A Place to Belong

“Ladies and gentlemen I am sorry to inform you that we will not be hearing from Henrietta, the Singing Hippo tonight.”

Big, crocodile tears rolled down Henrietta’s cheeks. She heard Mike’s loud, boominy voice echoing through the building. She would miss Mike, he had always been nice to her.

Where she was going to go she didn’t know, all she knew is that she couldn’t stay.

She was tired. Always performing night after night. Henrietta loved to sing, so at first this had been a dream job. Who would have thought that she would ever tire of singing and she knew that deep down she wasn’t tired of singing. No, she was tired of performing!

She was tired of being criticized if the audience wasn’t big enough or.they didn’t clap enough. The owner Claude was all about numbers and money and when his expectations weren’t met, it was Henrietta who suffered.

Enough was enough! She had finally stood up to Claude and his response was to fire her. She had only wanted to cut back her hours and be treated better but maybe this would be for the best. It was time for a change.

The night was dark as Henrietta plodded down the street not knowing where she was headed. Her picture on the billboard glared down on her and she was sad , but also a little excited. Who knew what the next adventure in store for her would be.

Henrietta was getting hot , she had ro find a river to cool off in soon. She had been walking for awhile and was tired.

What was that sound? She was glad to see a swamp ahead of her, but what was wrong. It looked like there was a girl dressed in a beautiful gown and crying.

When Henrietta got up to the girl she asked her what was wrong.

Isabella gulped at seeing Henrietta and hearing her talk. But should she be surprised? Why not add a talking hippo to this mixed up night!

“I thought I was headed to a grand ball, but I am stuck at this muddy swamp!”

Croak,Croak! The bullfrogs song was the only sound of the night.

Henrietta wasn’t quite sure what to say and then the girl spoke again.

The crazy magician was supposed to turn one of.these frogs into a Prince but he ended up turning himself into a frog! Now I have no way to get anywhere for the Jackalopes ran away with the wagon.” Isabella started to cry again.

Wow! Henrietta thought that she had problems, but magicians that turned into bullfrogs and runaway Jackalopes! Poor Henrietta wasn’t sure what to think.

They both sat and stared into the swamp at the frogs jumping around and one bullfrog in particular seemed very agitated! It wouldn’t stop jumping!

Henrietta pointed to it. “Do you think thats the magician?”

Isabella looked and then started to laugh and she kept laughing. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her face again, but these were happy tears.

Henrietta started laughing as well, for laughter is contagious. Oh it felt good to laugh.

After a few minutes she tried to compose herself enough to say. “HI, I am Henrietta, the singing hippo.”

Isabella was wiping her cheeks, she had stopped to catch a breath.

“You sing??”

Henrietta opened her mouth to sing and Isabelle couldn’t believe it. As if this night could get any crazier, she once again found herself overcome by laughter. The bullfrogs provided back up music for Henrietta. One poor bullfrog though wasn’t croaking. It was still jumping frantically all around the swamp.

The Rowboat Surprise

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Danny looked at the rowboat. It was still here, just like it had been for the past 3 days. Did it belong to someone or did they decide to leave it docked here for anyone to use?

Dare he use it? He would bring it back and leave it here for when its owner returned.

10 year old Danny wrestled with the question in his head. The water was sparkling and the ducks were quacking, They were calling to him, he had to get in the boat.

Not being able to resist it any longer he climbed in and started rowing.

Being out on the water was great. The perfect way to spend the day. He was so happy that it was summer and school was out. Rowing on a lake sure did beat sitting in Mrs. Willian’s boring geography class!

The ducks were following him and he wished he had brought some bread along to feed them.

Feeling the rays of the sun shining on him Danny started to feel drowsy. Really drowsy. Before he knew it he drifted off to sleep.

“There he is, someone finally took the bait. But he’s only a boy.”

“Doesn’t matter, she wasn’t specific about what age the person was. You heard her, she said to bring to her the person who takes the boat.”

