molly would soon be in the grips of his power.

“How long are we going to stay here Grandfather?”  Aspen asked, feeling bored. They had been sitting behind a bush for a hour now, waiting for Molly to come. Waiting for her to come when they had no idea if she would come! This idea was crazy! 

Jasper was not going to let one failed attempt stop him. So Molly never showed up that day, they would go back again the next day. He wouldn’t let himself think about the real possibility of her never coming. His masterplan would never work if he didn’t have her! He would have to find another sweet and innocent human and that was almost an impossible task. They were a rare breed. 

After a week of coming to the park every day, Jasper was ready to admit defeat, the taste was bitter in his mouth. All the plans he had of how to overtake the human race were thwarted once again. Sighing deeply he nudged Aspen, who had fallen asleep. 

“Aspen! Aspen! Wake up! We are going to go home, I give…” 

He thumped his foot on the ground rapidly. “Aspen, do you see her? That’s Molly isn’t it?” Jasper pointed to a little girl excitedly. His heart started  racing for she was alone, they had no time to lose!

“You stay here and watch for anyone coming, I am going to go to her and try to get her to follow me.” Jasper hopped out from around the bush heading towards Molly. 

“MOO!”  Jasper jumped, where had the cow come from, he hadn’t seen a cow, and now it was standing right in the middle of his path to Molly! 

Jasper tried to peer around the cow, but she was rather large, he caught a glimpse of Molly playing in the sandbox. She was still alone. He had to get to her. He wasn’t going to let no dumb cow stop him. 

He started going around the cow, “MOO!” the cow moved, blocking him again. Jasper hopped to the other side, and the cow moved again giving him a defiant stare. 

If Jasper didn’t know better, he would say that the cow was purposely trying to block him from Molly, but that was ridiculous, wasn’t it?  Jasper moved again, and sure enough so did the cow, her eyes never leaving him. 

Every time Jasper tried different moves the cow kept interfering. Then Jasper heard a lady calling. “Molly, Molly honey, its time to leave.” 

Nooooo….!! Jasper saw Molly leaving, his chance was slipping away right in front of him. 

Jasper flushed with anger. He spied the silver cowbell dangling from the cow’s neck and impulsively jumped as high as he could. Grabbing hold of the bell he shook it as he yelled at the cow. 

Pink and purple smoke filled the air and when it cleared Jasper found himself lying on the ground. He stood up feeling dazed and confused. Where was he? Oh No, the cow was here too! Did this cow have it in for him or what! “MOO!” She glared at him, Jasper felt unsettled, he was used to being in control. He had never had a cow glare at him before. She bent her face down to be close to him and Jasper started feeling afraid. Then suddenly in another cloud of smoke the cow was gone! 

Where did she go, he wondered. He wasn’t sorry to see her leave, but he now felt alone, and totally confused. Where was he and would he ever get home? 

“Mommy, Mommy! Look, a white bunny. Can we take him home with us?” 

“Honey, I don’t think so.” 

“But Mommmmm!” Jaime started stamping his feet and screaming. 

“Fine, grab him and lets go, just stop screaming!’ 

Before Jasper knew what was happening, he felt himself being grabbed by the back of its neck and carried to a car. He was held tightly on the boy’s lap. “Don’t worry fella, I can’t wait to introduce you to Whiskers, our cat.” 

Jasper gulped and started to tremble all over. A CAT!

Betsy was contently grazing in the pasture. She thought of sweet Molly and glad that she was able to protect her. That she had answered the call to go where she was needed. Her Mom Lucy’s words came back to Betsy, about how she was a special cow and that with her enchanted cowbell she would be capable of doing many things. One of those being the ability to help people in trouble. Betsy smiled, and a warm feeling flowed through her. She felt her Mother’s love and she hoped that she had made her proud today. 



Finding Mr. Darcy

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Yvette stood there patiently as Eva tried to fix her gown. At least she was trying to be patient, she was anxious for Eva to be finished, so that they could both leave. The Ball was starting in the next half hour, and she did not want to be late!

“You have to hold still”, Eva said, when Yvette unconsciously moved.

“Will you be finished soon?”

“I am finished now.” Eva replied, stitching the last stitch. “Now try not to tear another hole in it tonight.”

Yvette made a face at her. “I can’t help it snagged the sharp corner on the table at the bottom of the stairs.”

“If you had been walking like a proper lady, instead of running, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“We all know that I don’t fit into the “proper lady” category.” said Yvette, and Eva laughed.

“So true! In fact, I am surprised you are even going to the Ball. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Did a guy finally catch your eye?” Eva asked while raising her eyebrows at her.

