Some Irish Nuggets

For all you Dr. Seuss fans out there and in honor of St.Patrick’s Day I want to share this comic with you that my husband showed me today.


Here is a Irish limerick too,  feel free to make up one of your own!

There was a young fellow who thought
Very little but thought it a lot.
Then at long last he knew
What he wanted to do,
But before he could start, he forgot.



Sorry if that caused you to groan…. is this better?

Question: How did the Irish Jig get started?

Answer: Too much to drink and not enough restrooms!

How many of you have heard the Unicorn Song? I didn’t even know there was one.  It showed up when I typed in Irish songs. I was also surprised to see that Shel Silverstein wrote the lyrics. I enjoyed his books and I have my brother’s copy of  ” Where the Sidewalk Ends.”

I hope you enjoy this fun song. You gotta love the Unicorn!




Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Living your life like tomorrow is guaranteed makes as much sense as believing that elephants can fly!


Music gives wings to your spirit and makes it soar.

Closed eyes miss out on beautiful moments that can be gone in the blink of an eye!


This picture was taken by my daughter this morning when driving to school. No, she wasn’t driving, I was. 🙂



To Walk Out or Not Walk Out?

As many of you are probably aware of today is  ” National Walk Out Day.”  Schools stretching the whole way across the US are holding peaceful protests,  as students walk out of their schools at 10am today.  They are doing it in memory of the 17 Parkland High School victims who were shot and killed one month ago today.

There have been differing views about this day and I would like to hear the opinions of my readers. There are many schools and parents that are supporting it, encouraging the students to use their voice and send a message to the government. A message to the government that things need to change! There are also schools and parents against it.

One High School principal  from Texas created a stir among parents when he sent a letter home that said very bluntly that any child that walks out of the school on March 14th will face 3 days of in-school suspension.  That he doesn’t care if 500 students walk out, they will all face suspension. His letter was very cold.

What caused a lot of parents to fire back at him was due to the one phrase that he stated in the letter.  I cannot repeat it verbatim but it mainly said how he will not allow any disturbance and interruptions to interfere with the structured learning environment of his school.

Well, can you imagine what the parents comeback was.  “What will happen to your structured environment when gun shots ring out?  That so many students learning environments have already been fatally disturbed and interrupted. ”

There have been very popular Universities that have made statements supporting the students who walk out. Telling the students to not worry if their school takes  disciplinary action taken against them for walking out, that it will not hinder them getting accepted into the University. I know some schools who were close enough to Washington,  D.C. that were planning bus trips to D.C. to protest with signs in front of the White House.

What is your opinion?  I am actually encouraged to see how the Parkland students have reacted to this whole thing. They were the ones who set the ” Walk Out Day” across America in motion. They are standing up for change!  They are saying Enough is Enough! They have been brave and bold as several students from Parkland have spoken to members of Congress, the Senate and the President. I have been amazed at how they have articulated themselves so well with some of the speeches that I have heard from them.

Is Walking Out the right thing to do?  Yes, I know that there are some students who will just walk out to get out of class,  period.  Are there better ways to protest?

I think the way some schools are handling it including ours may be a better option. No, the kids are not allowed to walk out. We got a letter last week from the School Superintendent. Yes, they will face disciplinary actions if they walk out.  This letter though  had such a different tone to it versus the previous letter I had shared about from the Texas High School.

Our Superintendent recognizes that this is a huge issue and he believes that it should be given attention. At 10am all the students will gather in the assembly to have a moment of silence for the Parkland victims. After that moment of silence there will be an open mike for the students to share their concerns and thoughts  about the school shootings. Share what they think our school can do to be more safe.

I am glad that our school is not just ignoring this day due to the fact that they don’t want students walking out. I am glad that they are recognizing that this is a serious issue and our teens should be able to have a day of letting their voices be heard. With that said if our school was providing bus trips to Washington, D.C. today, yes my kids would be on the bus.

Washington listen up! Our future leaders, the youth of America are standing up. Enough is Enough. Change needs to happen and it needs to happen now!




Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Good Morning!  Has the week started on a good note for you?  I hope so. If not, I hope that these quotes can help bring some sunshine to your week. I heard the first quote a couple weeks ago from a friend and I  really liked it.  It was perfect timing when it popped into my head again this morning.

A very dear friend is going through a hard time and we were “chatting” a little bit this morning and when I saw the Number 3 quote I thought of her. But it is for all of you. We all need to remember that we are are amazing in our own special, unique way! We are originals, there are no copies. Smile at yourself in the mirror today and then go out and pass on your smile to others!


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The Time Has Come!

The time has come!

There was no more waiting. The long winter nights were gone. Spring had sprung in their hearts, for the time was here.

How they had longed for this day to come. Their aching hearts sometimes felt like they  were going to burst with the pain that they held.  They clung to each other when they felt like they could take no more. Their questions of “Why” and “How long?” seemed to only bounce off the walls as the echoes of silence roared in their ears.

How many nights had she laid awake not being able to sleep?  How many nights had she rocked in the rocking chair pretending that her empty arms were full?

They wanted to hear the sound of little feet running down the hall and see fingerprint smudges on the walls.

Their refrigerator was too bare. It should be decorated with a toddler’s art.

Would the names “Mommy and Daddy”, ever be meant for them? Or would they always hear them directed to someone else in the crowd?

Would he ever get the chance to pick up his child in his strong arms, throwing them up in the air and catching them again?  Would he hear the words, “Again Daddy, again!” Then would he feel the touch of their small hand tucking itself into his as they looked up at him smiling and saying,  ” I love you Daddy!”

Would his heart know how it felt to be melted by his child’s touch and words?

Would she ever be able to sing lullabies to her sweet child? Or would they remain silent, trapped in her heart, never to be heard.

She remembers how the hurt in her heart was so real.  She remembers all the tears that  ran down her cheeks and how on some days all she could do was cry.

The time has come!

There is a little one wrapped in a blanket now looking up at her. She isn’t dreaming, the morning has come. Her little one is here and she is  gazing into her  precious Mommy’s eyes.

The joy in her heart is bursting and as she looks down at her precious angel all she can do is cry.

This is lovingly dedicated to a dear couple whose prayers have been answered! A couple who has endured a long time of waiting and miscarriages. My heart goes out to the many others out there who are still anxiously waiting for their dreams to be fulfilled.

My dear friend is a Grandma, and I know she was crying too when she laid her eyes on her granddaughter for the first time. Welcome to the world beautiful one!  Your wonderful parents have hearts overflowing with love for you!


It’s All About You!

I love my readers!  You all touch my heart, make me smile and make me laugh with your comments. Even when some of the comments have me laughing at myself!


You make me feel all the colors of the rainbow and more. 🙂  So today is about you. I did this once before and it was fun to read the answers. How would you answer 1 or all of these questions?  If you don’t care for the questions make up some of your own and answer them. Ask me any question you may have.

I would love to chat face to face with  you all, but unfortunately that is just not possible with many of you, so let’s do an impromptu “coffee chat” here. What’s on your mind?

  1. What is a favorite hobby of yours?
  2.  What makes you laugh?
  3. Share a fun memory from your childhood
  4. What is one thing that made you smile today?
  5.  Share a piece of wisdom that you will never forget. Whether it be a quote or something that someone told you.

This isn’t school. There are no wrong answers. This isn’t a test. Have fun and I look forward to reading the comments below!


The Message of the Rose

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The music flowed from her heart into her fingers as they strummed on the strings. Her fingers moved without her even looking at them, they knew what to do. Her mind was lost back in time as the sweet music flowed.

Was it really possible that love had found her again. That once again it had come in the form of one simple, elegant rose.

She still remembered the way he looked when he had walked right up onto the stage, unaware of others around her.  He only had eyes for her. She remembers how her heart was thumping so loudly that she was sure others had heard.  Was it really him?  He walked towards her with his handsome smile and she gazed into his cobalt eyes, as blue as the sea.

He spoke not a word, he only handed her one simple beautiful cherry red rose.  Thoughts from the past were flooding through her mind as she once again was lost in his sea blue eyes.

