The Charm of a Special Friend

This story is a continuation from last night’s post, The Thinking Tree

Spending time at Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s small farm was always a delight to Molly. They didn’t live in the same town, but Molly’s parents tried to visit pretty often.

Creampuff, the white lamb, Molly adored. She was also thrilled to get to know the 2 other sheep that Mr. Fuzzywhistle had acquired recently. One day they just happened to show up and to Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s pleasure they stayed.

Kimberly and Jacob watched Molly giving Creampuff a bottle. They loved how drawn she was to animals. She loved them so much.

They felt that the animals, especially one in particular, helped her to start talking again.

Kimberly’s heart melted while watching Molly with her favorite animal. She was sitting down on the grass in front of Betsy, the cow.

Mr. Fuzzywhistle was standing with Jacob and Kimberly, chatting.

. “Its the strangest thing. Molly and Betsy must have an extraordinary connection. Betsy disappears a lot. She can be gone for days at a time, but whenever Molly comes to visit Betsy shows up before she gets here.”

Noone said anything. They couldn’t describe it but they knew there was something special about Betsy and Molly’s friendship.

How Betsy loved Molly. She could chat for hours and Betsy would listen. She had known Molly before Molly even knew that Betsy existed.

Molly hadn’t seen her standing guard outside her Grammy’s house when her Grammy’s heart had given out in the middle of the night.

She didn’t know that Betsy had stopped the evil rabbit Jasper from taking Molly. The good bunnies had come to her rescue gathering around her.

Yes, Betsy loved Molly, and she wouldn’t share Molly’s secrets.

“Isn’t that so precious.” said Kimberly. Molly had stretched out on her belly in the grass, lying her head on Betsy’s stomach.

“You are a good friend Betsy! You listened to me even when I couldn’t talk. I remember those days. My words just wouldn’t come out. I was scared and confused. Remember me telling you that?”

“I had run away from Grammy’s house for she was sleeping sooo long. I wanted to get help but didn’t know where to go. I wandered down the road, got lost and started crying. Then several bunnies appeared all around me! Oh Betsy, they were such friendly, fuzzy wuzzy bunnies!”

“Then Kimberly came and I was so confused. I wanted my Grammy, but Kimberly seemed nice. And she really is Betsy! She loves me lots and I love her. She gives good hugs like Grammy did.”

Molly yawned and her eyes closed as she snuggled in close to Betsy’s neck. Betsy kissed her forehead.

Kimberly’s heart was full as they picked up sleeping Molly and carried her to the car.

It was so good to see Molly have a peaceful evening. She hoped she would sleep through the night. Typically after a visit to the farm she did! The past week she had been waking up crying in the middle of the night. All Kimberly or Jacob could do was rock her, until her crying subsided.

On the ride home Kimberly thought of how everyone talks about therapy dogs. They are wonderful, no doubt about it, but Kimberly knew of one very special therapy cow.

Magical Pizza?

This is Part 2 to last night’s post, Disorder in the Court

Sid was sitting on a park bench back in Rosewood Park, shaking his head! He had grabbed some mushroom pizza and was enjoying it in the park.

That was the most wild ride he had ever experienced! He looked at the cowbell in his hand. How did it have such magical powers?

He so didn’t understand, but he was truly thankful that he was out of the police station! Talk about being scared witless!

That Veronica woman had looked like she was about to deck him when she saw him in her apartment. He didn’t blame her. Its just too bad that he wasn’t thinking straight enough to shake the cowbell before the police got there!

He thought he wouldn’t see the cowbell again but somehow it ended up back in his cell on his tray of porridge. Had one of the guards taken pity on him and returned it or was it a mistake? He wasn’t goimg to debate the answer, he shook it 3x and left in a cloud of pink and purple dust.

Now he was back in the park wondering what to do with the bell. He was scared to see where it might take him next but his curiosity might get the best of him!

What was that? He squinted and looked again. Yes, he wasn’t seeing things. There really was a large, brown cow standing at the edge of the field, across from the park.

Hmmm…he hadn’t ever remembered seeing a cow before when he was at the park. Looking at the cowbell again, a thought dawned on him. Nooo! That was crazy, but…he looked again and he got the distinct impression that the cow was watching him.

Could it really be? Could the magical cowbell belong to the cow? Oh, he was going loco, perhaps he shouldn’t have got the mushroom pizza from the Food Truck across the street.

This was beginning to feel like deja vue. Wasn’t it mushroom pizza that he had just finished eating the other day, before he landed in Veronica’s house? OH NO! He looked at the last piece in his hand. It flew out of his hand as a great cloud of pink and purple smoke circled around him.