Edmund sighed. How did he end up in this position? Working for a crazy woman. What was her plan? She hadn’t even told them. To her they were only peons, she said “Jump” and they said “How high?”

Edmund and Billy rowed over to the boat and picked up the sleeping boy. The sleeping potion that had been spread inside the boat was doing its job pretty well. Danny groaned a little, but didn’t open his eyes. They laid him on the bench in their boat and started rowing to the secret cove.

(To be continued…)

A New Beginning

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“What do you say? Are you in on the plan?”

“You know I will always follow you , wherever you go!” Sugarpie replied, rubbing her head against Cottonball’s head. We can’t be separated.”

They stood there for awhile, nuzzling against one another.until they fell asleep. Dreaming of the brave venture they would make tomorrow.

It had been an anxious day of waiting, but the time was close now. The other sheep were busy grazing, and Silas the shepherd boy was under the shady Maple tree. He was finishing up his lunch and soon he would be asleep. It happened every day.

“You know the way, right? Asked Sugarpie.

“Of course I do, no worries!”

Within a few moments, it waa just as Cottonball had said. Silas threw his apple core in the grass, leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes.

Cottonball shook his head. One day Silas was going to wake up to all his sheep being gone! Cottonball was so relieved to be leaving.

It dangerous here, hungry wolves waited to atrack the sheep and often got some before Silas was able to do anything! There was no way Cottonball wanted anything to happen to his Sugarpie, he was taking her somewhere safe.

“Okay Sugarpie lets go!” Slowly they ambled down the hill. Once they were down they picked up speed. They were on their way to a better place.

If the rumors were right this place where they were headed had sweeter grass to graze on and was much safer. It was idyllic. It was a smaller place with only a few other friendly animals.

There was one cow, and sometimes another cow lived there too. Cottonball had been told that she came and went. It was a mystery where she disappeared to at times. She was a little crazy, but had a good heart.

The only other animals were 2 sheep. There were only 2 other sheep instead of 100! How nice that would be to not feel lost in the crowd.

They stopped at a creek to get a drink. It was getting pretty hot out.

After quenching their thirst they continued on. Both of them were finding it hard to contain their excitement.

“We should almost be there.”

“I am looking forward to meeting the young lady that we were told comes and visits. She brings sweet treats for the animals, and they say that she is so kind.”

Sugarpie’s taste buds were tingling. ” Are you sure the farmer won’t turn us away?”

“From what I hear he is a really nice old chap, but his brain gets a bit fuzzy at times. He will probably think we have always been there.”

Sugarpie’s heart warmed. A new beginning. New adventures awaiting them at Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s farm.

The Stirrings of Love

The bell jingled as 2 customers walked into the coffee shop.

“Amanda! What a great surprise. I didn’t know you were in town.” said Cara brightly, walking towards her to give her a hug. She gave Sarah a hug too.

“She stayed with me last night and we knew that we had to visit the best coffee shop in town!” said Sarah, with a wink.

“Now you are sounding like Mason! He says that and I remind him that we are the only coffee shop in this small town! But I have to admit that with my homemade pies, we are the best.” Cara said, with a laugh.

“Speaking of Mason, where is he?”

“He is running late, said he had a rough night sleeping.” Cara replied.

Amanda listened to them chatting and thought to herself how she had trouble sleeping too. She was thinking too much of a very handsome guy with thick, wavy brown hair.

The bell jangled Amanda out of her thoughts and all 3 ladies turned to see Mason walk in. He looked a little rough.

“You look like you could use a large cup of coffee, let me get you one.”

Cara went behind the counter to make it.

“Hi Mason”, Amanda greeted him with a shy smile.

Mason felt a little unnerved at seeing her, but he couldn’t deny that his heart started beating a little faster.

“Nice to see you again!” he said, putting out his hand.