His large hand covered hers and he gave her hand a tight squeeze and held her eyes for a moment. Then he gently raised her hand up to his mouth and brushed it ever so lightly with a kiss.  A kiss that she felt tingle through her arm, leading straight  to her heart.

She wanted to speak, but the words were caught in her throat as his smile made her feel as warm as the Tuscan Sun. She felt her emotions welling up inside of her and felt the flush of her candy red cheeks.  He wasn’t in front of her for that long, but time had stood still.  Then with another squeeze of her hand he bowed his head and walked away.  She could still hear the sound of his footsteps walking across the stage. The concert was over, but music was still stirring in her soul.

Since that day he had left roses at her door. What was he doing here?  Why had he come back?

Her hands strummed the melody from long ago. The melody from when they first had met.  The melody that began when he had handed her one simple rose.  A melody that had played out in the months and years to come.  When her heart had danced and been captivated by the music of  their love. The melody that she had quit playing when he had suddenly left, but that had never been forgotten.

Her heart had awakened, it had been asleep for so long.  Now her fingers played the melody with ease once more. The music played as her mind wandered and once again was lost in eyes of cobalt blue.


More Snow Fun! (Part 3…A Snowy Day)

Caution: When writing a fictional story, beware!  The characters become real and wrap themselves around your heart!

Warning: The more stories you read about our Moonbeam gang may have you seeing “Odessa” in every Owl that you see, “Dewey” in every cat that you see and “Jaxon”, well…are you sure Jackalopes aren’t real??

I hope all of you have been enjoying seeing a peak into “The Odessa Chronicles” book. Does it make you want to hop in a car and go visit Moonbeam Farm? That may be a little tricky, but you can put your feet up and sit back as our friends learn a little lesson and continue to enjoy some Winter Wonderland Fun! If you missed reading Part 2 here is the link for you.  The Plan…(A Snowy Day Adventure..Part 2)

More Snow Fun!

“Up here,” she said. The man-servant looked up and saw her face peering over the eaves trough. “I think that we’re all even now.” she said.

The man-servant had to laugh, as he realized that Odessa must have carried all the remaining snowballs up onto the roof in order to get even with them. “Okay, Odessa,” he said, “we’re even. Let’s dig out Jaxon and Dewey, and then we can all go back into the farmhouse.

Once they were all inside, Jaxon looked at Odessa. “What you did was not very nice. I was almost buried in snow.”

Dewey added, “Yes … I agree with Jaxon. You could have hurt us.”

Odessa looked at them both. “Possibly,” she said, “but unlikely with those snowballs. You two, however, left me in an igloo where I could not get out. If a cat or some other bird predator had come in, I would not be here now.”

The man-servant was listening to the conversation. “I think Odessa is making a very good point for all of us to think about. While it is fun to play jokes on each other, we must always think them through carefully to ensure that nobody could possibly get hurt.”

Odessa was smiling. “Man-Servant,” she said, “that’s the most sense you’ve made all day today, but of course, you were paraphrasing me, so I should not be surprised.”

Jaxon looked up at the man-servant. “What’s parrot phrasing?”

The man-servant was smiling. “Oh, that’s something barn owls do when they have nothing useful to say, but want to talk anyway.”

While the conversation was going on, Dewey had wandered over to the door. “It will be dark soon,” he said. “Let’s all go outside and make a humongous snowman.”

They were soon all outside rolling up large balls of snow, but the man-servant had the biggest one. “This is our snowman’s body.” he announced. Jaxon and Dewey had joined forces to roll a snowball for its head, while Odessa was flying around looking for two sticks that would be suitable for the snowman’s arms.

The man-servant lifted their snowball and placed it on the body, and Odessa pushed two large sticks into each side of the snowman. “He hasn’t got any hands.” said Jaxon, while munching on a carrot he brought from the farmhouse.

The man-servant smiled at Jaxon. “No, he hasn’t,” he said, “but that’s all right. It is difficult to make snow hands. Can you pass me a carrot for the snowman’s nose?”

Jaxon turned away with a smile on his face, and tried to cover up little bits of carrot, which were lying on the snowy ground. “Dewey!” said the man-servant. “I’ve never seen you eat a carrot, so would you please go into the farmhouse and get another one? Our poor snowman needs a nose, and it would seem that Jaxon has eaten the one we had planned on using.”