Magical Dreams

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Scenes of her life were flying through her dreams. The time when she was in the secret cave underwater with Charlie and the tragic end to his life.

The time she helped break up a smuggling ring with some guy. She couldn’t remember his name, but he did have some impressive karate moves. What Betsy most remembered though was the luxurious waveyness of his hair. Humans sure did have some strange hair.

She dreamed about the lady. Lisette, who tried to steal her special bell. Betsy had to go to her Inn to get the bell back. Everyone was always after her bell it seemed. They obviously didn’t know who they were messing with.

Ahh! Now she was back in the barn where she had been born. Her Mama was there, her sweet Mama!

Betsy loved her Mom. She was always gentle with her, except for the times when Betsy was misbehaving! She could tell when she better straighten up, by the intense look in her Mama’s deep brown eyes.

Her Mama had given her guidance and shared so much wisdom as Betsy grew.

The magical feeling she had when her Mama passed on her gift of the enchanted cowbell, was a day Betsy would never forget!

She slowly opened her eyes still feeling the warmth of her sweet Mama. It was almost like she was standing right by Betsy again. Side by side while they grazed in the pasture. She heard her Mama’s voice again, sharing secrets about the enchanted cowbell.

Betsy had so many adventures with that bell but there were still so many to come. There was one secret about the cowbell that Betsy was most intrigued with. When her Mama explained to her how … and Betsy closed her eyes to visit dreamland once more.

The Magic Begins

Margaret was enjoying listening to the bluebird singing, while rocking on the porch swing. She wondered if it was singing to attract a mate. Was it ready to build a nest?

Margaret loved springtime! Flowers bloomed, trees began to bud, some even grew Easter eggs. She laughed to herself, Henry had been so excited making their tree into an egg tree. The grandkids were coming and Henry knew they would love it.

The screen door opened and Margaret turned her head. Henry was coming out the door with 2 glasses of lemonade. Together they sat on the swing, chatting and enjoying a relaxing afternoon.

The grandkids hadn’t even been here for an hour before Luke was running to the barn to find Betsy.

10 year old Luke had been entranced with Betsy since the first day he saw her. They were quickly becoming best buds.

They were able to pull him away to hunt Easter eggs but as soon as he was done he ran to the meadow where Betsy was grazing with her Mama.

Patrick, his cousin, didn’t quite understand Luke’s fascination with Betsy. Sure she was a cute little calf but he would much rather be playing cops and robbers than be sitting with a calf all day!

Luke sat under a shade tree reading a book to Betsy, who was now lying in the grass. He paused and looked up from his book. He could see the other kids playing and he knew Patrick was upset with him, but Luke couldn’t help it. There was something special about Betsy that drew him to her.

Maybe it was her deep brown eyes that looked like they could see right through him! Or maybe he was crazy. Who knew! He didn’t care. Right now sitting in the soft, emerald green grass, patting Betsy’s head, he knew he was exactly where he belonged!

“The End”, he closed the book. Luke wondered how it would have felt to have been Jack and climbed a big beanstalk that led to the sky. Sounded like an adventure that Luke would have loved to go on. He wouldn’t have been afraid of any big giant, even if he didn’t appear to be too jolly.

Lying the book down Luke stood up and turned around to look at the large Oak tree. Its branches went high into the sky. Luke was suddenly struck with an idea. He would climb to the highest branch of the tree. Maybe he would find an opening in the sky that led to a castle, like Jack did!

He started climbing and it took some effort but he was making progress. His heart began to beat faster as he climbed higher and higher. Ooh he better not look down, he was getting pretty high now.

Luke started feeling a little dizzy but he couldn’t stop now, he was almost at the very top!

Margaret heard her daughter yell and everyone looked where she pointed. Oh No! Luke was at the highest branch on their tall Oak tree.

He looked like he was reaching for something as he stood at the end of the branch. His legs were wobbly and Margaret drew in her breath and yelled just as she saw him fall!

Noone could believe it, Betsy was the hero of the day! She had broken Luke’s fall. She had walked right under the branch he was on and stood there moments before he fell. It was like she was waiting for him.

Luke had his breath knocked out of him a little but that was it. When everyone got to Betsy, he was standing up hugging her around the neck as tight as he could.

Henry watched with intrigue. He particularly watched the subtle interaction between Lucy and Betsy. He saw them gazing at each other and he knew he saw Lucy’s head move ever so slightly, as if she was nodding at her. Like she was saying “Good Job!” Henry never knew cows could wink, but he was sure that he saw Lucy give Betsy a wink.

He felt like he had witnessed a silent message passsed between Lucy and Betsy. Plus while everyone was around Luke he noticed something else.