“She couldn’t stay away any longer from the best Coffee Shop in town”, Sarah said.

“And here is some of the best coffee!” said Cara, while handing Mason his coffee.

“Thank you!” he said, still keeping his gaze on Amanda. He took a gulp and made a face as the coffee sprayed out of his mouth. Amanda jumped back, and Cara was shaking with laughter.

“Oops! Did I put the wrong coffee in your cup, here is some black coffee, I promise.”

Mason took the cup from her hand, without saying a word. Amanda and Sarah were shaking their heads in amusement.

“Excuse me ladies, I think Tippner just came in.” Mason said turning and walking away giving Cara a look.

The ladies decided to get together for supper and plan how they would spend the weekend. The coffee shop was going to be closed for Mason was going on a camping trip with Tippner. Old man Fuzzywhistle wanted to go but he couldn’t leave his animals. He didn’t want his little lamb wandering off again.

While enjoying a nice supper at Sarah’s house they talked about the guys going camping.

“Its too bad that Old Man Fuzzywhistle can’t go. He loves his animals.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” Cara said with excitement. “Why don’t we watch the animals!”

Amanda and Sarah looked at each other. “Why not! Great idea. Its not that hard to take care of a cow and sheep!” they replied.

They decided to go pay Mr. Fuzzywhistle a visit and see what he thought of the idea.

Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s doorbell rang, but he kept talking to Tippner and Mason who had dropped by. He hadn’t heard the doorbell until the 4th ring, just as Tippner was getting ready to tell him.

The ladies were surprised to see the guys but they weren’t in the house long before they smelled a strange odor. They grimaced and looked at the guys with a questioning look.

Tippner was a little flushed and Mason spoke up. Someone, who shall remain nameless, stepped in a cow pie and got some on his pants as well.

After the girls stopped laughing they told Mr. Fuzzywhistle their idea and he loved it! It was all set. Tomorrow the guys would leave for a camping trip and the ladies would run the farm! It was sure to be a great weekend for all of them.

…to be continued…

Following the Glowing Rocks

The four friends were pondering the messages that they had seen on the rocks. They all had been rock climbing and when they made it to the top of the mountain they found 7 rocks in a circle. They each had one word on them. The rocks spelled out “The Magic Tunnel is waiting for You!”

On the bottom of each rock was a map showing the way to go. They were very curious, but should they really go? They kept debating.

“Will you make up your mind!” Billy said to Quincy. “Eithet sit or stand! How can we think when you keep moving up and down?”

Quincy sat down and they began talking once more about the mysterious rocks.

“Whoa! Look!” Jack said. “The rocks are changing colors and glowing!” He quickly grabbed his camera and started snapping. All of them were mesmerized.

Now they all were in agreement. There was no doubt about it, they had to follow the rocks. Who knew what cool things they may find in the tunnel! After studying the maps for a little bit they decided they were ready to go.

They all climbed back down the mountain and started heading for the magic tunnel. They were making good progress when suddenly Jack stepped into a snare.

His heart began to beat like a bass drum.

About the same time the other guys yelled as they fell into deep holes!

Now what were they going to do? Billy laid in the deep hole thinking, what a fine kettle of fish they were in now, and he let out a long sigh.

Facing Uncertainty

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The fog was so thick this morning. Katy was really glad that she didn’t have far to go to work. Driving in fog in NYC traffic had her stressed out by the time she arrived at work.

She had worked at the law firm for 6 months now and still couldn’t stop smiling at the sight of her brass name plate on the door.

Stress from the traffic started to melt away as she sat down at her desk, ready to start the day.

“Good Morning Katy!” Matt said, as he waltzed into her office and sat a hot cup of Peppermint Mocha on her desk.

“Thanks Matt! Appreciate it.”

“You are welcome. I thought you might need it to prepare you for whats coming today.” He replied.

“Prepare me? What do you mean?”giving him a quizzical look.

“Meeting at 2pm, you will find out everything then.” he said, and turned away.