Dewey went off to get a carrot, while Jaxon was on a mission, looking for two of something for the snowman’s eyes. The man-servant found some stones, which he pushed into the snowman’s face in a curve. Dewey returned with a carrot which was pushed into the snowman’s face, for a nose. The snowman now had a smiling face. Jaxon soon returned with two round black stones, which they placed above the snowman’s nose. The man-servant looked at him. “Well, guys,” he said, “we have a good-looking snowman here now.”

“But he doesn’t have any hands!” said Jaxon.

Odessa stepped forward. “The man-servant has explained that our snowman has no hands because he does not know how to make them. Of course, him being human, we must forgive his shortcomings. You may also have noticed that our snowman has no feathers, fur, or clothes.”

Jaxon hopped over to Odessa. “Can you fix our snowman up, Odessa?”

“Of course!” said Odessa. “Let me think about it tonight, and we’ll see what tomorrow brings.”

The man-servant looked at her. “I would love to know how you are going to do this,” he said, “but I have to drive into town right now and pick up some supplies.” It was late when the man-servant returned. He saw that Dewey was sound asleep on his cushions, so he also went to bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he heard Jaxon shouting to him, “Come on outside, Man-Servant and see our snowman He looks a bit like you!”

The man-servant quickly got dressed and went outside. His mouth dropped open at what he saw. Their snowman was wearing winter gloves, a quilted jacket, and a Tilley hat, and they were all the man-servant’s.

Odessa suddenly appeared and landed next to Jaxon. “There you are, my friend. We have one happy snowman.”

Jaxon smiled at her. “You’re awesome! Where did you find those clothes?” Odessa suddenly took off as the man-servant approached. Jaxon looked at him. “Didn’t Odessa do a wonderful job of our snowman, Man-Servant.” he said. “She is so clever!”

The man-servant looked at Jaxon and saw how happy he was. “Yes, Jaxon,” he said, “she really is a clever and resourceful barn owl.” Dewey came ambling out of the farmhouse. “Cool snowman! There is an empty food bowl in the farmhouse.” He then turned and went back into the farmhouse kitchen.

The others followed Dewey and went inside the farmhouse, and sat around the fire, nibbling on snacks. Odessa arrived a few moments later and cautiously landed between Dewey and Jaxon, and across from the man-servant … so she could watch him.

Dewey suddenly said, “I am sorry Man-Servant, that the planned adventure you had for us yesterday didn’t work out, but the past two days have been fun. Sometimes you can have the best adventures in your own backyard. They don’t always need to be planned, and as long as you are surrounded by your best friends (and bowls of food), adventures are bound to happen. There is nothing more that you need.”

They all agreed that Dewey was right, at least about friends. Odessa turned to him. “That was quite profound, Dewey. There’s hope for cats yet.”

They spent the rest of the day, and well into the night, talking about their past adventures, which was unfortunate, because they did not see the snowman with the man-servant’s special hat, gloves, and jacket, dancing in the moonlight!


The Plan…(A Snowy Day Adventure..Part 2)

Good Morning! If you missed out on reading Part 1 yesterday, here is a link to it. A Snowy Day Adventure.  What do you think the Man-Servant’s plan is? Do you think he really can outsmart his 3 crazy friends, who were so very clever at the way they bombarded him with snowballs.   Grab your favorite hot beverage and take a moment to relax and see what happens.

The Plan (part 2)

“Okay, guys,” he said, “you win! How about we make an igloo?”

“What’s an igloo?” asked Dewey.

“Well,” said the man-servant, “it’s a little house that people live in when they have snow all year round.”

Dewey looked at him with his eyes wide open. “We can really make one of those?” he asked excitedly.

The man-servant showed them how to make large blocks of snow, and then how to stack them for the walls. By late morning, all that remained to be installed was the roof. Odessa wandered over to where the man-servant was standing, obviously deep in thought.

“Ever built one of these before?” she asked him. “Know how you are going to fill the hole in the roof, do you?”