When walking up to Betsy, he noticed the silver cowbell that had mysteriously appeared around her neck. To his surprise there was a bluish glow around it. It only lasted momentarily and then it was gone. Yes, Henry felt it in his bones, there was something truly special about Betsy!

Betsy’s Gift and other Treasures

It seems that for some reason my Part 2 post did not show up on the WP reader. If you missed seeing it, here is the link, Lucy, the Special Cow!  The following story is Part 3 and the conclusion … ( I think) 

 

Henry and Margaret were sitting outside rocking on the hand crafted wooden porch swing. It had been a wedding gift from Henry and served them well through the years. They had whispered words of endearment on this swing and shed tears. They had said words in anger, but also made up while swinging, gradually moving closer to each other. The swing had grown to be a special place throughout the years. 

Crickets were singing and the night air was warm, with the full moon shining bright. Henry was singing softly to Margaret, “You are my Sunshine”.  His voice cracked now with age, but it still worked the same magic in her heart as it had years ago, in their courting days. 

“MOO!” Loud mooing was heard coming from the barn. It sounded like Lucy was in pain. Henry and Margaret both hurried to the barn as fast as they could. Henry opened the door and a joyous sight met his eyes. Lucy was lying down next to her newborn, chestnut brown, spotted calf. Henry and Margaret watched in awe as Lucy lovingly washed her calf off, looking at Henry and Margaret with pride in her eyes. 

After spending some time in the barn with Lucy and her new calf, they left, for the night was late and they were tired. While walking back to the house, Margaret said, ” Did you notice? There wasn’t a silver cowbell around the calf’s neck.” 

“Yes, I saw that. A little disappointing, but one magic cow is really all we need. I am sure that little Betsy will still be a great cow! Plus we are getting too old to travel anyway. Lucy will probably stay around more now that Betsy is here, all will be good, no more wondering about where she is and when she will be back.”  replied Henry. 

“That is true,” Margaret said, laying her head on Henry’s shoulder, they walked into their house. 

Lucy admired her calf, she was worn out but she loved Betsy and before she went to sleep she had to tell her how special she was. 

“You need to know that you aren’t just an ordinary cow.” Lucy said. 

Betsy opened one eye and looked at her Mama. What did she mean?

“There are many adventures for you to go on, people to help. I have traveled around this world, but I am getting old and its time for me to pass my special gift onto you.” 

Suddenly Betsy felt something around her neck. What was it? She looked down and spied something shiny, oh how it sparkled. Betsy smiled, it was pretty. She wondered what her Mama meant though about helping people? How would she help people and travel around the world, she was having trouble just standing on her own 4 feet. Sighing she nestled in close to her Mama, and closed her eyes. She was too tired to worry about anything right now. Her belly was full of milk and her eyes were heavy, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. Mother and baby encircled together in love, who knew what adventures awaited. 

The next morning Teressa was afraid to get up. What was her Dad going to say about her Mom being gone? How would she ever explain? She rubbed her eyes and figured the sooner she got it over with the better. She should just get up and go face Dad and tell him the whole story. Oh what made think that it was a good idea that she take the cowbell.  If she never would have done that, she wouldn’t be in the mess that she was in right now and her Mom would be safe at home. 

Teressa got out of bed and brushed her hair, trying to gather up courage to face her Dad. She picked out the outfit that her Dad bought her for her birthday. Any little thing she could do to help ease her Dad’s anger Teressa would do. She also put the cherry red bow in her hair that he had given her a few months back. He had picked it up when looking for treasures to sell and he said that he didn’t want to sell it for he thought it would look lovely in her golden blonde hair. 

Opening her bedroom door she headed for the stairs, she cocked her head. Where was that music coming from? She had never heard such beautiful music. Walking faster she started down the stairs and much to her surprise her Mom was downstairs strumming a golden harp! 

Relief coursed through Teressa to see her Mom and at the same time she was filled with many questions! She rushed downstairs, almost tripping over the last step. 

“Mama! Mama! You are back! Where did you learn to play the harp and how did you get it? Where did you go?” 

“Oh if I told you you would probably never believe me. I had such a fun adventure. I went high up in the sky and found some treasures.” She looked at her husband and winked. 

“Up in the sky … treasures? What are you talking about? Is the golden harp one of the treasures? Do you have the cowbell?” 

“No, I don’t have the cowbell, it was passed on to someone special.” 

“Who? You gave it away to someone, why?”  Teressa implored. 

“I think you should go out to the barn Teressa, gather the chicken’s eggs please. We need more eggs for breakfast..” her Dad said, patting her shoulder. 

Teressa looked from her Mom to her Dad, there was a bowl of scrambled eggs on the table, why did they need more eggs? Something was up.