Yvette shook her head. “Most definitely not. Can’t I go to Balls for more reasons than just to meet a guy? What if I only want to enjoy a good night of dancing?”

Eva put her hands up in the air. “You know I am only teasing. I am glad you are coming with me!”

“Well someone has to look out for you. That Chris guy isn’t good enough for you, I am counting on Landon being there. I have seen the way he looks at you.”

Eva blushed, ” I think we shall be going.” she said, ” Should I help you down the stairs?” she grinned as Yvette rolled her eyes at her.

The Ballroom was stunning! Eva looked at all the glamorous young ladies and began to doubt herself.

“I see that look,” Yvette said, “Stop it! You light up this ballroom, and don’t look now, but Landon is coming this way.”

Yvette smiled at Landon and Eva dancing together. She really hoped that he was seriously interested in Eva, for he was such a charming, pleasant guy, the perfect guy for her dear friend. He didn’t have much hair, but that was fine. Yvette thought his baldness gave him a suave, and dignified look. Not everyone had to have luxurious wavy hair like Gerald did. Yvette wondered how much gel he put on his hair to get the waves to stand up just right.

The night was going well. Yvette had danced with several different men, and was beginning to grow tired. The guys had been nice, but the last one Alex, lingered in her mind. She didn’t know why, for she doubted that she would see him again.

She noticed that Eva had pretty much stayed with Landon the whole night. Chris had tried to cut in, but Yvette walked over and intervened. She danced with him a few times, just to keep him away from Eva. She caught Eva’s look of gratitude and smiled back.

Later in the night, when the dancing was almost over Eva pulled Yvette aside. Her face was flushed and light was dancing in her eyes. “I won’t be riding home with you tonight, Landon said he will take me home.”

Yvette smiled giving her a quick embrace. “I knew he liked you! Call me in the morning!” Eva gave her hand a squeeze and walked back over to Landon.

Well Yvette decided that she would go ahead and call it a night, her feet were tired. A bubble bath would feel good and then her novel was calling to her to be read. She was anxious to continue reading about Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. Were there any Mr. Darcy’s in real life?

She headed for the stairs, walked down the stairs, not running this time. When she stepped outside she saw that it was raining hard, and of course she hadn’t brought an umbrella with her. She started running and didn’t see the curb right in front of her. Ooh OUCH! She had tripped over the curb, and landed in a puddle.

The night had been going well, now she wasn’t so sure as her ankle throbbed and the wetness soaked through her gown. She tried to stand up and groaned as she tried to put weight on her foot.

“Excuse me Miss, do you need help?”

Yvette looked up to see a young man standing in front of her. ” Alex?”

“Well your memory seems to be good, so I guess you didn’t hit your head.” Alex said with a grin. “Here, lean on me, and show me where your car is.”

Yvette started hobbling, leaning on him. They had to go slow, but he didn’t seem to mind, though he was getting soaked.

When they reached her car, he went to the passenger side and asked for the keys. She looked at him.

“You don’t really think you can drive with a hurt ankle, do you?”

Yvette said,” I guess not, but..”

“I will take you home and then call a taxi, no problem.”

“Thank you”, she winced as she got in the car. Her ankle really was throbbing now.

She gave him directions to her house and soon they pulled into the driveway. He came over to her side, helped her out of the car and up into the house. Yvette was constantly thanking him, thinking of what a gentleman he was.

When they entered her home, she thanked him again and was expecting him to leave. “Why don’t you go change out of your wet gown and I will make you something hot, coffee or tea?

Yvette felt a little dazed. “You really don’t have too, but coffee would be great. The Keurig is on the counter.”

It took her some time to get changed out of her wet gown, but she managed, and once she had dry, comfy clothes on she hobbled back out to the living room and the couch.

“Your coffee my lady!” he said with a wink, as he served it to her on the couch. He also had a ice pack in his hand for her ankle. He grabbed some throw pillows and gently propped her ankle up on them. “Can I turn on the tv for you or get you a book, anything else you need?”

Yvette pointed to the book on the coffee table. “Ahh! Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. You enjoy the classics?”

“Yes!” she replied, “I have read all of Austen’s books.”

“I enjoy the classics too. I have read many of Shakespeare’s works.”

Yvette was impressed, most guys thought the classics were boring, at least the guys she had met.

He handed her the book and then said that if that was all, he would be on his way. He said the look of a drowned rat doesn’t quite become him, so he would like to change into some dry clothes.

“Do you have your phone?”