The man-servant looked at her. “It can’t be that difficult, especially with you three to help me. I need some way of supporting the snow blocks in the roof, until they are all in place and supporting each other. I’ve got it!” he said. “You three go into the igloo and stop the blocks from falling inside, while I add the final pieces. Oh … and by the way, once you are in there, I will have to seal up the entrance temporarily, so that there is no chance of the wall collapsing while I am positioning the roof blocks.”

“Is this really how it’s done?” asked Jaxon.

“Close enough,” said the man-servant, “except I believe that the people who live in them use blocks of ice.”

Odessa, Dewey, and Jaxon all went into the igloo, and stood in the middle, waiting for the man-servant to position the final pieces. Dewey and Jaxon had their paws ready, while Odessa was supervising.

Eventually, and much to everybody’s surprise, the final pieces were placed and fit very well. The igloo was complete. The man-servant was walking around admiring it when he heard a muffled sound coming from inside.

“Hey, Man-Servant! When are you going to open up the doorway for us?”

The man-servant stopped and smiled, and in a loud voice so that they could hear him, said, “I can hear voices from somewhere. Perhaps it’s from the farmhouse. I had better go in and check … and probably have a nap while I am there.”

Dewey looked at Odessa. “Okay, genius, how do we get out of here?”

Odessa looked sternly at Dewey. “That type of comment is totally uncalled for, and really not appreciated. If you were to spend a little more time thinking about your natural attributes, you might then answer your own question.”

Dewey looked at her. “How would my eating help here?”

Odessa looked off into the distance, rolled her eyes in despair, and then turned to Dewey. “You have four paws, each one of which is capable of digging. If you can get all four working together, you could have an escape hole done for us in a few minutes.

Jaxon had been listening to the conversation. “I am a good digger as well, so I can take over when Dewey needs a rest.”

“Excellent idea!” said Odessa. “Get started you two, so we can all soon be out of here.”

Dewey and Jaxon took turns digging, and soon they had dug a tunnel out of the igloo. As they were both jumping up and down outside, celebrating their success, Odessa was calling from the inside. “Hey, guys! That hole is too small for me to get through. Can you come back and make it bigger?”

They didn’t hear Odessa in their excitement, and decided to go into the farmhouse and show the man-servant that his plan had not worked.

“Hey, Man-Servant!” said Dewey, as they went into the kitchen. “I bet you’re surprised to see us.”

The man-servant turned and smiled. “Not really!” he said. “I knew that one of you three would figure it out soon enough. Wait a minute … there’s only two of you here, so … where is Odessa?”

Dewey looked at Jaxon, and they both burst out laughing. “Oops!” said Dewey. “We forgot about her in our excitement. She is probably still in the igloo!”

The man-servant looked serious now. “We can’t leave her there forever, and she has no way of getting out on her own, so I think that perhaps we should go and help her to get out.”

Dewey groaned. “Oh … do we have to? It’s so nice and quiet without her around.”

Jaxon, meanwhile, had already started to open up the hole in the igloo when Dewey reluctantly joined him. Soon, a very disgruntled Odessa appeared, and without saying anything, flew into the barn and up onto her beam.

When the man-servant came outside, he saw Dewey and Jaxon looking at each other. “What’s up?” he asked.

Jaxon looked up at him. “It’s Odessa,” he said. “She went into the barn and is not speaking to us. I don’t think that she liked us running off and leaving her in the igloo.” It was decided that they should all go into the barn and talk with her.

“Odessa!” said the man-servant. “Are you not speaking to Dewey and Jaxon?”

“Of course not! They came into the barn with you so how could I. If you meant, do I want to talk with Dewey and Jaxon, then no. I would prefer not to talk to you as well.” said Odessa.

Jaxon decided to try to help. “Odessa,” he said, “we were only having a laugh at your expense, just like we had a good laugh at the man-servant’s expense with our snowball fight. Come on down so we can all talk about it.”

Odessa turned her back on them without saying a word.

Jaxon turned to Dewey. “You try.”

Dewey looked up at Odessa. “Hi, Odessa, this is Dewey. I can see right up your tail feathers from down here.”

Jaxon gave him a kick. “That is not going to help us!” he said.