“But…” Teressa began, but she knew it was no use. Her Mom went back to playing the harp and her Dad started humming along. Starting for the door she wondered if something was waiting for her in the barn. 

With great curiosity and some hesitation she walked to the barn. Her feet were wet from the dew of the grass. She hadn’t taken the time to put on shoes. With curiosity and some hesitation she reached the barn and opened the door. 

There was no cow with its deep brown eyes waiting for her, but what was that sitting on a nest?  She gasped, where oh where did a Golden Goose come from? Teressa couldn’t believe her eyes! Did her parents know about this? It flew up, shaking its feathers everywhere. Scared Teressa, making her heart race, as it almost flew right into her face. Then it settled back down, but Teressa couldn’t believe what she had seen. It had been sitting on large, golden eggs! They sparkled like they were magical. First a magical cow shows up in the barn and now a golden goose that lays golden eggs! Teressa’s mind was spinning, she didn’t know what to think.  There was one thing though, that she did know for sure. She was becoming a strong believer in the fact that their barn had to be enchanted!  

 

 

Lucy, the Special Cow!

This a continuation from Thursday’s post, The Enchanted Barn

 

Finally she heard the sound that she had been waiting for, the sound of a freight train coming. The sound of her Dad snoring. Her Mom slept like a log as soon as her head hit the pillow, and Teressa had no idea how she managed to sleep through the snoring every night. She was glad though for her Mama being a sound sleeper, for now the coast was clear for Teressa to carry out her plan. 

Grabbing her backpack that she had packed with food, money and an extra set of clothes, she headed out of her bedroom. Teressa tip-toed past her parent’s bedroom, towards the stairs. Creeping very softly down the steps, she skipped the 4th one, knowing that had a squeaky board in it. Making it down with her heart rapidly beating she stood still for a moment listening. All was clear, all she heard was the sound of her Dad’s freight train continuing to chug. 

Her Dad’s bag was by the door, with new treasures to add to his cart in the morning, hoping to sell. Teressa reached into it hoping the cowbell was on top but it wasn’t. It must have sunk to the bottom. There was a china doll, some silver spoons, and little bottles of oils to heal almost every sickness you could think of. She laid each thing on the table when pulling it out of the bag. Oh where was that cowbell, thought Teressa.

A frightening thought struck her, what if her Dad had taken it into the bedroom with him. He couldn’t stop looking at it last night and telling Mama all that he would buy for her with it. Mama had rolled her eyes at him. She did not believe the story about it being magic and didn’t think he would be able to get anyone to pay the large amount that he wanted for it. She called him a dreamer! 

When Teressa began to give up hope of finding the cowbell, her hand touched something cold and metallic. Yes, it was the cowbell, she had found it! Her heart sparked with joy as she pulled it out of the bag. Now there was nothing stopping her! She drew in a deep breath, was she really brave enough to do this? To let the enchanted cowbell take her away, having no idea where she would go. Yes, she could do this, what an adventure it could be. One like no other that she ever had! 

Suddenly hearing footsteps and a squeak, she jumped, dropping the cowbell on the floor.  Her heart fell at the sight before her. Mama was on the stairs, standing on the 4th step, looking at her curiously. 

“Why are your Dad’s trinkets spread out on the table? What are you doing?” her Mama asked, as she came down the stairs, and over to where Teressa stood. 

“What are you doing up Mama?” Teressa asked, ignoring her Mom’s question. 

“I needed some hot milk, my stomach wasn’t feeling right and your Dad is snoring so loud, how can I sleep through that? ” 

Teressa didn’t mention to her how she seems to sleep through it just fine every night. Of all nights for her Mama to have a stomach ache, thought Teressa. Now what was she going to do? 

Teressa’s Mom bent down to pick the cowbell up from the floor. “Your Dad is so crazy, thinking anyone is going to believe that this is a magic bell. You all did a good job of concocting up a story, you and your Dad have wild imaginations.” 

“But it really is magic!” said Teressa. 

“Well if it really is magic, perhaps it can cure my stomach ache. You shake it 3x right?” 

“Yes, but…” 

“1,2,3…”  Pink and purple smoke billowed around the room. 

When it cleared Teressa stood there with her mouth agape and a sinking feeling in her stomach, realizing that her Mama was gone! This was not how it was supposed to be! What would her Dad say when he found out what happened and where oh where did her Mama go? 

Henry walked into the farmhouse with a big smile on his face. He tugged on his wife’s apron strings while she stood at the stove with her back to him. 

“Henry! She turned around holding a spatula, looking into Henry’s twinkling blue eyes. 

“What has you so cheerful this morning?” she asked as she retied her apron strings. 

