Myrtle, Minerva, and Maude were three good friends. Each week, they met at one of their houses to share tea, a bite of something sweet, and the latest news. Myrtle was a beautiful hen with red feathers; Minerva was equally lovely in feathers of brown and Maude’s feathers were a gorgeous, snowy white. To be […]
Jan 23, 2024
Three Good Friends
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Myrtle, Minerva, and Maude were three good friends. Each week, they met at one of their houses to share tea, a bite of something sweet, and the latest news. Myrtle was a beautiful hen with red feathers; Minerva was equally lovely in feathers of brown and Maude’s feathers were a gorgeous, snowy white. To be […]
Mar 3, 2023
Three Brave Hens and a Fox
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Myrtle, Minerva, and Maude were three good friends. Each week, they met at one of their houses to share tea, a bite of something sweet, and the latest news. Myrtle was a beautiful hen with red feathers; Minerva was equally lovely in feathers of brown and Maude’s feathers were a gorgeous, snowy white. To be […]
Dec 5, 2018
The Amazing Conclusion of Buz’s Story
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Slipping from bush to rock, Buz followed the shepherds. Every once in a while, the shepherds paused and pointed to the sky. At last, they stopped in front of a stable in Bethlehem. They spoke and someone inside the stable answered. Then, the shepherds slowly stepped inside. Did Buz dare get closer to these […]
Dec 4, 2018
Buz and the Wonderful Star
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A few years ago, I wrote a children’s imaginary tale about a fox and his trip to a manger in Bethlehem. I post it every year before Christmas. So, it’s that time again; the first part today, the conclusion tomorrow. I hope you and the child in your life enjoy it. Buz the Fox […]
Dec 9, 2017
Buz, the Hill Country Fox, Conclusion
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This is the conclusion to Buz, the Hilly Country Fox. I hope you enjoy it and maybe read it to a youngster in your life. Slipping from bush to rock, Buz followed the shepherds. Every once in a while, the shepherds would pause and point to the sky. At last, they stopped in front of […]