“Okay,” said Dewey. “Hey, Odessa, do you want to have some of my food? NOT!”

Jaxon looked at him and shook his head in despair. “Please, Man-Servant … can you say something that might help?”

The man-servant told Dewey and Jaxon to go back to the farmhouse so that he and Odessa could hopefully talk.

“They’ve gone now, Odessa,” he said. “How about you coming down here, so we can talk?”

Odessa looked down at him from her beam. “I am going to have a nap.” she said. “Go back to the farmhouse and we’ll talk later.”

The man-servant returned to the farmhouse and told the others what she had said.

Jaxon looked at him. “Did she seem really upset with us?”

“I don’t think so.” said the man-servant. “She was fairly calm and said that she just wanted a nap. I guess we’ll understand her better later, when she wakes up.”

It was not long before they heard Odessa’s voice from outside. “Come on, guys. Come outside and play.” The man-servant put his jacket on and all three of them went outside to meet Odessa, but she was not there. They stood outside the doorway, looking around the yard, but there was no Odessa to be seen.

It was Jaxon who heard the gentle rumbling first. It was coming from the roof immediately above them. He looked up. “Run!” he shouted, but it was too late. A pile of snowballs dropped onto them, followed by even more in a steady stream. When the snowballs had stopped, Dewey and Jaxon could barely be seen by the man-servant, as they were almost buried in snowballs.

“Odessa!” he shouted. “Where are you?”

(to be continued…Part 3, the Conclusion, tomorrow 🙂


A Snowy Day Adventure

We did not wake up to a Winter Wonderland. The snow went around us, totally missing us.  For those of you who do have a Winter Wonderland perhaps you can identify with our friends from Moonbeam Farm.

To those of you who are more recent followers of mine I will explain. Colin from and I have had a lot of fun collaborating on a book called “The Odessa Chronicles” which we hope to have released soon. It has been quite a journey!

The stories center around the adventures of a witty barn owl named Odessa, a mischievous cat named Dewey, a care-free Jackalope named Jaxon, who also has some magical powers, and a caring Man-Servant, who tries to not go too crazy,  while taking care of them all! They love to have fun and to go on adventures. They have all become 4 best friends,  who live together on Moonbeam Farm. Sit back, put your feet up and catch a little inside glimpse of a day with our wonderful friends.

A Snowy Day Adventure (Part 1)

The man-servant wasn’t sure what to do. Winter had so far provided very little snow to play with, and so he had promised Odessa, Jaxon, and Dewey that they would go somewhere on an adventure. When he woke up that morning and looked out of the window, he saw that everything was covered with snow. That would make traveling a little difficult, but did make playing in the snow interesting.

Dewey woke up and went to join the man-servant, who was now in the kitchen and preparing breakfast for them both. “Good morning, Dewey!” said the man-servant. “I’m afraid our adventure will have to be postponed. We had a lot of snow overnight.”

Dewey smiled. “You mean like loads of it?” He jumped up onto the window sill and looked out. “That is so cool.” he said. “We can have a snowball fight. I really feel like throwing a snowball at somebody, but after my breakfast of course.”

The man-servant smiled as he watched Dewey eating his breakfast. He was obviously very excited about going outside and playing in the snow. “Okay!” said the man-servant, as soon as he saw that Dewey’s bowl was empty. “Let me grab my coat and scarf, and then we can go over to the barn and tell Jaxon and Odessa about our snow.”

They both went into the barn, but there were no signs of either Jaxon or Odessa. “Where do you think they could be?” asked Dewey.

The man-servant was puzzled. “I really don’t know,” he said, “but this is rather unusual, isn’t it? Let’s go outside and see if we can find them.”

They both went back outside, and were heading towards the farm gate, when “Splat!” a snowball hit the back of the man-servant’s head, and disintegrated. Bits of snowball started melting and sliding down his neck. He looked all around, but could not see where it had come from, although he did see Dewey laughing.

“You weren’t expecting that, were you, Man-Servant?” said Dewey.

The man-servant looked at him. “I know it didn’t come from you … but where did it come from? Do you know?”