“Lucy is back in the barn. Our special cow came back home and I think she is close to giving birth!” 

Margaret’s face lit up, “That is wonderful news!”  She placed the eggs and biscuits and gravy on the table for breakfast, and they both sat down. 

“Do you think her calf will have the same magical powers that she does?” asked Margaret. 

“I have no idea, but I would think its very possible! Oh Margaret who would have thought that Lucy would turn out to have such magical powers? Remember how mad at me you were when I first bought her?” 

Margaret blushed. “You will never let me live that down! But yes, I thought you were a true dummkopf for giving away the last of my beans to get a cow! Telling that poor boy, Jack,  that they were magic beans. You should have been ashamed of yourself. I was going to use those beans for our supper. Then that cow got into my bag of beans and ate them all!” 

“Oh yes, you threw quite the fit! But then we woke up the next morning and Lucy had a sparkling cowbell around her neck! We both were touching it, wondering where it came from when Lucy shook her head 3x and … “

They both smiled at each other thinking back over the years of all the places their sweet Lucy had taken them. They had traveled the world. Apparently those beans that Lucy ate, really had been magic beans! 

 

 

 

 

Mason and Betsy’s Disappearance!

I know I have left you hanging with the 2 last stories that I wrote, but your curiosity will be solved with one of the stories tonight, thanks to Jason.  He wrote quite the tale, which I am sure will bring laughter. I am always glad when he writes another story from Bittersweet Creek, though poor Cara may feel differently. If you missed Part 1, here is the link to The Wacky Weekend! 

                                                                             Mason and Betsy’s Disappearance

“Hey, what is some strange cow doing in my barn?” Fuzzywhistle yelled into the kitchen.

Amanda was startled out of her dream-like state, thinking that Mason was about to ask her on a date.

Mason immediately excused himself and got up to see what was troubling his friend Mr. Fuzzywhistle. The three of them went down to the barn and sure enough there were two cows.

Mason walked over to the interloper cow to give it a good look. He was petting the cows head to try to make sure that she remained calm when he noticed the familiar cowbell the cow was wearing. Amanda became jealous of the attention that the cow was getting and was about to ask Mason to go for a romantic walk with her when the cow shook her head, ringing the cowbell and just like that Mason and the strange cow vanished from the dimly lit barn. Clarabelle, the other cow, continued to munch hay as if nothing had happened.

Later that week, Cara was trying to manage the coffee shop by herself. ‘Oh, when will that Mason be back?’ she wondered to herself ‘This place is a lot of work and I barely have any time to drink coffee and gab.’

And the coffee shop was particularly busy this week as all the ladies of the town were wondering what had happened to Mason and came in regularly to see if he had returned. Cara was running back and forth bringing desserts and coffees to the various patrons. She was hastily carrying a tray full of pies, tarts, and coffee and talking to her lady friends when she lost her footing and came crashing down to the floor. When she got back up she was covered in gooey desserts and drenched with coffee. Everyone had a good laugh and she was embarrassed but she did quite well with tips that day.

Meanwhile, in a cheese warehouse in Switzerland, Betsy and Mason faced down a gang of criminals who had been smuggling weapons in the large wheels of cheese. The bad guys had them surrounded but Betsy was undeterred; she would not tolerate dairy products being used for such nefarious purposes.

Three of the bad guys rushed Mason while three rushed Betsy. There was a whirlwind of human feet and cow hooves and soon the warehouse floor was littered with bruised and broken smugglers. Sirens could be heard just outside the door and Betsy told Mason that they had to make their exit.

“Ok, Betsy” Mason said “But before returning to Bittersweet Creek there is one stop that I’d like to make.”

The next day, a frazzled Cara was working the morning shift at the coffee shop trying to deal with the many thirsty customers. Amanda tried to help, but she mainly just got in Cara’s way. A ‘woosh’ was heard from the back room and they both went to investigate. There they found Mason holding two packages.

“Where have you been?” Cara exclaimed “I have been trying to work this coffee shop all by myself all week and am just about to collapse.”

“And what do you have in those boxes?” Amanda asked quite curiously.

“Let me explain.” Mason began “Betsy was working to bust up a smuggling ring and she needed the assistance of someone with certain martial arts skills. So, she knew that I’d be at Mr. Fuzzywhistle’s place and she met me there to take me on her mission. That cowbell of hers is quite a useful tool. Lucky for her she got it back from that crazy woman at the inn.”

Mason then handed a package to Amanda and said “I picked up a box of some fine Swiss chocolates for you on my trip.”

Amanda began blushing and didn’t know what to say but Cara immediately asked about the other box thinking that it must be something for her. “is the other box for me?” she asked.

“Um, no. This is nothing really just some supplies.” Mason stuttered out.