“But…but…Matt?”

He turned back around and gave Katy a reassuring smile. “It will be OK, I believe in you. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked you to be my partner. He gave her a wink and walked out the door, leaving Katy to wonder.

Well, the stress had been melting away. She took a sip of her peppermint mocha and tried to tell herself not to worry. She trusted Matt, he had been great to work with. A month ago they had celebrated their victory over a murder case that they had worked on together.

Katy’s heart broke for the victim’s family, but she was glad that she helped in bringing the family justice. Nothing could take away the pain of their loss, but at least one less murderer was walking the street.

It was a busy morning with phone calls and meeting with 2 clients. Before she knew it the time had come for the meeting with Matt. She walked to Matt’s office feeling confident, as she knocked on his door.

“Come in.” Katy turned the knob and walked in, surprised to see another gentleman in the room.

Matt walked over to Katy and said, “i would like you to meet Mr. Patrick Duvette. He is a FBI agent.

Katy’s heart started beating a little fast and her hand shook some as she put it out to shake Patrick’s hand. What was he doing here, she wondered.

“Lets all take a seat and we will explain everything, Katy.” Matt said. “Patrick is here to take you away for your own protection for a little while.”

Katy’s eyes grew bjg. “What! What are you talking about? I have only been working here for 6 months!”

Matt sighed. “I know, but that case we won last month seems to have left you some dangerous enemies. We received a death threat and they specifically mentioned you. I am sorry, I know this comes as a shock to you. I will do all I can to get to the bottom of things, I promise. For now you need to work with me in making sure you are safe. Patrick has a safe place to take you too.

Katy’s mind was swimming with questions and fear! Someone had made a death threat against her! She started feeling a little sick.

Patrick noticed her looking pale. He walked over to her and took her hand. “I understand this is frightening but let me reassure you that you will be very safe at this place. You won’t be alone!”

Matt offered her a bottle of water which she drank, while Patrick filled her in on more details.

Katy shoved her journal into her bulging suitcase and took one more look around her apartment. She didn’t know when she would be back. At least she had been able to go see her first Broadway show last week. The Lion King had been amazing!

Patrick was waiting for her right outside her door. She gave him a brave smile and said, “I’m ready.” She said the words but her stomach was in knots. Patrick couldn’t tell her exactly where she was going. He did say that she would have deliciois food there though. She laughed, well food was important.

Katy watched out the window as they drove out of the city. She felt exhausted from the stress of her day. Her eyes grew heavy and sleep overtook her, as she headed into another new beginning.

3AM Thoughts!

Lisette tossed and turned, and turned again. The bright green glow from her alarm clock showed that it was 3AM!

Letting out a groan she grabbed her pillow and smacked it down on the bed, what was she going to do?

Her cell phone had messages from work, her friends and her Mom. She had texted them before so that they wouldn’t worry about her absence, but now they were wanting details.

She had been at Miss. Libby’s Bed and Breakfast Inn for a week now. Miss. Libby was so nice, hadn’t asked her any questions, just told her how glad she was to have her there. Business had been slow lately and she was getting lonely.

Lisette could easily get used to being spoiled by Libby’s delicious meals. As a rule, she only provided breakfast , but she was so glad for Lisette’s company, that she happily made supper for her too.

Lisette was grateful for her hospitality. Everyone she had met so far had been so kind. It seemed like a nice, little town. She loved the quaint little shops. She had went clothes shopping the first day she was there, for she really needed new clothes!

Miss.Libby had referred her to Miss.Jill’s Fabric and Dress Shop. Oh, the beautiful clothes she had! Lisette was so glad that she had money on her when she had shaken the cow bell.

She really was enjoying herself here. Back home she had wrestled with not knowing the next step to take, but now….perhaps she had just taken the next step! Perhaps this town was meant for her. Miss. Libby had said that she was welcome to stay as long as she would like.