Dewey was enjoying the man-servant’s confusion, and decided to make this situation part of their games. “Yes, Man-Servant,” he said, “I know exactly where it came from.”

“Well, are you going to tell me, or at least give me a clue?” said the man-servant. Just then another snowball landed “Splat!” on the man-servant’s head. Dewey was now rolling around in the snow and laughing as hard as he could.

“Yes, Man-Servant, I know exactly where they are coming from. You want a clue? Wait for a few minutes, and then I’ll give you a clue.”

The man-servant kept looking around for any kind of movement that might give away the location of the snowball thrower, but saw nothing. Suddenly, he heard Dewey. “Look up fast, Man-Servant!” As the man-servant looked upwards, a snowball went “Splat!” on his face. Because he instinctively started to wipe away the snow, he did not see which direction the snowball had come from.

This series of events was repeated for quite some time, with the man-servant a helpless target in a one-sided snowball fight. Up until then, it had been a cloudy day, but suddenly the sun shone through the clouds, and the man-servant noticed the shadow of wings moving across the snow towards him … and then he was hit once again by a snowball. He looked up this time.

“Odessa!” he shouted. “You wait!”

He bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, quickly making a perfectly round snowball. “This one’s got your name on it, Odessa.” he shouted.

“We’ll see!” shouted Odessa, as she landed on the roof of the barn, where Jaxon was making snowballs for her.

The man-servant was showing Dewey on how to make really good snowballs for him, and did not notice that Odessa was once again silently swooping towards him. “Splat!” Another snowball hit the man-servant, but this time he was already holding a snowball in his hand. He watched Odessa very carefully, and then threw his snowball at her. “Take that!” he said laughingly, but his laughter soon stopped, as he watched Odessa catch the snowball in her claws, turn sharply, and swoop down towards him once again. “Splat!”

Dewey looked at the man-servant, wiping new snow from his face. “Isn’t she so awesome? Doesn’t it make you feel sorry for the rodents around here? They don’t stand a chance. Quick, quiet, and precise.

What an awesome friend I have.”

“You just wait and see what I can do.” said the man-servant, as he carefully stacked up some snowballs.

Odessa and Jaxon had been watching from the roof of the barn. “Uh oh!” said Jaxon. “I think you might be in trouble now.”

Odessa smiled at him. “Why do you think that, Jaxon?” she asked.

Jaxon pointed to the man-servant’s pile of snowballs. “Look at all those. How many can you catch at a time, Odessa?”

“Listen very carefully Jaxon. I am going to take you back down to the ground, where I would like you to join forces with Dewey. The man-servant will be no match for all three of us.”

The man-servant was poised over his pile of snowballs, and waiting for Odessa’s next attack, when he saw Jaxon coming across the yard. “Hi, Jaxon!” he said. “Come to watch the battle?”

“Something like that.” said Jaxon. “Something like that.”

He then sat next to Dewey and they both quickly became engrossed in a conversation. After a few minutes, the man-servant noticed that Jaxon had gone. “What happened to Jaxon?” he asked Dewey.

“Nothing happened to him,” said Dewey. “He wanted to see the battle from the other side of you.” The man-servant looked around, and sure enough, Jaxon was sitting in the snow a short distance away.

The air suddenly went very still, and completely silent. The man-servant looked around. This is rather unusual, he thought. Absolutely nothing is happening. There is just this sense of perfect peace.

He suddenly heard something in the air overhead, and looking up, he saw Odessa in a high-speed dive and heading right for him. As she released her snowball, the man-servant was throwing his. Odessa caught his snowball, and was circling to drop it, as the man-servant was bending over to pick up another one. As he was about to throw it, he was hit by a snowball on his right shoulder. He turned to see who threw it, and saw Dewey laughing and getting another snowball.

He was about to throw his snowball at Dewey in retaliation, when Odessa’s snowball hit him. He looked up to see her flying away, and was then hit by a snowball on his left shoulder. Looking around, he saw Jaxon jumping up and down in excitement. For the next few minutes, he was totally overwhelmed by snowballs, coming at him from seemingly all directions. It was not long before he had to admit that he could not possibly win against all three of them … but he had a plan.

(to be continued … tomorrow 🙂