“Oh, let me see what it is.” Cara said as she grabbed the box and opened it. She immediately began laughing and Mason began blushing after she opened the box and pulled out several bottles of fancy French hair conditioner.

 

 

 

Storytime at the Fluffer-Nutter Shop

If you missed Monday’s story, here is the link.  Untangling the Web Enjoy the conclusion, or it might be more accurate for me just to say, the next part of the story. I have found that certain stories seem to never end! 

Where were they? Lisette wondered. They were standing in the middle of a dirt road with lovely Oak trees lining it. She started walking down it, not knowing what else to do. Betsy followed behind her, not saying a word. Not that Lisette expected her too, but she sensed something very different about Betsy, besides the fact that she had an enchanted bell hanging around her neck. 

“There you are! I figured I would find you out here just dilly dallying around, when there is work to be done!” An older woman carrying a bucket was shouting at her as she came towards Lisette, not looking very happy at all! 

“The cows need milked, and there are eggs to be gathered, and … ” the older woman paused in mid sentence, taking notice of Betsy. “Where did you get that cow? Is she the one who trampled my flowers this morning? They are all ruined!” She glared at Betsy, and noticed the cow bell. “What’s that?”, she reached out to touch it and Lisette stopped her.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I was you?”  she told her. 

The lady frowned, “Why not, its just an old cow bell.”  Suddenly Betsy let out a loud “MOOOOO!” and pawed at the ground, scaring the older woman so much that she dropped the bucket she was carrying. 

“I will see you back at the barn! Hurry it up!” she spouted out at Lisette, while she quickly headed down the road, back to the barn. 

Lisette started laughing as she watched the older woman hustle down the road while Betsy kept Moooooing. 

Betsy stopped once the lady was out of sight. Lisette looked at Betsy and if she wouldn’t know better, she would say that Betsy had a glint of mischief in her eyes and was smiling! 

Lisette knew that she didn’t want to go back to that older lady’s farm, so there was only one thing to do. She tugged on Betsy’s bell 3x. POOF! The brilliant purple and pink smoke was all around, and once more Lisette had to pick herself up off the ground once the smoke settled. 

They were smack dab in the middle of a town and it seemed to be in an uproar. People were shouting and cops were around. Lisette was confused at first, and then she saw Miss. Libby and Miss. Jill. She was back in their town and they were being escorted out of Miss. Jill’s store by the police! 

Lisette felt sick to her stomach. She had really liked Miss. Jill and she had thought that Miss. Libby was a sweet old lady, but oh, what she hadn’t known! She watched them get into the police car and figured that was probably the last time she would ever see them. They were likely to be in prison for quite awhile. But maybe Miss. Jill was innocent, like she had tried to tell Lisette. If so, she hoped that they would be more lenient on her. 

Soon the police cars were gone and the sirens faded in the distance. The townspeople were still gathered in little groups talking. Lisette overheard one lady say how she didn’t know what the town was coming too. First Anna and the Chicken Man, and now this! 

The Chicken Man! Lisette remembered how Miss. Libby had never shared that story with her, like she had said she would. She figured now she would never know. 

Lisette’s stomach was rumbling, she thought she could really use some coffee with some tasty donuts from the Fluffer Nutter Shop. Then she remembered Betsy, but she didn’t see her anywhere! How did a cow just disappear from the center of a crowded town? There was definitely something strange about that cow. She shook her head and walked across the street to the Fluffer Nutter Shop. 

Opening the door she saw that others had the same idea, there was a long line at the counter. That was okay with Lisette, for she had no idea what she was going to do next so she didn’t mind waiting. Finally it was her turn, everyone else had left. 

“Hi Lisette! Are you okay? Quite the excitement today, eh? Were you in the shop when the police came?” 

Lisette didn’t know how to explain where she had been, so she just said that she hadn’t been working at the time. 

She ordered a peanut butter filled donut with sprinkles on top and some French Vanilla coffee. Then she took a seat up at the counter to enjoy it and visit with Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter some. 

“I suspect they will take Miss. Libby and Miss. Jill to the same prison that Anna is in.” Mr. Fluff said. 

“Who is Anna?” asked Lisette. “I have heard her name mentioned quite a few times around town, and I heard Tanya mentioned too. Miss. Libby also told me that it was really sad what happened to the Chicken Man, but she never explained.” 

Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter sighed when they heard Lisette mention the Chicken Man, they did still miss their crazy friend. 

“Well if you have time, we can tell you the whole story.” Mr. Nutter said. “But be aware, it can get quite confusing!” 

“I have plenty of time.” said Lisette, with her curiosity piqued now.