They enjoyed afternoon teas. Miss. Libby loved to talk and Lisette was fascinated with the stories she shared about her life, as she sipped her Vanilla Chai tea. Miss. Libby had lived in this town for a long time and she could tell you about every person who lived here.

One afternoon she had told Lisette that she needed to tell her the story of the Chicken Man. The Chicken Man? Lisette was curious but Miss. Libby said she had to lie down for her nap and she would tell her later. Lisette was still waiting.

When Lisette walked through town she had seen “Help Wanted” signs on some of the shops. She really needed a job, if she planned on staying. Thats what she would do. She let out a contented sigh. She had a plan.

In the morning, after a yummy breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits and pancakes with a slice of honeydew melon, she would go out job hunting.

If she found a job that she enjoyed she would stay. A simple plan … the only difficult part was going to be explaining it to her friends and her parents.

The glowing numbers on the clock said 3:45, she had to get some sleep. This would all work out, thats what she would tell herself. Think positive. That is what her Dad had taught her to do. She wanted adventure and it looked like she had found it, thanks to the magic of an old, enchanted bell.

Betsy’s Escape … The Conclusion!

You don’t have to wait any longer, the conclusion to Jason’s tale is here! ENJOY a dose of laughter for your day. Here is the link to Part 1 if you missed it. Betsy’s Escape

Laughter always makes the day brighter, and you will get it with this story. Thanks again Jason for sharing your creative imagination with us all. Who would have thought that Betsy would have such a major role in this saga. I really had thought that she was just a simple cow on Luke’s farm. But, what did I know!

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A guard wandered by. Betsy swished her tail and chewed her cud. After the guard was far enough away, Betsy said “I can get yoooou out of this place. There is a nanny goat just beyond those trees. She is not a very smart goat, but she’ll doooo.” Betsy whispered, like only a cow can, “Work your way over there and when the guards aren’t loooooking, give your clothes to the goat. This goat cannot resist playing dress-up with huuuuuman clothes, so she’ll put them on and wander around in your orange jump suit. The guards will think that the goat is you. I have other clothes for you to put on in a small basket nearby.”

“Then what?” Tanya asked “We are a long way from town.”

“I’ve arranged transportation.” Betsy answered “but I hope you don’t mind strange gnuuuuus.”

“What news? Is something else happening?” Tanya asked.

“No not news, …. Nevermind. There will be a truck and a, um, wildebeest in it down by the road. He’s a thickheaded sort, but he’ll keep his mouth shut.” Betsy said.

With that, Betsy wandered back over to the trees and the guards paid her no attention.

After a few minutes, Tanya had worked her way over to near the tree line and saw a goat near a tree. When the guards were not looking, she stripped out of her orange jumpsuit and threw it to the goat. The goat looked at the clothing for a second, as if trying to decide whether to eat them or put them on. Tanya was feeling quite exposed, but finally the goat slipped into her jump suit, stood on its hind hooves and wandered out in the field to be with the other strange animals wearing orange jump suits.

Tanya darted for the woods, and soon found a basket with some clothing. Annie’s clothing. Well, that would be fitting. Tanya made it through the woods and sure enough there was a truck with a wildebeest behind the wheel and Betsy in the back.

“Now for your part of the deal” said the cow.

“So, you want to leave Luke’s farm, but don’t want him to come looking for you.” Tanya said. “You need what you just gave me: a decoy.”

“You mean a decow.” Betsy snickered, “And where do you propose to find a decoy for me? For I am quite moonique.”

“Ugghhhh” Tanya said “enough with the puns. They are only funny to the person making them. Everyone else just groans.”

A small tear appeared in Betsy’s eye and rolled down her cheek.

“I met a woman once name Tonya. She has a cow named Bessie that looks remarkably similar to you.” Tanya continued. “But this cow isn’t smart like you and can’t talk. So, we buy Bessie and put your brand on her. You stick her in your barn with your cowbell and old Luke will be none the wiser.”

