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 https://meandray.com/ 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 🙂