“Just give me a minute to put away this Battleship game.” said Mr. Fluff. 

“Battleship? I thought you guys played checkers?” 

Mr. Fluff laughed, “Well we did, but someone got tired of losing all the time, so he decided to try and beat me at Battleship. No more checkers for him.” 

Lisette laughed and remembered some of the games she played as a child. “Have you ever played CandyLand, Mr.Nutter? Perhaps you could win at that.” 

Mr. Fluff and Lisette laughed at Mr. Nutter’s face. He then poured himself some coffee and sat down. “I do believe there is a story you would like to hear?” 

“Yes, please! I am all ears.” said Lisette and Mr. Nutter began. 

 

 

 

Spinning the Web

Miss. Libby was sitting in her bright sunflower yellow kitchen, deep in thought. Lisette had left to do some shopping, so she was all alone. She still couldn’t get over the fact that Lisette had gone and applied for a job at Miss. Jill’s Dress Shop. The fact that Jill had actually hired her was an even bigger surprise!  How could she have hired her? Wasn’t she afraid that Lisette would find out and if Lisette found out, who knew what would happen. What would she do with the information?  Libby shook her head, taking another drink of her Vanilla Chai tea. Perhaps she needed something a little stronger. Her stomach was in knots. 

Things had been going so smoothly. She had the perfect set up with Miss. Jill, and now some stranger from out of town, just appears and risks ruining everything. All the hard work that Miss. Libby had put into the lucrative side business. She needed this business, as her Inn wasn’t doing very well presently. She set her cup down hard making some of of the tea splash out onto the white tablecloth. Something had to be done, and she was going to do it. She was going to make a phone call to Jill and give her a piece of her mind. 

Miss. Jill was pacing the floor with the phone in her hand. “Yes, I know but…”  “She is a nice la…”  Jill rolled her eyes, she could barely get a word in. “Just calm down and listen!” she finally said in a little sterner of voice, finally Libby got quiet. 

“I am not firing her, the girl didn’t even start yet! I think this could be a very good thing. I could really use the extra help in the store, especially when the special customers come.  Lisette can stay out front with the other customers, as I take the special customers to the back room. 

Jill sighed, as Libby ranted again, but by the time they ended the conversation, Libby did seem a little more warmed up to the idea. She would come around, thought Jill, at least she hoped she did. Dealing with an irritable Libby was not pleasant.

There were times Jill wished that she had never got involved with this side business in the first place. All she had wanted to do was own her own Dress and Fabric store, and then she met Miss. Libby. Before she knew it, she was caught up in a tangled web of secrets, and she kept getting deeper entwined. 

Miss. Libby hung up the phone feeling a little better. Perhaps Jill did know what she was doing. Lisette did seem pretty innocent and naïve, so she might be the right one to help out at the store. It would free up Jill. Maybe business could increase if Jill had more time. Libby saw dollar signs in her head and her smile grew bigger. This really may be a good thing, a very good thing, she thought.  She was thinking of what all she could do with the extra money, as she headed upstairs with her silver Persian cat following right behind her. 

Lisette was dumbfounded. She had come back to the Inn, because she forgot her wallet and she had overheard Miss. Libby on the phone. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when she heard her name spoken, she couldn’t move from her spot in the hallway. 

Miss. Libby wanted Miss. Jill to fire her!? Why? Did she have that strong of dislike for Miss. Jill? She listened some more and things just weren’t adding up. Miss. Libby said that Lisette couldn’t find out about their other business dealings. That they all would be in jeopardy then. What other business? 

Lisette’s mind was swirling. Something wasn’t right and suddenly she was uncertain about working for Miss. Jill. Maybe she should rethink this whole idea of staying in this town. What was she getting into? She needed to take a walk to clear her brain about the troublesome conversation she had heard. 

She didn’t really have a destination in mind she just left the Inn and kept walking, pondering things over. 

When she finally decided to pay attention to her surroundings, she figured out where she was. She was near the creek where she had met the little Annie before.  She had walked out of town. Perhaps sitting by the creek was just what she needed to relax and think straight. 

Walking a little ways more she saw the babbling creek and it didn’t look like anyone was around. Lisette relished the idea of sitting alone for a bit. She slipped off her shoes and dangled her feet in the water. The cool water felt good, she hadn’t meant to walk so far and her feet were a little sore. She found a pebble in the grass and skipped it across the water. She was beginning to relax, when she heard a “MOOOOO!” right behind her! 

Jumping up, she almost lost her balance!  She caught herself and turned around to see Betsy, the cow staring at her, with her deep brown eyes. 