Tanya and Betsy both had mischievous glee in their eyes at this plan and set about to put it in motion. Tanya gave Gnippy directions to Tonya’s farm, hopped in with Betsy and they sped away.

Late that evening, Lou once again hid in the shrubbery eating the occasional unlucky grasshopper, when a truck came down the road and stopped at the barn. Lou stifled a honk and watched as two cows emerged from the truck. He couldn’t tell them apart from this far away. That wildebeest from Borden also got out of the driver’s seat and went into the barn with the cattle.

Lou, risking detection, flew across the pasture to the barn hoping to see the goings on inside. But he was too late. He heard the truck drive away and saw its taillights heading down the road in the darkness. He heard mooing and a bell clanging in the barn. ‘Betsy’ he thought ‘now I can see where she hid the gold.’

Lou crept in the barn and there she was. But, it wasn’t Betsy. Sure, this cow would fool any person into believing she was Betsy, but Lou knew right away that this was an impasture, um imposter.”

But Lou also knew something else. He knew that for the first time in his long goose life he was feeling love at first site. He always thought that he would meet some nice goosy or maybe even a swan and settle down someday. He never thought that he’d fall for a cow. But such a beautiful cow and one look in those dark topaz brown eyes, and Lou was over-the-moon in love. He forgot all about Betsy and her gold.

Luke thought he heard honking and Betsy’s cowbell ringing in the barn that night. Odd cow.

Gnippy and Betsy had one stop to make. Not far from Luke’s farm was a tree with a white cross marking the spot under it where Betsy had hidden the treasure under the cover of darkness. Gnippy stayed at the truck, mystified by the fireflies dancing around, while Betsy went and unearthed the treasure chest.

A year later on a tropical beach, a strange, horned woman in a grass skirt and an odd bikini top lounges on a chair, drinking something with a tiny umbrella in it and listening to the surf role in. Betsy and Lou had each found their own paradise. And none of the human people were any the wiser.

Back up north in Borden, Patrick walked down the street to his office. In the shadows a silhouette of a woman emerged and began following him.

Betsy’s Escape

I am beginning to think these characters have cast a spell, making it impossible to end their story. Jason realized that there were still some loose ends to tie up from Part 2, so he did another great job again with Part 3. Betsy is really wanting her time in the limelight! Enjoy! Just a tip as you read, you may not want to be drinking anything while reading, if you don’t want to find yourself spitting it out! Yes, the master of puns has managed to do it again!  I split his Part 3 into 2 parts. On Thursday I will post the conclusion. 🙂 

Betsy’s Escape

It was the kind of warm sunny evening that would make you feel like you could just sit outside scratching insect bites all night. A full moon was rising, frogs were croaking, and fireflies flashed in and out among the trees. Lou had been watching Luke’s barn for two days now, waiting for Betsy to leave it unguarded, but the cow would not stray far from her pen.

Lou was getting hungry. He had caught a few grasshoppers, but they just weren’t filling enough. He may have to resort to eating fireflies, though they did give him heartburn.

Inside the barn Betsy was making plans. Acquiring the gold had only been a means to an end. What Betsy really wanted was to be free of Luke’s farm and liver own life. Sure, three square meals of hay a day were nice, but Betsy yearned to be free and not under Luke’s yoke. She also didn’t want to be around any more talking animals. With talking animals it could go either of two ways: really bad, orwell, and she had lived with them since 1984 and now she was through living on an animal farm.

She did enjoy having fun at Luke’s expense from time-to-time. Knowing Luke had never met his dad, Betsy sometimes stood at his bedroom window in the middle of the night while he was sleeping and bellowed in a deep voice “Luke…… I, am your father.”  Luke often awoke screaming after this with Betsy in the shadows outside chuckling.