Yvette realized she didn’t and asked him to get it for her. She didn’t want to miss Eve’s call, but figured she wouldn’t hear from her until morning!

“Thanks again for everything.” she said to Landon, after he called a cab.

“My pleasure, not every night that I get to help a damsel in distress.” and he smiled. “I do hope your ankle gets better. I enjoyed dancing with you tonight.”

“I enjoyed it too.” she replied and they gazed at each other for a few moments.

“Well, I better go, don’t want to keep the cab waiting. Enjoy the book, Mr. Darcy is a pretty good guy, isn’t he. ” He gave a wink, and walked out the door.

Yvette stared at the door for a few moments lost in thought. What had just happened? She shook her head, she better start reading to clear her head.

She was caught up in the book, when the phone rang a half hour later.

“Hello?” she heard a deep voice on the other end.

Was he really quoting Shakespeare? She couldn’t help but feel a little fluttering sensation, as she put down her book, and listened to Alex on the other end.

The Secret Mission

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Wow! Thought Aspen, the painting was huge!

“Impressive, isn’t it ?” Said a loud, booming voice behind him. Aspen turned around and saw his Grandfather.

“I think Ramone did an excellent job, but how can one go wrong, when painting such a stunning creature!”

Aspen teplied with a “Yes, Sir!” Jasper smiled. “But you aren’t here to talk about me, are you. We have to discuss your important mission. Follow me.”

Aspen hopped after Jasper, who led him outside to a patch of clover. “Feel free to eat, while I go over the details with you.”

Always happy to eat clover Aspen didn’t hesitate.

“You need to help save someone. She has a special purpose and we can’t lose her.”

Aspen paused in his chewing to ask a question. “What is her purpose?”

“You will know at the right time. For now you don’t need to worry about that, you just need to make sure you get her.”

“But how will I persuade her to come with me?” Aspen asked.

“She is lonely, I don’t think it will be too hard. You take after me with your good looks so I predict that she will trust you.”

“Her name is Molly and you can find her at the Rain Cloud Orphanage. Once you find her, lead her back here to me. Quite simple.”

Aspen nodded his head, sounded easy enough. “I will leave tomorrow morning. You can count on me.”

Jasper thumped him on the back. “I knew I could.” He handed a carrot to Aspen.

” Here eat this humongous carrot. Will help you be able to see her better in the crowd of kids.”

Aspen was stuffed after eating the humongous carrot, so he went to bed early in his burrow, for he was tired.

When morning came, Aspen was wide awake, ready for his mission. His Grandfather wished him well and told him that when he brought Molly back that he could have his portrait painted. That thrilled Aspen and he started his journey with a happy heart.

Aspen didn’t feel like hopping. He barely felt like moving at all! How oh how was he going to explain everything to his GrandFather? When Jasper found out what happened, Aspen knew that he could kiss goodbye to the idea of having his portrait painted.

Everything had been going smoothly. He had hopped through one of the open windows. No kids were around except for a little girl sitting in a corner looking forlorn.

Then the door to the room had opened and a tall, stern lady walked in. Aspen quickly dove under a bed so that he wouldn’t be seen.

He heard the lady yelling and she called the girl Molly! He had found Molly, how simple this had turned out to be.

“No playtime or snack for you!” Aspen cringed at the ugly sound of the lady and was glad when he heard the door shut.

Scrambling out from under the bed he hopped over to Molly, who now was crying. Aspen felt so sad for her and was anxious to get her out of this awful place.

“Hi Molly, I am Aspen and I was sent here to rescue you. Follow me and I will get you out of here.”

Molly’s eyes brightened at the sight of Aspen and she reached out to touch him. Aspen stayed still letting her pet him. It felt nice and slowly he saw a smile start to spread across her face.

He had no trouble getting her to follow him, she was fascinated with him. She didn’t speak at all but that was okay, she spoke with her eyes of innocence.

She stayed right behind him and they were making great time when he spied a clover patch. He was getting rather hungry, surely they could stop for a rest while he ate some clover.

Aspen felt sick, he should have never stopped for clover. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep! But thats exactly what had happened. He had fallen asleep and when he woke up, Molly was nowhere to be seen!

He had turned so pale as the blood drained from his face, where had she gone. He started hoppjng and looking and his heart jumped. There she was, but Oh No! What was she doing following a lady into a car and why were there other bunnies with her. Where had they come from?

Aspen watched in despair as the car traveled out of sight. Oh where had she gone? Aspen didn’t want to face his Grandfather, he just wanted to crawl into a big hole. He had flopped up big time, how would they find Molly now?