Lisette tried to catch her breath and calm down when she noticed something hanging around Betsy’s neck. It was the enchanted cowbell! Oh Lisette was really tempted to grab it off her neck and shake it for all it was worth! It just had to work again. She went to grab it, but something stopped her from touching it. Never had she been so intimidated by a cow’s eyes before. 

Betsy continued to stare at her and then just as quickly as she had appeared she turned her back on Lisette and walked back towards the barn. Lisette stared after her. Oh how she wanted that bell, but … She sighed. No, she wasn’t going to give up, she would go to work for Miss. Jill and see what she could find out. Perhaps all those Nancy Drew books that she had read as a child would finally pay off! 

(to be continued….next week) 

Trouble by the Creek

I had thought about letting Lisette riding in the gondola, from yesterday’s post Treasure in the Wheatfield , but decided to share one more of her adventure’s. Enjoy! 

Lisette was really enjoying riding down the river on the gondola. She thought she could really get used to this. After a hour the gondalier finished playing his accordion and pulled up to the dock. Lisette thanked him kindly, as she took his hand to help her step out of the boat. 

The sun was shining and she decided to take a walk in the little town. There were open fruit markets and flower and craft vendors, that she enjoyed stopping at. 

After browsing she stopped at an outdoor cafe , thinking she would treat herself to a dark chocolate raspberry latte. She was sitting there savoring the sweet taste when she heard a woman yelling, “There she is! That’s her! She’s the thief!” 

Lisette saw the policeman and the lady coming towards the cafe. She looked around at the other customers, seated outside, wondering who the thief was. 

“Where is my purse?” the lady shouted at her! 

Lisette was startled, the policeman was standing right in front of her! 

“I…I…don’t know what you are talking about?”  Lisette said. 

“She is lying, she looks just like the lady that left the store I was in.” the lady said to the policeman. 

Lisette’s stomach was turning into a big knot, what was she going to do? She looked at the cowbell next to her latte. That bell was starting to cause her trouble. Could she go anywhere without being mistaken for someone else? She didn’t know what would happen if she shook her bell again, but anywhere had to be better than where she was now! She grabbed it and shook it 3x. POOF! Purple and pink smoke again everywhere. 

The smoke cleared and Lisette found herself  sitting by a creek, with a large Weeping Willow tree by it. It was quiet and much more peaceful than having a lady scream at her. She sighed deeply, thinking she may rest here for a bit, and then decide what to do next. 

This cowbell obviously had special powers to take her to different places, but could it make a house appear for her too? Like where was she to go, after resting at the creek? She was almost afraid to walk around town, wondering who she would be mistaken for next? If she could only be mistaken for a famous person, now that might be fun. Living in a mansion? Oh the possibilities that existed with this strange new bell. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle touch on her shoulder. Lisette jumped, she hadn’t heard anyone coming . She turned her head and noticed a cute little girl staring at her. 
“What are you doing?” the little girl asked. 

Lisette wasn’t sure how to reply. Was she on someone’s private land? She looked around a little more and gasped when she saw a little white cross, not far from the tree. This was someone’s land. 

“Annie, Annie! Time to come in for supper!”  Lisette saw a woman standing in the distance, calling to the little girl. 

The little girl smiled and took Lisette’s hand. “Mommy, can she have  supper with us?” Annie yelled back. 

Annie started pulling her along as she walked towards the house. Lisette didn’t know what to do. What was she supposed to tell Annie’s Mom? That a mysterious cowbell brought her here. The Mom would wonder what kind of strange nut her daughter had found! 

While walking towards the house, Lisette saw a cow grazing, not far from them. 

“Do you want to see Betsy?” asked Annie. 

“Betsy?” replied Lisette. 

“Yes, she is our cow. She is really nice, though she has a habit of disappearing at times, but she always comes back.” 

Lisette couldn’t say No to this sweet, spunky girl.

“Sure, lets go say Hi to Betsy.” 

They started walking towards her and Betsy looked up from her grazing, watching them come. Lisette felt her eyes looking directly at her. The closer she got the more intensity she saw in Betsy’s deep brown eyes. She had never been scared of cows before, but this one was giving her a strange, unnerving feeling. 

Suddenly Betsy started running straight towards her and she did not look happy! 

Fear struck Lisette and she shook her bell 3x! Nothing happened! What was wrong, had the bell lost its power, she shook it again and nothing and Betsy was almost upon her! Lisette dropped the bell and took off running towards the road. 

Down the road she went until she had to stop. She bent over with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath! Looking behind her she didn’t see any mad cow running after her, much to her relief. But now, what was she to do? How did she get back home? 

It was growing dark, she decided that for now she would follow the sign she saw, heading towards town, hoping she could find a motel. She needed a deep, long sleep after this crazy day! She would figure out her next step in the morning.