But a nice warm sunny beach is where Betsy longed to be. Not boggy and rocky like Borden, but somewhere sandy down in the tropics where she could lay in the sun and tan her hide. And, if she could avoid eating it, she could wear a grass skirt and blend in with the locals.

But she needed a plan, for Luke was smart and he had well-placed cousins that would track Betsy to the ends of the Earth if she just stampeded away. She decided that she must visit Tanya. Tanya knew how to disappear, but she had a weakness for men. Betsy had no such weakness for she tolerated no bull. Yes, maybe she could persuade Tanya to help her devise a plan to escape from Luke’s farm.

So, as the moon rose, Betsy set out for the Mandy Guardtower State Women’s Prison where Tanya was locked up. Betsy crept out of the barn and headed up the river on her way to the big house.

Finally, Lou saw some movement at the farm. The barn door opened and a bovine silhouette emerged and quietly sneaked away, well quiet except for the occasional clanging of her cowbell. At last Lou had his chance. He waited until Betsy was out of site and slowly goose-stepped to the barn door. He looked around to see if anyone had seen him, suppressed a loud honk, and entered the barn.

Lou found Betsy’s lantern and lit it revealing piles and piles of hay. The gold could be anywhere and he didn’t know when Betsy would be back. He quickly grabbed a pitchfork and got to work. After a few minutes of going through stack after stack of hay, and finding several needles but no gold, he heard a distant voice say “I’m just going to check on Betsy before bed time.” Oh no, farmer Luke was coming to the barn.

Lou could hide in the hay, but what would Luke do when he didn’t find Betsy. Lou was so worried he almost started honking nervously. He then let out his best ‘mooooo’. He hoped it sounded convincing to the farmer. The footsteps stopped for a second, and then turned around. Luke was returning to the man-barn. “Whew!” Lou sighed and then honked. He froze until he heard the door of the man-barn shut.

That was a close call. Lou redoubled his effort with pitchfork in wing and sought out Betsy’s treasure. He searched well into the night and left no straw unturned, but he could not find the cow’s valuables. He did find several pies though, cow pies. Uck, he was getting more and more sick of this cow by the minute.

The next morning Betsy arrived at the prison as the prisoners were working in the field. The prison guards took no notice of a cow walking around so Betsy was easily able to walk right up to Tanya. Betsy swished her tail and swatted Tanya’s head. Tanya turned around, and after a brief second of confusion, recognition entered her eyes. “You’re that Luke’s cow. I never quite knew what to think of you.”

Betsy bent down gathered some alfalfa in her mouth and started to chew.

“You know, I could swear I saw you driving a boat once.” Tanya said “Come back here to finish the job?”

“Nooooo,” Betsy mooed “I need your help and I willing to help yoooooou in return.”

“What could I possibly do to help you?” Tanya asked

“I need to leave Luuuuke’s farm and I don’t want him to come after me. I want to be gone for goooood.” said Betsy.

“I’ll help you plan this out, but I need out of this prison. Orange is just not my color you see. And I’ll have my revenge on a certain man down in Borden one day.” Tanya said.

A Fun Surprise!

I love to write, as is obvious, but having wonderful “followers” makes it all the more fun! I appreciate all of you who take the time to read my posts that vary between the serious and as one follower described it, “zany” posts.

I recently ended a crazy series about Anna/Tanya and love how many of you stayed with me throughout the several stories of series that doesn’t seem to end! In my last post, Farewell Anna! one of my followers, who has a great sense of humor,  added onto the story. I do have creative followers who love to add their insights into my stories, making me laugh and yes at times, ….”smack my head”… If you read the comments in my stories I am sure you have noticed that!

I was thinking of how the addition that this follower wrote needed to be shared, and then he surprised me last night with another part to his story. He wondered if I would like to use it for a post and I loved the idea! His additional conclusion to my story will be in 2 parts. I hope you enjoy Part 1 today. Laughter is something needed every day and I do believe you will get that from Jason’s story.  I am sure Jason would appreciate hearing your thoughts on his contribution to a saga, that has grown into much more than what had started out as just a simple story! Thanks Jason for sharing your creativity! For those of you not familiar with the story about Anna, it may help to know that Betsy is a cow, like no other cow, and Portia is a pig

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About a year later, under the deep emerald blue seas, in a cave with an opening shaped like a heart… bubbles rose from the inky black depths and settled against the roof of the cave. Deep within the cave, there were dim lights moving through the darkness. Three divers pressed on through the meandering passages until they arrived at a large underground cavern filled with air. The three emerged from the black water and into the cave.

“Snort, the map was correct” grunted Portia, her azure green eyes glimmering with greed.

“It better be. It cost moooore gallons of milk than I can count.” said Betsy, water dripping from her cowbell.

“You ladies going to sit here clucking, or are we going to find the gold. Cluck Cluck.” said the un-named chicken.

“Won’t the farmer be suspicious?” snorted Portia.

“No, he thinks we’re sweet dumb farm animals.” said Betsy with a disdainful sneer.

“Come on! Cluck Cluck. Into the cave. Times wasting!”

With nothing but their flashlights against the overpowering darkness, our three unsuspecting treasure hunters pressed on into the cave. When suddenly a rush of wind passed Betsy ear, she dropped to the ground just as a blade shot across where her head had been a second before.

“Mooooooo!” Betsy bellowed “There are udder traps, I mean booby traps in this place.”

“Yeah, snort, you two be careful.” said Portia with a smirk on her snout.

They pressed on through the darkness. “What’s that up ahead?” clucked the chicken. There was a rush of metal and bones and the chicken was caught off guard.

After the feathers had settled, Betsy and Portia could see the poor chicken run through with the dead pirates sword. His skull appearing to be agape in laughter.

“Pirate Sanders the gray beard!” Gasped Betsy.

“I hear he was a colonel before becoming a pirate.” oinked Portia. “Snort. We must be more careful lest we end up skewered like the chicken.”

When they got to the entrance to a larger cavern, Portia came to a sudden halt. “Mooooove.” bellowed Betsy.

“No, wait!” Portia snorted “It could be another trap!”

Betsy and Portia carefully shined their lights around until they found the carefully concealed trip wire and saw the trap. “You really saved our bacon, Portia.” mooed Betsy.

They carefully stepped over the trip wire and reached the treasure chest at the center of the chamber. It was filled with gold coins that gleamed in the light of their flashlights. And on top there was a crown. Betsy read the inscription in the inside.

“What does it say? Oink, What does it say?” snorted Portia, because pigs can’t read.

“It says ‘King Jack’” said Betsy with a chuckle “I wondered what became of him.”

Betsy and Portia began hauling the treasure chest back through the cave to the water’s edge. As they neared the waters edge Betsy turned just in time to see Portia rushing her and slammed her against the cave wall. “The gold is all mine!” snorted Portia.

“Not so fast.” Betsy bellowed as she became a whirlwind of hooves and horns. Hooves, and horns, and a cowbell rained punishment down on Portia. Portia fell against the cave floor and Betsy pounced on her to end it once and for all.

But at the last second Portia darted to the side and put those years of karate practice into effect. She landed a pork chop to Betsy’s head and a ham hock to her rump. Betsy was being pummeled and tenderized by Portia’s knuckles. But Betsy still had fight left in her and t-boned Portia driving the wind out of her.

The two competitors tusselled on the floor, in an udderly ridiculous struggle to see who would hog all of the gold for herself. Their were snorts, and moooos, and the continuous ringing of a cowbell….

Late that evening after the sun had set and the sky was deep magentas and indigo, something emerged from the surf on the shore of Tanya’s island. Four hooves hit the wet sand dragging an old treasure chest, off to find an abandoned row boat. The faint honking of a goose was heard high in the sky.

(to be continued)